A/N: Alright, alright... I know. No one likes a Halo and GoW XOver, but I couldn't resist! And of course, I'm gonna think it's good. So, I do hope you enjoy, and and critiques or comments you may have are always welcome. Also, please note that I'm kinda talky, but I'll try to keep my notes restrained to the beginning or end of the chapters as I can... Now, without further adieu, my HaloXGow story "Tesseracts Ain't Got Nothin' On Me"
"What is it?"
"It's a giant green man." Sarcasm, obviously. "How the hell am I supposed to know?" Baird was leaning over a body, some eight feet tall, and covered in green metal. It was humanoid enough, two arms, two legs, an apparent head, but that wasn't good enough for Marcus Fenix.
"Can you fix it?" He asked, tightening his grip on the Lancer in his hands. He shifted on his feet.
"I don't even know what 'it' is. It could be a robot, it could be a suit of armor. Hell, it could be a statue for all I know!" Baird through an arm out, expressing his emotion; Annoyance.
"Well, try anyways." Marcus was tired of Damon's bitching, and the sooner they figured out what this thing was, the quicker they could get back. Baird called for Jack, a floating robot, to help him study the object.
"Marcus, look." Dominic Santiago stepped next to Fenix, nodding at the green lump. "That gold, on the head. It looks like a visor. What if it is armor?"
"At least I'm not the only one wearing my helmet." That was Clayton Carmine, the fifth member of Delta Squad. He tapped his head, decked out in a COG issue blue helmet, as he said it.
"That's what we're going to find out, Dom." Marcus emphasized the last word, showing his annoyance with the whole mission. "Baird, try to take off that things helmet."
"Yeah, yeah..." Baird flopped his hand at Marcus, ushering him to leave him alone. "Jack, see if you can get that helmet off."
Cole stamped up behind Clayton, his feet sounding heavy on the dewy grass. "Area looks clear to me." He spotted the emerald figure and let out a low whistle. "Woooo. That's one big dude. Wouldn't want to go up against him on the field!"
Marcus barely looked at Cole. "Yeah, well, something tells me he doesn't know how to play Thrashball..."