Ten years ago
Three plasma explosions thundered,plasma carbines cracked, and stormed rifles blared. Bright blue and green bolts streaked through the air after a pair of spartan headhunters. One dressed in Operator armor colored green packed a battle rifle as he snapped around catching three sangheili rifle men in his sights. He pulled the trigger back furiously three times. The burst of three bullets each smashed through the skulls of the rifle men blue blood splitting from them as they hit the ground dead.
He moved feeling three shots strike his shield from the left flank. Over on a hill in the sangheli desert jackal sharpshooters with needle rifles had taken up position.
The other spartan head hunter moved in warrying recon armor colored. She packed a DMR and fired five rounds off with her quick trigger finger. The jackals after being hit, blood shooting out of the exit wounds,stumbled backwards before hitting the ground motionless.
The Operator did not take a second to complement his partner more hostiles charging opened fire from a distance. He went into a roll quickly pinpointing their location near a rock formation. He whipped the trigger back five times striking two of the elites dead. The others moved behind the rock seeking cover.
They elites felt chills creep up their spine hearing a sharp click. They turned to see a third spartan this one a 4 in black venator armor holding a shotgun that had just been cocked.
Three loud bangs thundered through out the cannon. The Venator armored spartan walked over the bodies of the dead sangheili. He then cocked the shot gun again. On his back a sniper rifle hung from a strap.
"Show off." Grunted Recon.
"Dodge!" Shouted Operator.
In the air two large purple plasma balls glided through the sky towards their position. Both Spartans dove into a roll. The plasma balls collided the ground expanding into big purple explosions. The ground shook from the impact.
Both headhunters got to their feet to see two wraiths flying over the hill.
"Son of a bitch." Spat Operator.
The venator then dropped his shot gun and unslung his sniper. He raised the scope to his face and fired. A single shot flew out joining through the ears of one of the machine gunners his head popping into purple liquid.
The wraith then turned towards venators position its jets firing to life as it shot towards him.
"Shit." Venator cursed.
The spartan dodged going into a roll flying left wards just barely dodging the wraith. He brought the sniper back up seeing the the vehicles engine. He fired off the rest of the clip. The tank had bright blue sparks flying off then exploded. Metal fragments flying everywhere.
The other wraith was about to ram to the two headhunters. However several fuel rod rounds to the engine prevent that. The tank was consumed in a fiery blue explosion. Several metal chunks struck the shielding of both Spartans.
A fully armored elite ultra standing in full body armor that had a bright gleam off its white exterior stood proudly among the wreckage. He then casted aside the fuel rod and strolled forward.
"Fear not Spartans the mighty Thaze has come as your savior."
"Damn, can't believe the bastard actually made it out." Said operator.
Thaze slid down the hill arriving right next to Operator. He slapped Operator hard on the back. It was meant as a friendly pat.
"Come now Shingen, did you believe that you had lost me," He then chuckled, "You shall never lose the great and mighty Thaze!"
They all flinched going for their guns as several neo covenant drop ships screeched over head. One of the drop ships seemed to lurch forward raming right into the other. Then it exploded the blast night enough that it consumed both. The blast sent waves through the armor of the Spartans.
Two men with jet packs shot away from the explosion. One had a rocket launcher firing off three rounds at the other gun ship. The engine was hit causing it to spin out crashing in the distance. Another loud blast causing the ground to quiver.
Both men then descended towards the ground near venator. One was a spartan two that had his armor painted forest cameo and a bright green polarized visor. He held the rocket launcher barrel pointed up towards the sky. Quickly slapping his last two rockets on and snapping in position towards the last gun ship. It served as the first rocket struck its chain gun. The spartan two then dove into a roll spotting one of the engines. The second rocket flew colliding with it bright blue sparks raining down from it.
The passenger jumped out before the gun ship crashed. They used jet packs to slow their descent surrounding the group of Spartans.
"Elite rangers just fucking great." Said the man who'd arrived with the Two. He bore shiny gunmetal grey wetworks armor.
In his hand was a saw. He squeezed the trigger the muzzle flash blared wildly. Two sangheili rangers were torn apart by the bullets their blue blood flying through the air before painting the ground where the bodies hit.
The two head hunters both opened fire in near perfect sync gunning down four others before the rangers had the chance to fire. Thraze through a plasma grenade landing on one of his e enemies visor. Three rangers were then consumed in a bright purple explosion.
