I find it rather strange that as long as halo has been around, that somehow there is no crossover with back to the future. Now originally I thought that this would only work on in a one shot type of story, but I'm sure I can get a few chapters into it. So if any of your readers out there would want to drop in a few tidbits on how you think the story should be tell, then be my guess as always if you read please a drop review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Halo or Back to the Future.
This is heavy
Chapter one
October 25, 1985 at date that will live with infamy, well at least to me it was that day. Only after 1:20 a.m. in the morning, then I was technically October 26, 1985. But who is really counting. I thought my day was shit for the most part, principle Strickland all over my ass for being tardy, the fact that my band the pinheads didn't make the cut for high school dance, and the fact that I blew Doc's amp back at the lab. Shit he's going to be so pissed when he sees what I did to it.
Any ways at least Doc's Delorean time machine looked kickass, poor Einstein most likely piss or shit in seat going thru that kind of experience like that. Oddly enough he didn't, which meant he was a well trained dog. I and Doc got dressed up in radiation suits to refuel the Delorean. I never would have imagined that this ride took grade A plutonium. After what doc told me that he tricked a bunch of Libyan nationalist thinking that he was going to make a small package nuke for those nut jobs.
I have to admit Doc always had a plan for everything. Alas Doc was about to take off to go into twenty five years into the future to see the advancements of mankind. I was about to bid my farewells to him, when it came into my mind to ask him to look me up in the future. He humbly accepted my request.
Until just then his happy demeanor went away, when he nervously said,
"Great Scott they found me."
I turned around to see in the distance at the entrance to the Twin Pines Mall parking lot, one of those old volts wagon beetle vans from the van kept speeding up to our position as I stood there almost like a statue, Doc on the other hand pull out a small revolver trying to pop out a round to them with no successes. When they caught up to our position Doc tried to scramble to his truck, these guys mean didn't even say a word as the one guy in the sun roof open up on Doc spraying him with bullets. Doc just fell down in a heap as cried out loud calling them, you
"fucking assholes."
When I caught the guys attention to me as he started to shoot at my direction. I dodged quickly out of his firing range especially when the guy's gun jammed on him. I tried to run on the other side of the truck to make my get away when they caught up to me. I shut my eyes preparing to head to the great beyond when the guy was aiming for me, until fate has decided to give me another chance in life when his gun jammed again.
Shit at first instinct I ran and jumped into the Delorean and started it up to make my get away. I quickly took a short glance at Doc's body. Shit he finally made something that worked for the first time in his life only for him to be quickly snuffed out.I can't grieve now since I got get away from these guys. I quickly drove out of the Twin Pines mall parking lot trying to make my get away from these gun crazed Libyans. Yet these douche bags were not far behind.
Bullets are whizzing in my direction everywhere as I did my best to drive and dodge these guys, yet I know that I got to get some speed to get ahead from these guys. Yet every time I think I'm getting ahead I got to slow down to make another turn without flipping this crate.
Oh shit, I see one the guy in back getting out one of those rocket launchers I saw in Rambo first blood part 2. I have to get speed now, oh crap he popped it off as the rocket started to whizzing towards my direction, I made a sudden turn to the left. The rocket landed and exploded like literally next to the time machine causing me to jerk forward and hitting the dashboard where the time coordinates where.
Little did I realize that I change the coordinates for the time machine, but I didn't pay attention to that. I just knew I got get out of here fast. I could see these guys reloading another rocket from my rear view mirror. So I pop it to fifth gear and jump up to ninety miles per hour.
At last I was finally getting away, yet the time machine started to flash in bright lights as I saw the flux compositor flashing more into a bright white light. Next thing I know it I was traveling in time.
October 25 2556 Location out skirts of Hill Valley California USA
Right after the tunnel of light, boom I was driving on a highway. I had to react quickly, because it appears that I was driving on the wrong side of the road as this massive pack truck was honking its horn at me. I swerve to the right to get out of its way. Shit that was so close. I kept driving for a couple a minutes as I started to pull over to what looked like a road sign.
