Yeah, I did it. I created a crossover between Okami and Red vs. Blue. It may not be that unusual considering there are stranger crossover stories, but still... I do not know if I will be able to pull this off, but I will try. It's certainly making me nervous as hell!

There will probably some AU elements in both worlds but I will try to maintain at least some sort of cohesion in regards to canon. If there are any issues or inconsistencies, please let me know. I know I'm not the best writer out there but I want to improve.

The Reds and Blues don't show up much in this chapter, but they will in the next. Considering the connections between Red vs. Blue and the Halo universe, there will be material that involves that franchise.

Okami belongs to Capcom and Red vs. Blue belongs to RoosterTeeth. Any non-RvB Halo material that would be included belongs to Microsoft. All OC's belong to me.


The Wolf of Aegis VII:

Chapter 1: The Fall

Drifting in the darkness of space was something ancient and unheard of. The light from the nearing star shone its brilliance upon silver metallic surfaces. The sharp angles and strange geometries created a distinct but solid form against the darkness. Aside from its peculiar design, no one would have thought much of it, but the vessel appeared without warning and within UNSC space, and thus was a potential threat.

Normally, a shipboard AI would receive a wealth of data whenever a UNSC ship scanned an object in deep space. This vast set of seemingly confusing numbers would be analyzed at a fraction of a second by a smart AI. Nearly everything about the subject that can be detected would be seen. In this case, however, there is very little data to work with. When Commander Cole was informed of this, he became greatly concerned.

"What do you mean you can't tell what it is?" he asked.

A female voice answered, "Exactly what that means, Commander. I have never seen this before. It does not match any ship profile in our databanks. I cannot detect any residual signatures of any sort from it. The only thing I can tell you is that whatever it is, it's dead."

Cole looked around the bridge of his ship. The command crew of Divine Retribution was working on their various tasks, but he knew that they were at the very least intrigued by their finding. He could not blame them. When looked back at the visual images of the object, he determined that it was artificial. It was a sleek thing with a grey hull that shined in the sunlight. There structures that seemed to perform typical ship functions. The forward section had what seemed like communications antennae. The aft seemed to have four rounded protrusions attached the superstructure that Cole assumed to be engines of some sort. The most distinct feature was a vast film of white material that radiated perpendicular to the vessel that had to be some sort of solar sail. The "sail" seemed to have been deployed around the vessel's midsection. He could barely make out some sort of design on it.

The AI's voice spoke out again. "Commander, there is a top priority transmission coming from Mother of Invention."

The commander slightly hung his head and sighed. "Put him through, A."

There was a moment of silence followed by a quick burst of static. A slightly accented voice sounded over the intercom.

"What do you have, Commander Cole?"

He paused for a moment before answering. "We have been tracking the object for the past three hours Director. We cannot determine its identity or origin. It appears to have no life signs."

"What is its trajectory," the commanding voice said sternly. "Where is it heading?"

"We're working on that now, sir. My ship will keep their distance and-"

"No! I want to know everything that can be known about that ship. You are to investigate it through any means necessary. I want you to get close to it and board it if you can."

Cole gritted his teeth. Who did this guy think he is? If it were not for the fact that this man was given command over him, Cole would have objected in a rather unprofessional manner. It was not so much that this order was not standard protocol; it was the fact that this Director was not military. He was a civilian. A scientist, but of what Cole did not know.

Knowing that he could not argue, Cole simply said, "Yes, sir."

"Keep me informed, Commander. I don't want any potentially useful information withheld." And then there was silence. After several minutes, that long silence was broken.

"Well, he seems to be a very patient fellow. I wonder if he forgot his morning coffee."

Cole chuckled a bit. The AI assigned to him and his ship was something. She was part of the newest generation of smart AIs and was more than capable of using the human concept of humor.

"Plot out a course that gets us as close to that thing as possible, A. If it does anything, even as much as show a heat signature I want this ship to be ready to move away at top speed."

"I know you're one for protocol, but this seems a little unorthodox for you."

"Orders are orders and despite the fact that I hate that son of a bitch, we have to follow them."

"You know, you have never told me why you hate Director Church. I couldn't find anything in our databanks to suggest that you have had any sort of relationship with him."

Cole looked out the window and saw the derelict ship. He was fascinated by it like anyone else and he did want to know about it. Problem was that just about every time some weird object shows up in space; bad things have a tendency to happen. He sighed, "It's a long story, A. You won't find anything in the records. And I don't hate him. I just disagree with him on too many things."

"I'll take your word for it. I have a course plotted, commander."

He turned to the helmsman and motioned to him. "Let's get this over with. Take her in."