The spartan two cast aside the rocket and in the same fashion as an old west cowboy swung out two SMGs one in each hand from holsters on his leg. He let the bullets rip from the powerful guns as he sprinted forward. Four elites were shot up in their chests blue blood splattering everywhere.
"Now that we're all here we can leave this hell hole of a planet." Said Recon her gun lowered.
"Watch your tongue Angelika P Nine Zero that is my home you refer to. You will find I can be unpleasant when such is dishonored."
"You're already unpleasant." Angelika shot back.
"Can we please move before something else shows up. I mean whatever it is I'll kill it but bullets aren't as cheap as they use to be demands gone up, And I don't like to waist cash." Said Venator.
"Working on it Wilder." The Spartan two said.
He then got on the radio patching in to the ship. Everyone else waited forming a perimeter around him. Everyone had their guns raised.
"Command this is Sierra Zero, One, Six requesting evac. We are no longer at the expected evac zone. I deemed it unsafe for use and ordered my men to move. I repeat this Sierra Zero, One, Six requesting evac."
"Read ya loud and clear Sierra Zero,One, Six pelican is on it's way. ETA five minutes."
"Acknowledged."
The communication cut. However Sierra 016's attention was drawn a way hearing several loud thuds. He turned to see four armored hunters accompanied by brute mercenary two of which were carrying gravity hammers marching along the ridge.
"O fuck me."
"Damn it Michael this is the last time we let you improvise." Shouted Wilder who heard a click signaling he'd exhausted his sniper amou.
"Shut up Wilder, damn 4s to use to things going right," Michael 016 said.
Masamune carried a variety of weapons. Not just guns but swords as well. For instance he had UNSC engineers craft him a katana like that used by his ancestors for use in assassinations. However he fired two bursts at one of the brutes that charged at him with its war hammer like a wild gorilla with a club. His composure remained the same his heart rate staying completely consistent as he drew the sword and charged forward. He swung once the brutes head flying through the air.
Angelika charged forward firing her DMR off placing three shots through another brutes skull. His head was shattered upon impact. Thaze dashed forward a grin under his mask as he seized the gravity hammer before it hit the ground.
"Alexander I require cover!" He shouted at wet works.
The Spartan 4 turned the SAW on the brutes and squeezed the trigger. He put two of the beast like warriors down. The hunters fired off their cannon hands. Everyone dove forward dodging both rounds which pounded the grounds. The shock wave generated through the group a few inches forward after they dove.
Thraze found himself on the ground. A brute with a gravity armour wildly charged him the gravity hammer raised in the air. Thraze thought fast lunging himself into the air the hammer came down. The ground beneath him rose dirt shooting up from the impact of the gravity hammer. Thraze brought the hilt up into the brutes chin hard enough it through the beast back he hit the ground hard.
Thraze then shifted focus to a hunter that began to charge him deciding to try and smash his face in. Thraze simply swung the hammer into the hunters rib cage. Upon impact the insides of the creature turned to mush and the Hunter hit the ground motionless.
Thraze eyes grew wide and quickly through himself left evading a round fired from the other hunters cannon. The brute who'd taken the blow to the chin stood up his eyes widened as the round came right at him.
That explosion broke right as Alexander got up and activated his jet pack. He shot up through the air over the hunter. He then came down on top of it shoving the barrel of his gun right into its forward. He pulled the trigger. Green blood splattered all over his armor and helmet. The hunter crashed to the ground. Alexander hit the ground next to it on his back. He saw a group of four brutes aiming their guns at him.
Angelika chucked a frag grenade which hit one of the brutes in the head. The explosion cracked the shrapnel tearing through its fur. The brute stumbled backwards and tumbled towards the ground making a thunderous boom.
The other three brutes directed their attention towards Angelika since she had killed their compatriot. One went berserk charging forward as the other two opened fire.
The spartan flew back from a blow to the chest from the fist of the brute. She then drew her magnum and rapidly pulled the trigger back firing eight shots at the crazed warrior. Then bam!
The brute fell over dead, Wilder stood behind the brute his shotgun angled up held in one hand. Angelika was both relieved and annoyed she had allowed herself to be saved by Clarkson.
"I saved your life, you could place yourself in eternal debt to me, there by surrendering yourself to whatever I have in mind," He started, "Or pay the small rather insignificant fee of twenty thousand dollars."
