Halo: Forward Unto Dawn Chapter 1: Ch1: Awoken From A Deep Sleep, a halo fanfic

Hello! And welcome to the long awaited story that you have been waiting for!

Halo: Forward unto dawn will be a 15 chapter long story written similar to my other Fanfic; Minecraft: A New Beginning. It could have some sequels… Who knows?

Yes, character submissions will be accepted. And yes, the word count will always be 1000+. The Halo genre will be within the following Halo games: Halo 2-Halo 4.

(This means that the weapons, the enemies, and the equipment will all be from Halo 2- Halo 4.)

Also, foul language in this story is not censored! (cursing is enabled!) (ENABLED!) NSFW!

If you like this Fanfic, give it a fair rating and a comment saying what I can do to make it better! Thanks, and enjoy!

"There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter." -Ernest Hemingway

Intercom: "Location: Deep Space | Year: 2557 | Galaxy: S72L4 | Nebula: NGC 5189

Cryostasis… ACTIVE | Life Support Systems… ACTIVE | Defibrillators… ACTIVE

Activating programming code: J-117, F.U.D.

Downloading…

WARNING! Status Hull Breached! WARNING!

Activating Defense Codes...FAILED

Defense System Activation...FAILED

Firewall Activation...FAILED

Defense Turrets Online...FAILED

WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

Emergenccccc...c2ge3f4t7qu3y8fgyt1l3dw

STOP Error 0x00000061:

"HAL1_INITIALIZATION_FAILED"

STOP Error 0x00000067:

"CONFIG_INITIALIZATION_FAILED"

STOP Error 0x00000065:

"MEMORY1_INITIALIZATION_FAILED"

STOP Error 0x00000063:

"SECURITY1_INITIALIZATION_FAILED"

STOP Error 0x00000062:

"REBOOT_INITIALIZATION_FAILED"

…

...

000100… IDENTIFICATION DIVISION.
000200… PROGRAM-ID J-117, F.U.D.
000300…
000400… BEGIN.
000500… ENVIRONMENT DIVISION.
000600… CONFIGURATION SECTION.
000700… SOURCE-COMPUTER RM-COBOL.
000800… OBJECT-COMPUTER RM-COBOL.
000900…
001000… DATA DIVISION.
001100… FILE SECTION.
001200…
100000… PROCEDURE DIVISION.
100100…
100200… MAIN-LOGIC SECTION.
100300…
100400… DISPLAY " " LINE 1 POSITION 1 ERASE F.U.D.
100500… DISPLAY "DATA-EXTRACT" LINE 15 POSITION 10.

100600… DEACTIVATE "CRYOSTASIS"
100700… STOP RUN.
100800… MAIN-LOGIC-EXIT.
100900… EXIT."

…

Grunt #1: "Is it deactivated?"

Zealot Elite: "We will know In a second" "So hell the shut up!"

Grunt #2: "Ha!" "Loser!"

The Zealot grabs the Grunt by the throat and holds him up, suspended in the air.

Zealot Elite: "If you wish to keep your pathetic life…" "You WILL keep quiet as well!"

*Gasping* Grunt #2: "I-I'm…" "S-sorry, s-s-sir"

Zealot Elite: "Good…" "Now, BRING THE SPEC OPS!" "LET'S CRACK THIS BITCH OPEN!"

Two Spec Ops Elites uncloak their camo and arrange side by side, next to the Zealot.

Spec Ops #1: "We're ready, sir."

Spec Ops #2: "Plasma Charges set, sir."

Zealot Elite: "On my mark…"

Zealot Elite: "..."

Zealot Elite: "...now"

The plasma charges exploded, blowing the armored door off its hinges. They breached one-by-one, and stood guard outside the hallway. Moving dead spartan bodies aside in the room that they were in, they saw a Cryostasis pod, but with something inside it…

Zealot Elite: "There it is boys, the main objective."

The Minor Elites stood guard, next to the blown off door frame, the grunts were kicking and making fun of the dead spartan bodies, and the main leader; the Zealot, was over next to the pod, examining it.

Zealot Elite: "You two!" "Spec Ops!"

Spec Ops #1 & #2: "SIR!"

Zealot Elite: "Hack the settings console and get the pod open!"

The two Spec Ops ran over to the console and started to hack away, meanwhile the Zealot Elite sent out three jackals to go scout out in the air vents. He then heard a scream-like growl and blood seep out one of the air vents.

Zealot Elite: "Uuuugh!" "You fucking idiot!" "You can't go through the fan blades!"