After replying with an "Aye, sir", the ship slowly moved towards the strange and seemingly dead relic.


When she began to stir, there was nothing but darkness. She could barely hear anything and whatever she could hear was distorted and indistinct. Soon, a light blur began to enter her vision. It was not particularly bright so she figured that wherever here was, it was not outside in the sunlight. As the blurry image began to clear, her consciousness started to recall what had occurred before she lost it. A constant stream of images flew into her mind, revealing all that she had done to save the world of men. She could remember defeating the great evil that plagued her and her comrades and leaving the earth to restore her home.

Her vision finally cleared and her senses were fully restored. The white wolf sensed that no one was around. The first thing she could see was a great light shining down upon her. It was the Sun. She mentally reached out to it, intending to feel its warmth and light. As she had done so, she stopped. Something was wrong. Something felt very wrong with the Sun. In spite of its brilliance and likeness to her symbol of power, this Sun was unfamiliar. It was different. It was alien. It was not Her Sun.

How could this be? A wave of anxiety fell upon the goddess. She knew that this had to be one of those distant stars that dominated the night. She could never have gotten close enough for any one of the points of light to glow as bright as her in the past. They were simply too far away. The Ark was an impressive ship able to travel between the Celestial Plain, the Moon, and the Earth, but it would never be able to travel to those distant stars. It could never get out that far on its own.

What has happened?


As the Divine Retribution closed in on the alien vessel, Doctor Ellen Miles sat in her lab staring at the images of the alien ship. The thing was not like any ship design she had ever seen before. She may be a theoretical physicist, but alien architecture was always something of great interest to her. Ellen noticed that this ship shares many similarities with Forerunner designs. There were the sharp angles and the sleek geometric form, but there were some differences.

A nearby holoprojector suddenly shone to life and a human figure materialized above it. The AI's avatar was that of a young woman with long hair. She wore an oriental robe that covered the entire body. She had an Asian complexion not unlike that of the doctor she had appeared to.

"I see you have been busy," the AI said.

Ellen turned to see the construct looking over her. She scoffed and said, "Probably nowhere near as busy as you."

The AI shrugged her holographic shoulders. "Technically speaking, yes. However, I find it prudent to not be so literal-minded when conversing with humans."

"Well, I'm not the one who could perform a thousand integral calculations a second in my head."

"That may be true, but the point I was trying to make is that you and I are working as hard as we are physically able."

Ellen shifted her focus back to the documents in front of her. She had very little information to give and anything that could be discerned was already found by the AI.

A hissing sound was heard from behind and Ellen turned to see Cole walking in. "What do you have, Doc?"

"Nothing new," she replied.

Cole looked to the AI. "How long until ETA?"

"At this rate, 33 minutes and 40 seconds until we make physical contact. It will probably be somewhat sooner considering we don't want to actually collide with it."

"Very funny, A. Keep me posted."

The hologram disappears, leaving the doctor and the commander alone. Without looking up from the documents, Ellen asked, "Why do you do that?"

"Do what, Miles?"

"Not using her full name. It's not that hard to pronounce."

"Yes, but 'Amaterasu' is a bit hard to say in conversation sometimes. Besides, she doesn't seem to mind."

Well, it was not 'that' hard to say. Some AI's had names that were utterly difficult if not downright impossible to say. Then again, most had taken easier names. Amaterasu never really said why she had taken the name and likeness of a sun goddess. Cole would probably have to ask her some other time.

Cole picked up a photo and looked at it. "What do you think, Miles? Forerunner?"

"I don't know. In my professional opinion, there's not enough information for me to form a conclusion about it."

"And in your personal opinion?"

After a moment of silence, Ellen replied, "I don't think it is."


The alien ship was now close enough for the frigate's crew to make out distinct details. The metallic sheen of the hull and sail was smoother than expected. Everyone could see that the design on the sail was that of a rather menacing looking hand, which surprised some crewmembers. It also looked more primitive than anyone thought. It may have been shiny and odd-looking, but it was modular in design. No Forerunner craft ever discovered was modular.

The voice of Amaterasu rang out on the intercom. "Sir, we're receiving a message from Mother of Invention. The Director wants us to tow the vessel once preliminary scans are complete."

Cole looked down, as if deep in thought. Why the hell did the Director suddenly change his mind? He looked to a man at a console and told him, "Warm up the tow cables."

"Aye, sir."

As the man did what he was told, he chuckled louder than he should have. Cole certainly noticed this.

"What's so funny, ensign?"

"It's nothing, sir."

"Doesn't look like nothing."

