Hero's Comeback

"Chief? Chief? WAKE UP!"

John-117, famously known as the Master Chief, opened his eyes to see the face of an old friend of his: Cortana.

Wait...FACE?

"Cortana..."

Her holographic body was life size, rather then 1/10th.

"Knew that'd would get your attention."

"How long?"

"If you can believe it, six months."

The Chief got out of the cryotube.

"You're right. I don't believe it. But I'm not going to bother arguing with you. You're normally right."

John pulled out his trusty MA5C assault rifle from beside the tube.

"The Dawn's not in a stable orbit. Grab yourself some weapons and get to the docking bay. We've still got a pair of Pelicans."

"Anything else I should know?"

"I can't find any UNSC signals, and there's no sign of any of the orbital defense platforms. In fact, the only satellites in orbit are communications ones, and they're not at UNSC standards, either."

The Chief found an M6D PDW and holstered it.

"Just means I'm in unknown territory...again."

"That's my Chief. Me, inside your head, now."

Cortana touched John's MOLNJIR-VII armor and transferred into his armor.

"Grab everything and get to the bay. We'll fall into the atmosphere in 2 hours. Then, I hope your luck holds out."

"I'll only need one hour."

John navigated the crippled frigate like a professional.

The armory was still full of weapons, and he'd need them all.

He took everything in the armory, UNSC or Covenant, and got them to the Pelican bay.

"15 minutes. That was fast."

"We have a Warthog on board, don't we?"

"Three and two tanks."

"Make that one."

"No, still two. The third fell out over the Ark. Taking them with us?"

"Having heavy armor's a good idea."

"Chief, get your spare MOLNJIR. It's in the other armory."

"Got it."

John got to the port side armory, and found the spare set.

He piled it all into the Warthog and drove it to the bay.

"Oh, shit."

"What?"

"We're speeding up. Earth's gravity is pulling us down."

"Just means I'll have to go faster."

The Warthog landed in the Pelican. Hooking the tank up wasn't easy, but it had been done. "Where are we going to hit?"

"Asia; Japan, by the look of things. It's going to be a hard landing!"

"Where in Japan?"

"Tokyo Bay!"

The Dawn stopped heating up and hit the ground. The Pelican dropped into earth, inside the subway system.

"Hard landing, my ass." "John, did you see that?"

"I did. Tokyo looks nothing like what we just saw."

"You think? I've got contacts: all attacking civilians!"

"The players have changed, but not their roles. Not on my watch."

The Chief pulled out an SRS-99D.

"That's a little overkill, isn't-oh, screw it. Just take them out."

"This isn't overkill."

The Chief found his favorite weapon for close encounters of the Covenant kind: the M90A CAWS.

"This is overkill."

Several hundred meters away

Lelouch vi Britannia (alias Lelouch Lamperouge) fell on his ass when what looked like a huge meteor crashed into the ghetto.

He quickly got up as a Sutherland entered the warehouse.

The Royal Guard was dead at his feet, and so was the girl who gave him this power of Absolute Obedience, which he quickly coined 'Geass', as a corruption of Geas or Geis, which meant 'contract' in Celtic.

"What happened here? And what's a Britannian student like you doing here? Answer me!"

Lelouch wasn't intimidated.

He had dealt with his father 8 years earlier and became very good at dealing with sudden death situations.

The Sutherland pilot fired around him, making a lot of holes in the metal.

"Answer me!"

Lelouch activated his Geass without thinking about it.

"Get out of there this instant!"

"Who do you think you are?"

'Shit! It only works with direct eye contact. Good thing I can act.'

"My name is Alan Spacer. I'm the duke's son."

'Britannian firewalls suck.' "Royalty?"

"I've got an ID card in my breast pocket. After you confirm my identity, I'd like to request your protection."

The pilot, Viletta Nu, got out of the KMF, .45 ACP handgun in hand.

"I'll take your ID card out of your pocket."

'Dumbass.'

She was no longer safe from Geass, so...

"Give me your Knightmare!"

Her eyes gained a red trim, just like the Royal Guard, and she flipped her gun around to give to Lelouch.

"Very well. The code is XG2-ID2D4."

In the ghetto

"We're being followed."

"I know."

The Chief turned around and saw a squad of soldiers in a mockery of MOLNJIR armor.

"So, care to explain why you're following me?"

They opened fire with their weak 7.92mm weapons.

"Chief, the damage to your shields isn't even registering."

"Well, that's a good thing."

He pointed his MA5C at the idiots, and opened fire.

They were slaughtered with ease.

All but one were dead, and the Chief wanted answers.

"Where am I?"

"A-Area 11, in the S-Shinjuku Ghetto!"

"Why are you killing the people here?"

"Come on, they're just Elevens! Barely people!"

John broke his arm.

"Answer my questions before I run out of bones to break!"

"Orders from H-His Highness P-Prince Clovis!"

