Alright. First story I'm cranking out, and with Halo: Anniversary and Halo 4 coming out, I'm liable to get some exposure.

Okay. Laying out some ground rules.

I, in no way, shape, and/ or form own anything that might be remotely construed as being under the ownership of Bungie and/ or 343/Microsoft. I do not own any thing except my Original Creations (Here on referred to as OC), nor am I making money off this venture; and nor do I plan too.

Now that that's out of the way, A Plus an explanation.

This is essentially a 'Stuck in Halo' Story.

BUT DON'T HIT THAT 'Back' BUTTON JUST YET! Let me explain.

But it is so much more then that.

Instead of some simple 'Me + A couple of friends being sucked into the Haloverse by some plot device' style, it's something a bit more permanent.

It's the peoples 'Essence' that is in the story.

Different experiences, different ways of growing up, but each persons 'Soul', what makes them 'them' is retained.

I think it'll make for a more rewarding read.

And so, I present Halo: A Return Home.

-Enjoy,

Gundrium

Prologue:

Planet Reach

Rally point Omega

1955 Hours, August 30th, 2552 (Shortly before the events of the level- 'Lone Wolf'.)

Three Spartans.

She looked at the other two, who were in front of an odd looking falcon. "So you've made up your mind then?" Asked the blue one with the Sniper Rifle.

She simply nodded. No reason to talk, she hadn't most of her career, anyway.

Why start now?

The red and orange one threw up his hands as he secured his shotgun. "What did I tell you?" he asked as the light glinted off his EVA Helm. "I know, Chris." Came the terse reply as the blue armor relaxed slightly, disappointment softening his voice.

To most normal people, even those in the military, the movement would have been slight. Maybe not even noticeable.

But to Her and her senses, he might as well have curled into a ball and started bawling like a newborn.

"Does the term 'Lone Wolf' ring a bell?" 'Chris' said with a 'I-told-you-so' pose. The blue one snapped. like lightning, he pulled the other by his chest plate until there helms were centimeters away. The EOD Helm looked more menacing now. "Look," He snarled, "I said I KNOW. I thought maybe something had changed when she fought with noble. Maybe something did... But..." His speech crumbled to nothingness as he released the taller Spartan. Hearing the disappointment was surprisingly stabbing. She hadn't expected a reaction.

Not that she showed it. She had a reputation, after all. Of course, the Blue one was a odd case. Definitely not your normal Spartan.

The blue one looked at Chris. "Get the bird warmed up, I'll fly us off in a moment." Chris lazily saluted, then made to the Falcon.

The Blue one stuck out his hand, and she grasped it, recognizing the handshake. "Best of luck, and god speed." He said as the wind blew though.

"Mike!" Came a yell from the Falcon, "The Radar is going crazy, we gotta go!" came a yell from the vehicle. 'Mike' turned to the voice and nodded. Then he made for the cockpit of the Falcon, pulled it into the air, and she was alone.

Once again, a lone wolf. Like she always had been. with enemies everywhere and nothing friendly out there but the dust and echoes.

Huh.

Deja Vu.

Alright, you guys know the procedure.

Hit that review button on the bottom of the page and tell me what you think.

I would like to get opinions and reviews before I continue.

-This is Gundrium, Signing out!