"Fuck you."
The last two brutes found themselves faced against Michael 016 and Shingen. Quickly Masamune through his empty Battle rifle at the brute striking the beast in the head. He stumbled backwards Masamune dashed over drawing his blade again going for the brutes neck. This one moved dodging the strike. Masamune was impressed. He snapped around going for another strike spotting a gap between his armored shoulder plate and helmet. The blade's striking end went into the shoulder blade then swiftly came out. The brute screamed as its blood fly everywhere and painted the ground beneath. As it screamed and before it went berserk Masamune brought his magnum out and shoved the barrel under its chin pulling the trigger once.
Michael fired off the assault rifle empty the bullets left in his clip. The brute charged forward with all his force Michael smashed the butt of the gun into the brute's head. It stumbled off to the side struck hard enough to disorient. Michael pursed drawing his SMGs and firing off both blood splattering everywhere.
The pelican dove into the desert hovering above everything. Its massive engines kicking up dust as it came down for landing. The back door popped open lowering itself to the ground. A team of marines stood by equipped with a chain gun.
The team dashed over sprinting in. Micheal stopped scanning the horizon as everyone else failed into the pelican. Alexander was the last man in before Michael turned around charging in. He then slammed the button causing the door the rise back.
The Pelicans engines roared back to life as it rose from the desert. Eight more wraiths flew in and fired off their cannons. The large plasma rounds glided through the air towards the pelican.
The pilot saw his hud lighting up signaling projectile in bound. He grinded his teeth and tightened his grip on the wheel. He shifted the craft and increased the engines has swerved up the rounds arcing below the craft back to the ground. The pilot then let out a sigh of relief.
"Gotta love peace time." Joked Clarkson.
It had indeed been stated that the human covenant war had ended. That infact only a few cells of extremists were all that remained. That this was the most peaceful time in the galaxy. While certainly the game had changed as now it was now a joint Swords of Sanghelios and UNSC effort to crush these 'few' terrorist cells.
"At least we're not the ones getting raided and murdered any more." Said Angelika, "I think it's a fair change."
Thraze went silent. He figured it was best not to speak about the great war. And politics greatly bored. It was only a prefix for killing the part he was good at.
"No," Michael snapped, "If anybody from the media asks. The warlord was armed and offered resistance forcing us to shoot him twice in the head. Understand."
The homefront wouldn't understand the justification for targeted killings. Even though it was against an alien. The media could spin it as active UNSC kill team and that would create controversy and worry it would be used against citizens of the state. In truth the Sangheili warlord most definitely was not going to surrender and had an energy sword on his person.
Michael 016 was no cop. He wasn't going to tell freeze! Or weapon on the ground now! No this was war if the warlord wanted to surrender he should've made that clear before the raid.
A sharp bang cracked. The ship itself shook violently. Everyone stared at one another.
"What the hell?" Said Shingen, "Pilot what's going on."
"It seems those bastards don't want to let us leave their directing attack on the Boundless. We've been caught in the middle. Don't panic I know the fighter pilots they'll keep the blue boys off."
"Well if they dont we're not exactly going to be able to complain about now are we." Said Clarkson.
On board the UNSC supercarrier boundless Captain Scipio Margrave looked outside his bridge. They were under attack from four battleships and a super carrier. They had only been accompanied by two battleships one of which was heavily damaged and under evacuation.
"Damn it this was supposed to be covert. How the hell did they know we were out here. Most of the fucking navy was kept in the dark." Yelled the admiral.
"Well, their must've been a leak." Said Octavian Parker.
Octavian was apart of the Orion program. Making him a big man wearing a big tactical vest.
"Sir!" Shouted an ensign, "Fire team Nova Storm's back on board."
"Good fire off the hyperion missiles then get us the hell out of here!" Scipio ordered.
The hyperion missiles shot from their silos colliding with two of the battleships. A bright white light shined as both warships were destroyed.
The technicians worked frantically as they plotted a new course. The ship began turning ready to fire off into slip space. The battleship next to them had sparks cracking all over its hall as it finally gave in to the plasma fire and went up.
One of the technicians monitored the overall damage to the ship.
"Sir we're still taking fire are you sure you want us to-"
"FUCKING DO IT."
The slip engine drive began to fire up. This happened right as two missiles flew from the super carrier. One struck going off finishing whatever was left of the shield. The second struck and exploded right when the jump happened.