The younger man sighed. "Well, it's just that we have all this advanced technology. We can travel faster than light. We can fight off an invasion from aliens and win. We have AI's that can think for themselves. I just find it funny that we still use tow cables."

"What do you mean?" asked another man sitting at an adjacent console. "This ain't fucking Star Trek, Polasky!"

"I'm just sayin', Cam. You'd think we'd have something like a tractor beam. The Covenant had something like that but no; we have lame-ass tow cables."

The helmsman named Cameron turned to Polasky. He gave an incredulous look. "Do you have any idea how much power it would take to do something like that?" The other man shook his head. "Well, a lot more than this little ship can generate."

Cole raised his hand. "Are you two finished?" The two men looked up and nodded at his superior, somewhat embarrassed.

"Good. I'm sure you have the "lame-ass" tow cables ready, right?"

Polasky nodded, "Yes, sir."

"A, are we within range?"

There was a pause before she answered, "We are within safe distance, Commander."

"Punch it."


The goddess continued to ponder her situation. She was nowhere near the Celestial Plain where she was supposed to be. The bright alien sun continued to shine through the Ark's viewports, its rays illuminating the small disc-shaped vehicle upon which the wolf was standing on. As she scanned the alien skies, she noticed something odd.

Assuming what was to be off the Ark's port side was a great...thing. It had a metallic surface like that of the Ark and it had strange markings. All similarities ended there. Though it was certainly a ship that sailed across the stars, there was no sail to propel it. All markings on it were unfamiliar, though there was a symbol of a great bird rising above a globe alongside a set of words that took her attention:

FFG-262 DIVINE RETRIBUTION

Even though she could not understand it, the wolf found it eerily similar to Waka's native tongue.

Waka...

Where was he? She could certainly remember being with the prophet before her mind went blank. He was the man who flew this ship, yet there was no sign of him. She telepathically called out to him. No response.

Waka! she cried out. Nothing. The great room was silent as the dark emptiness she and the Ark were trapped in.

She could only whimper. She was alone and knowing that she could not hope to fly the ship, she would be for some time. Unless...

She looked up at the strange vessel again. It was at a close, but relatively safe distance from the Ark. Or at least, she hoped it was. Her mind reached out to the ship, sensing for any sign of activity. Perhaps it or whoever is controlling it could help her?

What came was a cacophony of strange sounds and voices. There were strange beeping and whistling noises that constantly beat out at her mind. They were awfully similar to that of the sounds made by the machinery and Waka's base back at Sei-an City. Her mind then sensed another set of sounds. There were voices speaking in foreign tongues. She could easily translate them, since being a god allowed her to be able to understand any living thing regardless of language. However, she could not make out some of the words they were using or what they meant. She heard men and women saying words like "Forerunner", "UNSC", "High-density steel composition", "Covenant", "artificial intelligence", and "Reach". None of these things made any sense to her.

She could sense that they were human. This shocked her. Humans? Out here amongst the stars? The Moon Tribe was certainly capable of such a feat, but they were not really human and were practically extinct. Perhaps one of their ships has managed to escape the tragedy on the Moon? Unlikely. She knew of no ship that could traverse such great distances.

She eavesdropped on the minds of the crew of the strange vessel, mostly hearing idle chatter. Most of these conversations made little sense to her. Some were speaking of fanciful tales about a man named Shaw-Fukikawa who had the ability to move things faster than light. Others spoke of alien worlds and horrible battles with alien creatures. Though this confused her greatly, she knew that questions about this would have to wait.

Out of the white noise of a thousand human minds and machines, the goddess heard something she did not expect. It was her name.

She could barely make it out, but they were using her name. Completely ignoring the fact that nearly everything about that ship and crew is foreign to her, the Goddess barked in joy. Perhaps someone has come to rescue her and Waka. Her moment of hope, however, was short-lived.

The Ark suddenly shook, causing the wolf to fall off her four feet. The consoles lit up and bristled with activity, illuminating her body with an ambient red. Before she could even try to figure out what was happening, the ship lurched again. This time, it was much more powerful and caused her to be knocked off the control platform. She hit the floor of the room hard and gasped for air. She is much weaker than she used to be.


The Retribution shook violently, tossing nearly everyone to one side. Cole bumped his head on a console and it took him a while to regain his sense of perception. Alarms were blaring and he could hear people running about and barking out orders. He managed to stand up and asked, "What the hell just happened?!"

Amaterasu's avatar appeared on the bridge's holotank. "There was a massive energy spike from the unknown vessel and it immediately activated its engines. We are being pulled by it!"

Cole stumbled up to the window and saw the aft end of the unknown ship ablaze with white flame. It was moving, pulling the Retribution along with it. The ship continued to shake violently.

