First off, I want to apologize for the huge delay in my other works. They are on Hiatus at the moment. Sadly, I have lost my muse for those stories. I do plan to finish them, but I am not getting any enjoyment from them anymore. I do apologize to my followers of those stories, but I do pormise to finish them, but it is a long way off. I do hope you'll forgive me. What with all the crap that has cropped up in my life in the last few months, including a two and ahalf month bout of massive depression and a betrayal by someone who I truly trusted and fell for, my enjoyment for writting has only recently returned. This story is my first attempt at writting in a while, so please be kind. it is my first full Halo/Star Wars crossovers. For obvious reasons, some details have been altered and alot of it will be AU. I truly hope you enjoy the story. And if you would like to know where I got the idea from, it was from a game an independant maker is making called Star Wars Vs Halo. It is a good game, but fan made. Please read and review. Thank you all again for your patience and once again, my otehr works are not abandoned, just on Hiatus until futher notice.
The blackness of space seemed to make one feel small. For humanity, it seemed even smaller as the farther and further they moved away from their home world. For centuries, humans looked up into the blackness, wondering if they were alone. Now, many wished they were. At least that was the futile wish of Vice Admiral Cole's fleet. four weeks ago, any alliance of aliens, calling themselves The Covenant, attacked and destroyed the colony of Harvest, culminating in the death of over forty thousand innocent colonists. Whatever response these aliens expected, it was not the sight of forty human warships jumping into the system, howling for vengeance and blood. But the retaking of Harvest had not been easy. Over half of Cole's fleet was destroyed in the counter attack, while the enemy ship was completely destroyed. Now, it seemed that whoever, or whatever they were, they seemed content to destroy humanity. But with Admiral Cole tearing across the vast blackness, and inflicting seven kinds of pain and hell upon them, it only seemed to prove that this war they were waging, would not be an easy victory for them.
On board the UNSC Ohio, a Marathon class cruiser, things seemed quiet and peaceful, belying the threat against the human race that lurked among the stars. They had been one of original surviving UNSC ships from Cole's fleet and they had been reinforced with sixteen fresh ships and crews that had no idea what to expect out here. The Ohio drifted through space, looking for any hostile craft inbound to the partly devastated world of Harvest. It was hard to believe that humanity's first contact with an alien species was violent. Granted, they had all read the reports from the survivors of the ground actions on the planet and all had been impressed with the successful rescue of 250,000 colonists in the face of such a devastating attack. The Ohio moved smoothly through the wreckage of the shatter hulls of the UNSC attack force. They had been so far inferior to the enemy technology, that it seemed like a slaughter house. The first enemy salvo had destroyed six frigates in a matter of seconds with their energy based weapons. The battle almost seemed completely one-sided with the UNSC at a disadvantage despite their number. The Ohio herself had sustained massive damage form a plasma based projectile.
Commander Schlegel, the captain of this massive warship, looked out over the broken hulls, face seemed to set in stone as his hazel green eyes traveled along the hull of one of the Halcyon class cruiser that had been unlucky during the fight. Her superstructure was open to the cold of space, with huge gapping wounds deep in her sides. He could actually see parts of the main heavy weapon, the MAC gun, sitting deep inside. Black scorch marks and melted metal dotted the hull of the once proud ship. He knew the vessel well. They had been here for several weeks and this wreck always caught his attention, no matter how many times he looked over the now empty ship. The UNSC Midway, commanded by Commander Winston. The Ohio's CO watched as they drifted past the wreck, watching it until it was out of sight, and sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, his short cropped brown hair dotted with speckles of grey.
Commander Schlegel turned and walked to the AI podium as the hologram swirled into existence. This one was of a women in her thirties, with a rather provocative dress. Her normal smile was replaced with a grim look.
"Sir. We've received a hit on the sensors. Readings indicate it is Covenant."
"How many?"
He didn't seemed surprised as he turned to the tactical display in front of him as Alyssa put the markers on the board.
"At least forty. I'm also reading several unknown alloys from a third of the enemy fleet."
Schlegel looked over the display, his hard gaze settling on the new ships mixed in with the enemy fleet.
"Contact the Everest. Seems the Covenant want Harvest back."