I put the Delorean in park, but kept the engine on, as I open the door. I walked out very slowly looking at the sign. Oh shit it looked like a sign, but it was like some picture that was floating in the air. It was actually kind of cool look at.
Basically it was a long metal wall that reached about six feet up with lights on the top that would project images in mid air. Yet I could see clearly the other side as clear as daylight. All it really mentions was that the city of Hill Valley was three miles away.
Sweet I'm that far away from home. Just then the Delorean started to sputter and stalled on me. Great just great, I quickly went inside to turn the ignition on to see it I can get it started. After a couple of try's no dice, till I check the fuel gauge.
Awe crap it was empty, as I slapped my hand on the stirring wheel out of frustration and anger. Well I just sat here thinking on what my next move should be. Well I just can't leave the time machine here out in the open.
So in an impromptu moment I decided to pop the car in neutral and push it behind the metal sign. At least it would be hidden out of plain sight for awhile, while I get my bearings and all. Next thing I know it I was off walking to Hill Valley USA.
At least it was a nice and bright sunny day today. Lots of trees, grass, and blue skies, as I continue to walk to town I was looking up in the sky only to see some dark object in the skyline. Since it was a great deal away it just looked like a small speck in the sky.
As always I just assumed it was a plane flying in the sky. Could be a TWA or PanAm, I would just have to wait will I. So I continue walking without really thinking about it.
Soon enough I looked back at the sky seeing the object get much bigger. At first it looked like a large black box. I mean it was really high up in the sky, but as closer and closer it got I knew something was up.
That was no plane, I mean it was like some large ass bar flying in the sky. I'm like holly shit, is that a space ship. Next to it was slightly smaller ships it looked like they were flying in some kind of formation or soon as the ships passed on by I continued to walk towards town.
About forty minutes later according to my Casio digital watch, which had the new feature of being water proof for fifty feet of water, I was starting to make out some buildings in the were fairly small in the distance, but as I came closer and closer to Hill Valley, holy shit these were some big gigantic sky scrappers
Soon enough I was in town and all I can say was whoa. I couldn't recognize anything at all. All the buildings where like really scrunch up together. The sky scrapers alone had that futuristic feel to them as well.
Even the cars looked rad. This one bitchin car looked like some three wheel rocket as it pulled up near me. It looked like a one seat people as well were even dress in some kind of polyester type clothing. It looked really shining when the sun hit it about right. Every now and then some people would stare at me for a short moment then go about their business.
As I continue to walk down the sidewalk, all of sudden a mass load of people from behind me kept pass me and pushing me, without so much saying excuse you. Shit I didn't feel like being trample, so as an extra effort I did my best to keep up in the pace of the crowd.
They were all in a hurry to get to somewhere, as the mass load of a crowd kept pushing hard and harder. Next thing I know, I was being ushered into a building. I only got a small glimpse of name on the outside as I was forced in I only made out four letters as I saw it, it read UNSC.
When I got inside, there was this dude in the front of the crowd, yell something out yet I wasn't really paying any attention since I was looking for a way out.
In just a few seconds everyone in the crowd started to disperse going off in several directions heading into elevators I think. I mean it happen so quick that in one minute I was the only person left in the room.
"Well I'm glad that's over."
Soon I see the entrance that I came in from as I started to head towards it, till some dude calls me out.
"Where do you think you're going son?"
I turned around to see a fairly older man behind me, he wore just a solid black uniform. He was just slightly taller than me. His hair was dark brown from what I could tell; with one of those buzz cuts.
I pointed to myself,
"what you mean me?"
"No I'm talking to the invisible maggot next to you."" What are you waiting for son, are you afraid?"
"Uh look mister, I'm not with those people I was kind of shoved to this area."
I could tell that this guy wasn't buying my story, as he had look of skepticism on his face.
"I hope you are not the guy that vandalized and wrecked the recruiting kiosk outside."
" Wait, what?, uh no way man I was just minding my business till I got shoved in here."
"I think you better come with me son."