"Detach those tow cables, A!"

"I am trying, but the tow control is not responding! That first jerk must have damaged it somehow… that kind of sounds odd when I say it that way."

Polasky, who was busy trying to hold his part of the ship together, yelled out, "Not a good time for your jokes, Ammy!"

"You're the one who's been joking just a mere two minutes ago, Polasky!" Cameron yelled back.

"You're the one who thought it was funny!"

Cole had enough. There were more important things to worry about at the moment. "Quit it, you two! A, is there any way you can manually cut us loose?"

"Not without having to actually go out there and cut them with plasma cutters." The ship began to ease up little by little. Everyone still felt a little shaking, but it was certainly smoother than it was before.

"I've fired up the Retribution's engines to try and match the speed of the alien craft. It should give us a smoother ride."

Cole looked out and saw what was ahead of his ship. "I don't know if that's going to matter for long, A. Are we heading where I think we are?"

Ahead of both ships was the looming dark sphere of Aegis VII. And it was getting larger and larger.


As the interior of the Ark shook, the wolf god saw what was happening with the other vessel. She could hear the anguish and the emotional chaos there and she knew as they did what would happen if they cannot break off. Trying her best to ignore the violent quaking beneath her feet, the wolf ran to the nearest exit. She needed to get outside, even though she knew little of the Ark's layout.

Upon leaving the control room, another jolt accompanied by a great rumbling was felt. This one felt really bad, as if the ship was about to tear itself in half. She did not have much time. Whatever was happening, it would stack the odds against her.

She entered a large chamber, similar to the last in size and architecture. However, she was not alone. Standing around inside, disoriented and confused, were a pair of green imps. They looked at every direction, trying to find out what was happening. They soon happened to look into her direction. Without warning, both demons readied themselves for combat. The Goddess answered in kind, wielding the divine instrument Solar Flare. The red disc flared to life in magnificent flames, harboring the very essence of the Sun. As she readied for their attack, something exploded nearby that caught their attention. Before she could see what had happened, the imps were crushed by a falling piece of debris from above.

The wolf smirked. That is quite a fortunate coincidence.

She ran again, hoping to find a way outside. She could still hear the minds of the humans as clearly as she could hear the constant rumbling and banging of the deteriorating Ark.

The Ark jolted again and the interior lights flickered. Some of the lamps were suddenly snuffed out. She walked out of another hallway only to run into a group of imps. Just as she passed them, they jumped out of the way. Then a monotone female voice rang out, "Warning: Artificial gravity has been disabled."

The lights flickered again and when the Goddess jumped to avoid an imp, she did not fall back down. The wolf god found herself and the other demons floating off the ground. None of them had any control over their movements, spinning and flipping in an almost graceful way. It was an intriguing sensation.

Able to regain her bearings, the Goddess pulled out a rosary and shot at them, the recoil giving her a slight push backwards in zero-gravity environment. All the beads struck their targets and their bodies were flipping backwards from the impacts before disintegrating into dust.

She turned herself around and launched herself off of a piece of floating debris towards another corridor. As she flew down the corridor, another explosion ripped a massive hole into the wall. Everything suddenly began to fly towards the opening and out into the emptiness of space. The Goddess was among them.

Tumbling out at great speed, she bumped into bits and pieces of metal and glass. The light of the sun beat down on her. It was much hotter than she expected, but it did not hurt. Her ears picked up no sound and her lungs took in no air. She was in the vacuum of space.

She looked back to see the Ark and the alien ship it was towing. The Ark looked nothing like she remembered at all! The sails were different. The hull was different. Everything about it was different! She could not worry about that now. The wolf saw the towing cables that bound the two ships and without hesitation, the wolf god lifted her tail and the world around her turned into the beige-colored canvas that was so familiar to her. A line was drawn across the cables and they were cleanly cut, freeing the alien vessel from the Ark.

She did it. At the risk of her own life, and perhaps her own existence, she saved the lives of hundreds whom she never knew. She could hear them now, clear against the backdrop of silence, cheering as the ship began to break off. She could feel their praise and gratitude, though they probably never knew what saved them.

Their praise strengthened her ever so little, but it was enough. It was enough to keep her alive for a while as she drifted towards the great world ahead. But she was tired. In spite of the looming planet of which she will surely fall to, the Goddess closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.


When the Retribution reached a safe distance, everyone onboard gave a sigh of relief. No one had any idea exactly what it was that happened; all that mattered for the moment was that the ship was not going to crash into the green world of Aegis VII. Cole watched with relief and regret as the alien ship entered the planet's atmosphere, where it will soon crash. Nothing was as paramount as the safety of the ship and crew, but the commander thought about that lost opportunity. They could have learned something from it. Maybe they still can when the UNSC examines the crash site, which he was certain they will.