Inside the fire time was thrown to the wall from the impact as the jump happened. They all hit the ground on their backs as did several of the crew inside the hanger.
Michael got himself up his teeth had grinded together during the impact.
"This day just never ends."
Back on the bridge bright red lights flashed as a siren blared. One of the technicians stood up getting the Admiral's attention.
"Sir the engines taken extensive damage we're about to be ripped from slipspace!"
Before the Captain could even utter shit everyone felt as if they were jerked forward. The ship found itself in front of a big blade starless void. The ship floating faster and faster towards in an uncountable fashion. Everyone was thrown all over the place.
"What the hell is happening!" Shouted the Admiral.
"We jumped right in front of some kind of anomaly I think it's a wormhole. We're about to be dragged into it. Apparently it has a gravitational pull!" The same technician shouted.
"Are we going to live?" Questioned the Admiral.
"I dont know."
In the hangar Michael found himself thrown against a wall. A pelican flying towards him. Then the shipped flipped in a circle and he was thrown towards the ship. He could hear screaming from all over the hanger as then everything was hauled in another direction.
He saw his hands vibrating as his fingers split into twenty most of them looked near holographic. He looked around and this effect seemed to be happening to everything around. An ache began forming in his head and steadily growing stronger and stronger. He wanted to scream.
Maybe he was screaming but that was impossible to hear as a monstrous ring grew louder and louder and louder till it was the only thing anyone could hear. Then everything shifted to a white haze.
The ship was thrusted out of nothing. Holes were scattered about. Crew members tried screaming as they were immediately sucked into space.
On the bridge the Captain was face down on the floor. He put his hands next to him in push up form getting himself up. He brought one of his hands up to his broken nose.
Alarms were going off and people were scattered all over the bridge like a tornado had just gone through the place. The Captain looked to find Octavian sitting against the wall painted.
"What, the fuck, just happened?" He Questioned.
"We were pulled through the wormhole." Said the technician walking over.
Captain Scipio Margrave made a habit of memorizing names. This man was Lieutenant Andrew Parker.
"Parker where the hell are we."
"Sir who knows, we could be near earth. We could be near in 1945. We could quite possibly be in a whole different galaxy if not dimension all together."
The Captain took a few seconds to exhale two deep breaths.
"Well shit," Said Margrave, "Can we go back through the wormhole?"
"Its gone, it may have been a one way door sir. Wherever we are we're stuck here."
"There at least a planet nearby?"
"Yes sir."
The Captain nodded. Blood now consumed his hand.
"Find something that can fly and I want Octavian to take Nova Storm planetside see if they can get help. I'm going down to medical bay if it's still intact."
Michael took several deep breaths as he found himself on his back. His hands and legs spread apart like a snow angel.
He heard the crisp release of air as the door on the pelican opened. It curved up being flipped upside down. He saw Wilder strolled out.
"Guys the M16s still alive." Wilder said.
Micheal sat up responding to his nickname. The M16 everyone called him that since boot camp. M for Michael and the 16 for Sierra 016. That comprised the same letters of a gun often associated with the long gone but historical American military.
"So I see you managed to get yourself in the safety of a pelican and decided to abandon you're appointed leader." Said Michael on a rather calm fashion.
"Not gonna lie we assumed you had been crushed." Admitted Clarkson.
"Well that's just great," said Michael, "Let's head to bridge to find out what the fuck happened."
By the time they got to the bridge everything was back in order. Most of the technicians had returned to their positions trying to find their current position. Others had been sent to med bay for injuries.
Michael spotted Octavian talking to one of the ODSTs.
"Octavian! What the hell happened?" He yelled as he approached.
His big muscular mjolnir armour caught eyes from the crew as marched forward. Octavian turned to face him.
"We were sucked through some kind of worm whole." Octavian replied, "Infact before we was sent to medway, Margrave instructed me to collect you to go investigate the planet that's not to far off from our location. You can actually see it from here if you look through the viewpoint."
Michael was at a loss for words as Octavian walked past him about to leave the bridge. The Spartan two simply stood their baffled by what was going on. What did he mean sucked through a wormhole? And what world were they near that required assistance from Nova Storm an outfit branded by ONI a hunter-killer team.
"Didn't you hear me, we've got to move," Octavian said, "Gees what's with the hesitation, I'd figure you boys would want to get a peek at your new home."