"Nah that's ok mister I think I'll be heading out."
" Son I'm only asking once, either you come with me or I make you come."
This bozo can't be for real; I'm just going to make a break for it. So when it looked like I was going to go with him, I quickly turned around and dashed for the exit. I didn't get too far to say the least, this old dude not only caught up with me, but he put me in some arm lock that hurt like shit.I started to cry uncle to him.
"I'm not your uncle son."
"What?" I said in complete confusion.
This dude just lead me behind a couple doors that slid open till he took me to an open area with a large counter or desk with some guy sitting behind it.
"I got another runner here for you sir and from the look of this one it fresh meat for the grinder."" Now you stand good and still here kid, or the next time I'll break your twig
of an arm off." I literally stood there about to shit my pants.
"Thank you sergeant, but I think the kid gets your drift you are dismissed." And in a few seconds the guy was gone. I looked at this guy sitting behind the desk as he continues to work or whatever. This guy also was wearing a solid black suit. Only he had light brown was awkward silence for about a minute, till the dude spoke up. "
"Name."
"Huh"
"Your Name kid, he said in annoyance.
"Uh Marty."
"Marty what?"
"Uh Marty Mcfly ."
" Humph interesting name kid."" Let's see here, nope I don't see a Marty Mcfly on the roster here."" What's you register number kid?"
"My what?"
"Sigh, look kid this would go a lot smoother if you stop asking questions, wait did you use kiosk outside a couple of days ago?"
"A what again?"
"Sigh, ok looks like I'm going have to register you the old fashion way , since you're not on the roster." "Ok just give me a few seconds kid and we'll get started."
" Ok your name is Marty Mcfly and you look like you're eighteen," as the guy went on almost in a mumbling fashion.
"Alright McFly what service branch you want to join?"
"What, branch of what?"
"You know like Army, Navy, or Marine."
"Wait what, is this a recruiting Station, look mister I'm not military material."
"Nonsense kid everyone says that, beside you know what the penalty is for pulling a false recruitment prank is?" And from the looks of you kid I don't think you would last ten
years in the penitentiary."
I just gave up from then and there and chose the least of them.
"Since you put it that way navy sounds good."
" Ok navy it is then."" What kind of skill you can offer to the navy?"
"Uh well I get along with just about anybody, and I pretty dame good skateboarder, and uh." I looked around the room and saw what looked like an electric guitar in the corner of the room on its stand. The thing is I never ever seen a solid white electric guitar I almost had like a clear plastic look to it as well.
"And what else kid?"
"I got wicked mad electric guitars skills and I can play that. "I started to point at the guitar in the corner. The guy behind the desk just started to laugh at my expense as he started to look up see me point to the guitar in the corner.
"Ok that's a pretty good one kid", as he laughed. I looked at him with a confident smirk on my face as I continued to point to the guitar.
"Oh so you're serious huh kid, you can play a Gibson Lx 25,000."
" Alright go on then play me a tune, this I got to see."
I went to the corner to find and pick up the guitar, only it was really light. I could see why most people would mistake this for a white guitar from a distance, because when I was up close to it, it had like a plastic look to it on it that was a clear plastic.I looked all around it to see where the power cord was and amp. I didn't find one; oh I hope this wasn't some kind of fake guitar. Till I found an on and off switch, I flipped it to the on switch. Immediately it flash some blue lights on, while it made a sort of a vacuum sound as it powered on.
" Come on kid I don't have all day." So I put the strap on and started to head over to guy across the desk.
"Hold on just a sec kid, I got to make a quick call."
Ensign John Clark was only laughing on the inside since he knew this kid was about to make a complete jack ass of himself, so he made a quick call to his long time friend Lieutenant Mark Gable to see if he wanted to have a good Clark would often tell his friend Gabe the laughter often makes day go fast since it was so fucking boring working at ONI Section II low class Propaganda/recruitment center. He switches on the telecom as a few rings went on till his pal Gabe finally answers.
"What is it Clark," Gabe said dryly?"