The holoprojector came to life and the AI Amaterasu appeared.

"So much for being in the history books."

"I don't know about that, Ammy," Polasky said. "We're probably the first guys who's ever been towed by an alien spaceship."

Cameron, who fell off of his chair during the ride, pointed his finger in the air and said, "What about what happened to the Golden Mallet during the war? Same thing happened to her only worse."

"Hey, I've heard about that ship. What happened to it?"

"No one knows. They never found the wreckage."

Cole paid little attention to their conversation. He knew what happened to that ship and had no desire to tell them. They did not want to know. Walking around the bridge, he examined the state of the room and crew. Everyone was relieved that they were not going to hit the planet, that much was certain. As they slowly began to resume to duties, the commander somehow felt that they were thinking what he was: They should have never been so lucky. Those cables were too strong to snap under sheer physical stress alone. They were designed to handle high amounts of tension from heavy objects.

His thoughts on the matter were interrupted when Amaterasu spoke again, "What do I tell them?"

The commander focused his gaze upon the alien vessel as it burned in the planet's atmosphere. He could imagine some of the UNSC forces on the ground beginning to converge at wherever the thing was going to crash. A strange feeling rippled through him. It was hard to describe, but he somehow knew that something was down there; something powerful but strangely familiar like a distant memory from childhood. He could not put his hand on it and it made him want to find out.

Turning to face the AI, he answered, "That I need to have a word with Director Church."


In the middle of the night inside a lone box canyon, were two bases. Both were situated at opposite sides of this canyon where there is no way in or out. One could wonder why anyone would live here. The reason was simple; the inhabitants were at war with each other. Well, if one could call what these guys have been doing for the past few months a "war". It was more of a constant state of bickering. There was a few times where they exchanged shots, but not enough to be called battles. For quite some time, the red and blue inhabitants have had a simple yet important question cross their minds: Why are they here?

This question has entered everyone's minds at least once. Per day. But for the moment, this was not a concern. You know, because everyone is asleep.

None of these men knew of the events that took place hundreds of miles above them. Nor did they know that what would fall from the skies would change their lives forever. Even if they were awake and were convinced to watch what would seem to be a meteor shower, they would not think much of it. Then again, they don't think much of anything.

This is because they are idiots. They are not just idiots; they are the biggest idiots that humanity has yet conceived. The idiocy of these idiots would be off the charts if some idiot was idiotic enough to come up with an idiotic idea such as an idiot scale to measure the idiocy of idiots. Perhaps this is why they are here: There was no place to put the idiots.

One such idiot woke up to a most peculiar and disturbing sound. The idiot got up and put on his helmet. It was the only thing he needed since he slept with armor on. They all did. Why do they do this? Even they do not know. Such is the thinking of idiots.

The man walked out of his room, careful to avoid any missteps that could awaken his compatriots. Slowly, but surely the man clad in blue armor managed to exit the base. Though it was dark, he could see somewhat clearly around him. He looked around at the fields and canyon walls before finally looking up at the night sky. Many miles away at a great altitude was a great ball of fire accompanied by many smaller streaks of light. There were many small streaks of light. Though this spectacle seemed quite far, the man shook a little in fear. He did not know exactly what he was seeing. Knowledge of astronomy was not his strongest suit. Knowledge of any kind was not his strongest suit.

A distant bang caused the young man to look up and see one of the streaks glow especially bright. Not as bright as the ever-descending ball of fire, but brighter than any star he had seen before. It also seemed stationary as it grew in brightness.

It turns out it was not stationary at all. The light zoomed by high above, disappearing behind a canyon wall. A distant but audible boom was heard shortly after. The armored man in blue stared at the direction where the object landed. He paid no attention to the other debris that fell, for they landed far from here. This piece, whatever it may be, fell quite close and the man was curious. After the great fireball disappeared into the night, there was total silence.

After several minutes of staring at the wall, the young man decided to walk back to base and go back to sleep. Though he did not know it, Michael J. Caboose had witnessed the fall of one of the greatest discoveries of all time. Even though he is an idiot, most who would have witnessed this event would not have thought much of it, either.


So, there's the first part. I know it's fairly long for an intro but this is where I could stop.

I decided to name the planet Aegis VII since it is never really mentioned where Blood Gulch actually is. I know it's probably on a Halo but then there were some issues(why would the UNSC put the guys and Project Freelancer on one? They certainly couldn't have built one themselves.) that I just did not want to mess with. So, they're just on a regular boring planet.

I hope this works out...