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The Everest was one of the most powerful ships in the human fleet. And with good reason. She was 1,518 meters long and 373 meters in width, four meter thick titanium-A battle plating, sporting three heavy MAC cannons, eighty archer missile pods and over 45,000 fifty milimeter point-defense guns and carrying 105 SHIVA nuclear missiles. All in all, she had enough firepower to turn a planet into a molten slag. Right now, she was in orbit over another attacked colony. Admiral Preston J Cole was about ready to take his fleet as far into deep space he could, and go hunt the Covenant worlds and burn them to a crisp. Maybe that would make these inhuman, evil beings pause and rethink their approach to relations with his kind. But as much as he would like to do that, he needed to be here to ensure that Humanity survived. He was told to go fight, and he would fight to the best of his abilities. He was looking over the surface of the colony, his face an angry scowl as the angry red surface rotated, showing the glassy surface, huge thunderstorms rolled across the surface, bright flashes of lighting tore through the inky black clouds. If not for the beeping at the communications station, Cole felt he would have probably burst into angry demands for the heads of the enemy commanders who attacked an unarmed, and defenseless world. Cole walked briskly over to the station and tapped a few keys and brought up the grim face of Commander Schlegel. He already had a feeling as to what the young Commander was going to tell him. That and the hurried movement of the bridge crew behind him with the alert lights flashing was a big hint as well.
"Report Commander." He ordered briskly.
"Sir. We've detected several enemy contacts on an inbound vector. Scanners show at least forty contacts."
Cole didn't let the information show it phased him, as he kept his calm demeanor, but on the inside, he was howling with pent of rage, wanting so desperately to be at Harvest, blowing those self righteous bastards out of space.
"Understood. What is your status son?" Cole inquired.
"We're ready sir."
Cole looked at the readouts sent by the Ohio and narrowed his eyes as two new ship profiles appeared. One looked like an old RPG with the bottom half of the explosive removed. It was large, but Cole guessed it was a frigate of some sorts. The other profile really caught his attention. It was smaller than the Everest, but only by a few dozen meters. It looked like a cigar, but with a tower sticking out of the aft section over what looked like the engines.
"Where are the enemy ships now?"
"Making their way to us now, Admiral. They seem to be keeping formation, as the new ships seem slightly slower than the standard ones we've seen so far."
"Those odds are two to one against you Commander." Cole spoke slowly.
Schlegel shrugged, trying to keep his outwards appearance of confidence up, but Cole knew that on the inside, the man was scared.
"So it's an even fight."
Cole checked a few charts on ship dispositions near Harvest and his own location before almost smashing his fist against the control surface.
"Nearest ships are at least forty minutes out from you. Battlegroup Alpha."
Schlegel nodded as Cole looked over more data, trying to see if he could get the main bulk of his fleet there quicker. He was disappointed.
"And we won't get there for four hours."
"We'll hold them Admiral. We'll show them just what lowly humans can do."
"Good luck Commander. Godspeed."
"We'll make you proud Admiral. Ohio out."
The screen went blank as Cole leaned forward, the crew silent as they watched their commander. They only had to wait a brief moment before Cole turned around abruptly.
"Set course for Harvest, best speed."
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The human fleet moved itself into a defensive formation. Schlegel had analyzed the past data on engaging the covenant and came up with what he figured would be the best possible formation to maximize the firepower he had in system. The only flaw was, it would leave several of his ships open to counter attack.. He aligned his ships in two walls so to speak of ten ships, with the second wall of ten shifted to the right to allow the second wave a clear shot at the enemy fleet without worrying about hitting one of their own. His plan was to pretty much fire off the first volley from the first ten ships, then move them on an emergency burn to sling around the moon, giving them cover to recharge their cannons as the second wave fired their weapons. By that time, he hoped that the first wave got around the moon quickly enough to fire a second volley as the second wave did the same manuver around Harvest itself. The two halves would converge from two different angles and continue firing as long as they could. It was risky, but Commander Schlegel hoped to stall the enemy advance until the reinforcements arrived. The human defenders waited as the enemy fleet moved slowly to them, seeming to savor their advantage over the humans. Commander Schlegel took a deep breath to calm himself. Despite whatever may come, he was sworn to destroy any and all threats to humanity. And he would do that until his broken and battered body had no life left in it. Around the bridge, the tension was palpable as controllers locked their eyes on the main battle display, the bridge bathed in the red light.
"Easy people. We'll be alright. Just do your jobs, alright?"
Everyone nodded, but kept their eyes locked on the display. Commander Schlegel looked back at the display and had to admit that even he felt scared and felt that there was no hope for them. But the more military engrained side squashed that. No matter what, they would do what they could to put as much pain upon the enemy as they can. But what happened next increased his fear.
"Sir! New contacts coming in!"
Commander Schlegel hurried and moved to the sensor officer and looked at the display. Sure enough, eighteen new contacts had entered the system, coming from the opposite vector as the other contacts.
"Covenant?"
"Unknown sir. They don't match anything we have on system. There is a similarity to the new ones, but different alloys are in the construction." The young Ensign reported.