"Oh nothing sir, I just thought if you have nothing better to do today that if you don't mind coming down and listen to some kid who thinks he can play the 25000."
"Awe I don't know Clark."
" Come on sir it will be fun and it's not like your busy or anything right now."
" Sigh all right I'm coming. "
Just like that Ensign Clark's best bud was with him sitting next to him.
"You're going to love this sir; I mean look at that kid, what the fuck is wearing."
"Ok kid shows us your stuff."
" Well hey is there anything you want me to play?" Before Clark could answer,
Gabe interjected in. "I'm feeling a bit Nostalgia how about Chuck Berry's 1958 Johnny B Goode."
"How do you want me to play it?"
" You're the one with the guitar kid; you play it however way you want it."
All right I was about to get started, when a slot open on the guitar a pick came out automatically coming into my only problem is I only know the first part of the lyrics to the song. So without further ado, I got started. With the classic intro to the song with b flat start and a lot of seven g chord with my fingers hitting and sliding. Of course I closed my eyes at first and about six seconds into the song I open them.
The rad thing was that all of sudden I saw some sort of projections of a drummer a base guitar guy, a pianist, and another guy with sax. After I finished the first lines of lyrics I kind of forgot how the song went and I just started to lose myself into the thing I knew, the image of the sax guy went away and another guitarist started to show up, it must have been the second lead guitarist. As kept losing myself into my own variation of Johnny B. Goode, it started to sound a bit more metal then classic rock n roll.
At the same time I started to get to point to where I was playing on my knees adding rifts here and course while this was going on both Clark and Gabe at first just had some amusing looks to their faces as they were for sure was going to hear a rather messed up version of the song for a person who can't possibly play the Gibson Lx this was different, their looks changed into utter amazement. I mean the whole improvising worked I mean this kid has talent and can play. Gabe turns to Clark,
"who is this kid?" Clark nervously runs his fingers thru the data pad, almost nervously saying,
"Uh I don't know Gabe , I mean sir he just showed up out of nowhere."
Gabe turned to him in a franticly," what do mean you don't know?"
"Uh,….oh yeah that pecker wood sergeant said that he was trying to leave the recruitment deployment space lift."" His name doesn't even show up on the roster here."
This unknown kid took a normal song that should only lasted about two and a half minutes to full five minutes, Gabe's jaw just quickly regains his composure, and starts to think to himself: I can't pass this opportunity up; I mean this kid has such raw talent. This could be our ticket out of here. I just got to find out more about this kid before I go any further.
When Marty finally got done with his unique rendition of Johnny B Goode, both dudes where just silent, shit I think I was too loud again. So in a defeated slump I started to shut off the guitar and started to put it up, until.
"Whoa, whoa,…, where you going kid, please come back."
I stopped myself and turned around to come a bit closer to the large desk. Just then the other dude, who was wearing the same black suit as the previous two was coming up towards me. He had a tan complexion with dark black hair in a buzz cut fashion as well only he sported a dark mustache.
"Hey kid now that was some wicked ass guitar playing there."
" Really I thought I was playing too loud again."
Gabe starts to chuckle at that," what do mean kid we like it loud."" By the way my name is Mark Gable, but most people call me Gabe and my associate over there is John Clark." I'm like hey what's up.
"So kid your name is Marty right?"
" Yeah Marty Mcfly."
" Huh interesting name, anyways where did you study?"
" Study?, study what."
" Your guitar playing kid, like which university, you know like Stanford or Howard."
"What they teach guitar playing in colleges now?"" That's weird, but no uh Mr. Gabe I'm self taught."
"First off Marty it's just Gabe ok no mister no nothing."" Second are you telling me that you taught yourself how to play?"
" Uh yeah that's my story Gabe."
" Ok well before we go into this any further how about we discuss this over a bite to eat, you hungry kid."
"Uh yeah kind of."
"Good, Good, Clark shut down the office grab your coat and tell the sarge to oh I don't know just guard the front door till we get back."Just like that I was on a start of a new adventure.