"What's the year?"

"Oh, come on..."

The other arm snapped like a twig.

"Ascension Throne Britannia 2017! Please, stop!"

John finally just knocked him out.

"I've been searching the radio freqs, Chief. The local resistance movement just started taking orders from someone in one of those things called Sutherlands."

"Well, it looks like I'm on either side of this war."

He ran up a flight of stairs in one of the decaying buildings.

"I think the resistance just got an upgrade."

"Those are Sutherlands?"

"The red one's a Glasgow, an older model. I think we should hijack one of those Sutherlands."

Then a Sutherland appeared just in front of them.

"Shit!"

"What the hell?"

John jumped on the Sutherland and Cortana opened the hatch.

The pilot of the Knightmare didn't stand a chance as he was soon pulled out of his KMF.

The green armored giant picked him up.

"Don't kill me! I was just following orders! I don't even like killing people!"

"Then stay the hell out of that machine. I'll let you go, but if I see you piloting a machine like this ever again..."

"I'm quitting the Army! I'll work with the resistance! Please let me down!"

"All right."

He put the man down and he ran off.

The Chief hopped into the KMF, and Cortana hacked the controls.

"Like driving a Warthog."

"A Warthog is easier to drive."

"I learn quickly."

The Chief was right.

He learned how to drive a Hornet with ease, and this wouldn't be any harder.

After all, the controls were the same.

He released the rocket anchors called Slash Harkens, and dropped to the ground.

"Cortana, can you find the command of the resistance?"

"2.5 kilometers to the left, Chief. What's the plan?"

"We keep him safe. And you get to control the Sutherland."

"Good thing you've got spare electronics. This thing's advanced and primitive at the same time!"

The Chief climbed up the building, and got out.

His Covenant Beam Rifle, magnetically stuck to his back, was unslung, and he took aim at the Sutherland.

"Chief, we've got problems. Looks like the assholes-the Britannians-just deployed a prototype KMF." "KMF?"

"Knightmare Frame. Z-01 Lancelot. It's got some type of energy shielding."

"Great. A larger version of me."

"It's arm mounted, and inferior to your shields, but still deadly."

"Good thing I brought the Beam Rifle, then."

"Oh, boy."

Nearby

"Sergei, are you sure?"

"He's in that Sutherland, Marie! Relax!"

Former Knight of Ten Marie Darwin looked through her sniper rifle at the troop movements of the resistance.

"You're right; Lelouch is commanding them."

"Never doubt the Wild Dog of Russia, eh?"

Her CO-honorary, of course-was former Knight of Seven Sergei Alexander, considered to be the best tactician since Schneizel el Britannia.

"Uh-oh. Looks like Lloyd's finally got the chance to deploy the Lancelot."

"Relax. I've still got that anti-KMF rocket launcher. All I need is one shot."

"He's getting close to Lelouch!"

"Got him!"

Back with the Chief

"He's at the commander, Chief!"

John smirked.

"One shot, one kill."

He fired, hitting the Lancelot.

With Lelouch

The KMF that was ruining Lelouch's day was finally taken down by a purple beam of energy, cutting off the left arm and destroying the head.

Lelouch said it best when he said "What the hell was that?"

Camelot research vehicle

Lloyd and Cecile gaped as Lancelot's head and arm were cut off.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"

With Suzaku

Suzaku was screaming his ass off.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? WHAT JUST HIT ME?"

With Sergei

"What the hell was that?"

He pointed his anti-KMF rocket launcher at the Lancelot.

The rocket connected with the Lancelot's right leg, and the 7th Gen KMF was forced to retreat.

The Landspinners were damaged, and the Lancelot moved slowly, like a man with a limp.

"That was interesting."

Three days later

The Chief and Cortana were busy modifying the Sutherland they captured with UNSC technology and weapons.

Capturing the Lancelot's left arm was a boon, as Cortana was modifying it to the Sutherland's frame.

Still, the technology was barely 21st century, and even with UNSC tech, the Sutherland wasn't much better.

"Chief, this thing needs better equipment then what we've got."

"The Dawn crash landed in the ocean, right?"

"We could use the Pelican to salvage parts from the Dawn, but that's risky."

"It's better then working with sub-standard equipment."

Cortana chuckled.

"True."

"I'm renaming the Sutherland. It doesn't fit with the UNSC stuff we've put into it."

"What'll you call it?"

John smirked.

It had to be him, of all people.

"The Johnson."

"After Sergeant Major Johnson? Then again, he'd kill for this thing."

"It's a fitting name. He lasted, and so will this thing."

"After we're done? Damn straight."

3 months of writers block on this sucks massively.

But then again, I've never written anything like this before: I'm more screwing timelines over a rewriting them.

The Britannians don't stand a chance against the Chief or his new KMF.

Next Time on Hero's Comeback: The Master Chief meets with the future Order of the Black Knights.

Ja Ne!