"Sir, we're getting a tight beam transmission from the new contacts. It's in the upper bands, but we can receive."
Commander Schlegel gritted his teeth and moved to the center of the bridge before the pedestal and nodding to the communications officer to open the channel. The main display snapped from the tactical display and displayed something Commander Schlegel was not expecting. Three people were staring back at him, but only two were human. The other looked like a young woman with two long…tails coming from her head. The two humans were male. The older one had black hair, streaked with grey on the side, and a thin mustache and held himself with a sense of confidence and pride that the Commander had only seen from his old CO. The younger man next to him had light brown hair and a scar along his right eye and a sense of power and confidence that Schlegel had only seen from Admiral Cole. After a moment, Commander Schlegel came to his senses.
"This is Commander Randall Schlegel of the UNSC cruiser Ohio. To whom am I speaking with?"
The younger man was the first to speak up.
"I am General Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Master."
Randall straightened his stance slightly before speaking.
"You are in violation of UNSC Space. State you intentions." he demanded.
The older man spoke, something of a light grin tugging at the mouth of the younger man.
"We are here to offer our assistance. Several of the vessels in the incoming fleet are at war with the Republic. They and their allies are now designated as enemy threats. Are you with them?" The man asked in a commanding tone.
"No. Quite a few of those vessels are part of a species set on destroying us."
The younger man placed a hand on the older man's shoulder and nodded his head.
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I can sense you speak the truth and we will provide what support we can."
Commander Schlegel felt as if a fire had sprung up inside his chest and his relief seemed to be rolling off of him in waves as he responded.
"When this is over General, I owe you and your friends a drink."
The younger man smiled.
"Looking forward to it. Now what do you say we get to work Admiral Yularen?"
"Quite so General." The older man, Admiral Yularen, turned back to the screen. "Commander, I will move my ships into position and begin our attack. I leave you to best decide how to use your own ships. Yulran out."
Commander Schlegel paused as the screen snapped off and went back to the tac display. He turned back to his bridge crew and raised an eyebrow, smirk on his face.
"Well, what are you apes waiting for? An engraved invitation? Let's get to work people! Com, send the tags for our new friends to all our ships. Let's not piss them off. Tactical, get me time to MAC range. Stand by all weapons. Move it people!" he barked.
The bridge crew snapped from their shock and their training took over. The bridge was a hive of activity, but something new seemed to hang in the very air. It took him a moment to recognize it, but Commander Schlegel began to smile as he realized what it was. Hope.
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Anakin Skywalker calmly walked down the corridors of the Resolute with his Padawan next to him. He could sense the cool calm over the Republic forces as they moved to engagement range. He could also feel the hope emanating from the UNSC ships along with a sense of hesitation from them as well. He paid it no mind as he would be suspicious as well of anyone claming to be there to help him against his enemies. He didn't voice his thoughts, but his young Padawan didn't have that problem.
"But can we trust them, Master?" She asked
Anakin smirked.
"Snipps, I'm pretty sure we can trust them. Besides, they seem to need our help more than they let on." he paused before reaching out with the Force, before pulling back quickly.
He sensed death from the planet. And a want for revenge from the UNSC ships. Innocent lives had been lost here for no reason, and they wanted to bring death upon the genocidal monsters that were their enemy. A huge sense of loss. Anakin felt sadden for them.
"Reach out with the Force, Ashoka. What do you sense?" He glanced at his Padawan as shock and sadness crossed over her delicate features. "Now do you understand why I trust and understand their suspicions?"
Ashoka could only nod as they continued on their way to the hanger.
"These people have been attacked and lost millions of innocents. The Force shows me a long and painful road to victory for them, with trillions lost. Whole worlds burned to cinders. They need our help Snipps." Anakin told her as they took the lift down to the hanger bay.
Ashoka closed her eyes, searching out possible futures. Her eyes snapped open as she gasped in shock. Anakin looked at her with worry.
"What is it? Snipps?"
"I saw…I'm not sure what I saw. A green armored being. A beacon of hope and light. It…was something out of the holotext. A demigod. A being bred for war. A demon to his enemies, but a savior to his allies."
Anakin smiled at his Padawan. He too had seen the Warrior in his vision.
"Yes, Ashoka. He is a warrior for the light that fights from the grey. I sense we shall meet him soon. But we need to concentrate on the battle at hand." He instructed her as they made their way from the life to the hanger.
Ashoka nodded and made her way to her own fighter. But a feeling of darkness ebbed into her mind. A feeling that someone…or something was waiting out there. A being a pure evil. A being who wanted nothing more than to devour all life in the universe. An ancient evil being.