Zealot Elite: "Am I the only one on this ship who isn't an idio-"

Spec Ops #1: "We're done sir!"

Zealot Elite: "Oh…" "Right…"

Zealot Elite: "EVERYONE!" "REGROUP, NOW!"

Zealot Elite: "Time to take out this so called… "Master Chief""

Intercom: "OPENING POD BAY…"

All the the Zealot's troops stood next to the pod, ready to unleash a hell of firepower as soon as it opened…

But inside the pod, was not the correct objective they were looking for.

Zealot Elite: "Wha-?"

Grunt #2: "...The fuck?"

Jackal #1: "What is that?"

Inside, the so called "Master Chief" was not there… But instead there was a strange looking Ultra rank Elite, his armor had a goldish tint to it, but he also had lots of cords and machinery hooked up to him. (Think of Armored Mewtwo when he was in his testing chamber, but with an Elite instead.)

Zealot Elite: "GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!" "WE INVADED THE WRONG UNSC AIRSHIP!"

Spec Ops #1: "The wrong UNSC airship?"

Zealot Elite: "Spec Ops!" "Go and see what this thing is!" "Maybe we can still get some praise for discovering something…"

The Spec Ops crew ran over to the setting console and did some research.

Spec Ops #2: "Sir!" "This is incredible!"

Zealot Elite: "What is it?"

Spec Ops #1: "Sir, apparently, its some kind of genetically mutated soldier!"

Spec Ops #2: "They enhance everything about him." "His strength, reaction time, pain capacity, almost anything you can think of!"

Spec Ops #1: "Its code name is… lets see...:" "J-117, or A.K.A. the F.U.D. Project" "Nothing else is said." "Must be a brand new projec-"

Zealot Elite: "Take him to our ship… NOW!"

But, just as the Zealot ordered some of his Minor rank Elites, to get J-117's frozen body out of the pod, his arms shot out and grabbed two of the Minor's throats.

Zealot Elite: "What the hell!?" "Alright boys, as sad as it is, we're gonna have to take him down!" "ATTACK!"

The Zealot's entire squadron started to fire upon the frozen body grabbing the Minor's throats. Big mistake. J-117 easily broke free of his icy prison, thanks to the covenant's firepower. The two Spec Ops soldiers uncloaked behind J-117 and unsheathed their energy swords. J-117 spun around and grabbed one of the Spec Ops, headbutting him with the face mask J-117 had on. Pulling back in pain, the soldier dropped his sword, and J-117 picked it up and cut both of them in half. He picked up the other energy sword that the other Spec Ops Elite dropped and faced the crowd of his new-found enemies.

Zealot Elite: "Oh shit…"

*5 MINUTES LATER*

The Zealot Elite retreated back in terror as J-117 approached him, both blood covered swords to his sides. A grunt ran at J-117 and suicide bombed him, the Zealot then grew hope.

Zealot Elite: "YEA!" "TAKE THAT YOU…"

The Zealot Elite's expression turned toward terror, as he saw as the smoke cleared, and the "thing" was still walking toward him, perfectly unscaved. He drew one of his swords toward the Zealot's neck.

*Muffled* J-117: "Why did you attack me?"

Zealot Elite: "I'm sorry!" "I thought that you were going to kill my men!"

*Muffled* J-117: "Well it didn't matter did it?"

Zealot Elite: "NO!" "NO!" "NOOOOO!"

After the bloody mess that he made, J-117 started to walk out of the room, but was stopped by a large group of Spartan Officers.

Spartan Officer: "Stop experiment J-117!" "Go back into your Cryostasis chamber!"

*Muffled* J-117: "I think i've been in there long enough, I want to know the truth!"

And with the yell of battle, J-117 pulled out his energy swords, and charged toward the large squad of Spartans.

Intercom: "WARNING! CRYOSTASIS CHAMBER TEST SUBJECT LOCATION FAILURE!

ESCAPE POD STATION DOORS BREACHED!"

Well how was it? Did you like it? DO YOU NEED A PILLOW PET TO SQUEEZE WHILE YOU WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER IN ANTICIPATION?!

You'll just have to wait…

But in the meantime, take your precious ideas like: "What if Dragon did this?" "What will Dragon write next?" "I have an idea of a character…"

PUT THEM IN THE REVIEWS BELOW!

Oh! And just in case if you couldn't tell by now, "J-117" is not a good guy… neither is he bad. He's neutral.

Anyway…

I'm gonna go and eat myself a bag of microwave popcorn! Adios!

"Only some can take the heat of the moment…"