Disclaimer: I do not own Halo or Eragon.

A/N: Hello all that choose to pay attention to this fic, This is my first ever story, so any reviews and helpful comments will be appreciated, all flames will be used for when I do something stupid and need to be reminded that i'm not the only idiot out there in the world :)

A/N no 2: This story is inspired by The Turn of The Tides, also a HaloxInheritance fanfic by Captiosus, and also the best one in that category, although no offense to all of you other HaloxInheritance writers out there, Captiosus' is just the most action packed and exciting one.

SPOILER WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR BOTH THE INHERITANCE CYCLE, AND HALO 4

Chapter 1: The Battle Of Sanghelios

Five years ago, he had been embroiled in a war for the very survival of humanity.

Five years ago, he had ended that war, spearheading the attack on the Ark, and Ultimately Halo.

Five years ago, he had activated the replacement of Installation 04, eradicating all life in a radius of 25,000 light years.

Five years ago, he had lost his oldest friend, his most trusted ally.

Five years ago, he had saved humanity, and wiped out the parasite known as the Flood.

Five years ago, he had put himself in a cryogenic sleep after the slipspace portal misfired, sending him deep into uncharted territory.

Four months ago, he had woken up to Cortana's desperate plea as what remained of his ship was boarded by the Storm Covenant.

Three months ago, he had been the first human to step foot within Requiem, and the one to awaken the last forerunner, the Diadact.

Three months ago, he had helped the UNSC Infinity escape Requiem, and set course for Earth, chasing after the Composer, before the Diadact catalogued and destroyed all of her residents.

Two months ago, he had faced off against the Diadact, sending him through slipspace, and saving humanity, once again.

Two months ago, he had lost the only one he could depend on anymore, as Cortana sacrificed herself to save him from the detonation of the HAVOC nuclear device as he destroyed the Composer.

One month ago, he was welcomed home as a hero, after five long years, he was home.

The UNSC INFINITY floated silently, above Sanghelios, as her crew relaxed groundside. She was here for a diplomatic visit between humanity and the sangheli. Normally, she would never be here, as she was commissioned for discovering and decommissioning the remaining Halos. However, the sangheli leader Thel 'Vadam, had personally requested this envoy, to talk with his longtime ally, and the last of the legendary Spartan IIs, the Master Chief Petty Officer John-117.

The pelican shuddered one last time as it powered down in the shadow of the Sangheli council chamber, its green Titanium-A sticking out among the dull blue and purple vehicles favored by the sangheli, nicknamed the elites by all UNSC personnel. The entry ramp hissed open as a tall, armored figure strode out. Ignoring the spectators, he strode inside, and entered the chamber.

John strode through the corridors of the council chamber taking in the soaring arches and purple glow everything had. "Too thin to be used as cover." he thought, before mentally shaking himself "I'm here at the request of the Arbiter for a meeting; I'm not here to kill." He thought. Taking a deep breath, he walked into the inner chamber.

"I take it you were also impatient with the senseless gibbering of the council" a voice spoke behind him.

"Yes" replied John, as he turned around to see the Arbiter standing behind him. John mentally hit himself; the Elite standing in front of him was no longer a disgraced martyr seeking to save his race from the teachings of the prophets, and the clutches of the Flood. This was the proud leader of an entire race, resplendent in his ornate combat harness. "Must be just like me, still expecting a hostile waiting around the corner." he thought. He doubted that anyone that went through what they had would ever be comfortable in anything that couldn't stop a barrage of plasma or bullets.

"Well it seems that our races may have something in common after all" said the Arbiter as he walked up beside him to look down on the sprawling city. "It must have been hard to lose all of your most trusted warriors and advisors" said the Arbiter, "First your fellow Spartans, than Jacob, then Johnson, Miranda, and Cortana."

"We all did what we must for humanity." was the reply.

While the Arbiter was reminiscing with John of the days of the Great War, he saw a portal erupt into existence high above the planet. Frowning, he accessed the Net and reviewed the scheduled arrivals that day. Before he finished, he looked up in horror as the energy projector mounted on the underside of the vessel began glowing, and unleashed a beam of superheated plasma on the city. The Arbiter cursed as both he and John began sprinting towards the armory, their eyes burning in rage.

"What's happening?" asked John as they entered the armory.

"The rebel faction has returned." Replied the Arbiter as they began arming themselves.

At that moment, the Arbiter's earpiece crackled to life. "The rebels have returned, at the latest count, there are over two hundred battlecruisers in orbit, we are engaging but there are too many, you must flee to gather reinforcements and fight another day!"

The Arbiter easily recognized the voice as that of his longtime comrade Rtas Vadum. Normally, the Arbiter would have refused outright, and fought within the frontlines as any honorable Elite would. However he trusted Rtas, and realized the wisdom in his instructions. He turned to the Chief and asked him "Is your ship still in action? We must leave and rendezvous with our reinforcements.

"Affirmative" replied John as he checked over the weapon in his hands.

"Well then let's go" said the Arbiter.

He hadn't even finished speaking as the doors slid open and the pelican touched down in front of them with the ramp already opening. The pair looked at each other and sprinted towards it. John's foot had barely hit the ramp before it slid closed and shot towards the Infinity and safety.

Onboard the Infinity, sirens were blaring around Captain Thomas Lasky as he frantically shouted orders and checked monitors. The moment the glassing beam had struck, he had ordered the men to high alert and began charging the Infinity's four onboard MAC guns. As soon as he heard John's report through his com, and ordered the Infinity to retreat, and jump to Reach. As the Infinity began the jump sequence, a cruiser turned their attention to her, and fired several plasma torpedoes. Just before the Infinity went through, the torpedo hit one of the engines, shaking her, and damaging the slipspace drive. Before anyone could react to the damage, the Infinity vanished into slipspace. Hopefully, she was heading towards Reach.

A/N I know that there is nothing that has to do with the Inheritance Cycle, that will come next chapter, however, i will not leave this side hanging, after all, the Storm wont be crushed by nothing, and I personally know that I would hate being left in the dark about this side too. Don't worry, I also know that many will hate being given a chapter that they feel has nothing to do with the storyline (I don't want to know how the Storm and UNSC are doing dammit, I want to how Chief kicks ass in the Battle of the Burning Plains! hint hint...) I know that feeling too, so I will be uploading any UNSC-Storm chapters along with the normal ones. I also will add in chapters about Roran and his adventures in and away from Carvahall. Because I feel that it is part of the normal story-line, I will NOT add any extra chapters to go along with these. but don't worry, because this is my first story, I might just upload at least one chapter every day (at least for the first few days) so the updates will be quick as I hate having to wait months or even years waiting for a new chapter (Its happened believe me)even if they had some problems themselves. Anyway, any readers out there (If you even bother with this story), the updates WILL be quick, and this story WILL be fairly long. I just haven't gotten to the good parts yet :)