Disclaimer: Thank you for taking the time to read my first attempt at fan fiction. So who the hell am I? I'm a 25 year old Paramedic (heads up, you might see some medical terminology) who is a crazy Halo fan. Been a Halo fan since Halo CE came out back in 01'. I've read all the Halo novels and played every Halo game since than! Basically I'm an OG Halo Lore fan. I'm no noobie to the universe! I was inspired to create this Halo / Doom crossover after watching a play through of Doom 3 on YouTube and it had me thinking. Who could take on the evils of Hell? The Master fucking Chief and Blue Team. Enough of me, enjoy the read!
Chapter 1
Halo Doom
November 27th, 2560
Sol System, Planet Mars
Mars City, Delta Labs
2200 Hours
Why didn't I report this sooner?
Thought ONI Special Agent Elliott Swan as he punched in door codes to the COMM room.
Whispers.
Swan glanced back, his hand steady on his sidearm at the waist.
"Fuck." He muttered
For the last several weeks, Swan was sent in undercover to gather intel on the Union Aerospace Corporation. With specific priority one observance on Dr. Malcolm Betruger, the director of research. Reasons unknown, multiple cases of missing personnel reports have been filed and the civilian government haven't caught on. Maybe because they're too busy handling the damage the AI Cortana caused. However, this raised a red flag with the Office of Naval Intelligence and ONI doesn't like being left out on secrets, especially when the good old Doctor had ties with the United Rebel Front.
"Access granted." The door slid open and Swan ran in with pistol drawn.
"Clear.. Thank god." After placing his weapon back into his holster. He got onto the computer quickly and brought up communications to the ONI HQ on Earth.
SECURITY CLEARANCE REVOKED
Swan stared blankly at the screen. "God damn it!"
Compromised. The Doctor was onto him.
Agent Swan was poking his nose around the complex. Interviewing employees, medical staff, and UNSC Marines stationed at Mars City. Morale was down, nausea and insomnia spread among the civilians like wildfire, and reports of mysterious noises have been heard deep down in the labs. One of the Marines Swan had talked to said "Like damn monsters hiding in the shadows.. Ready to pounce." Tensions were definitely high.
This week Swan finally managed to gain access on Betruger's files.
What he discovered. What his plans intended. What he was going to do.
No. Agent Swan had to warn Earth, or die trying.
Swan opened his personal communique and sent an encrypted message to his buddy in Naval Special Warfare Command. Someone that owed him a favor, that grew up with him, who he respected and trusted. Senior Chief Petty Officer Denzel Washington. If one man can help him, it would be Wash.
To: SCPO Washington
From: Swan
WASH. PULLING THAT FAVOR. MARS OP COMPROMISED. THINGS ARE GOING SOUTH. GO TO HOOD.
AUTHORITY CODE: DOOM 3
SEND SPARTANS.
Swan sent the message twice and deleted his login entry to make sure nobody knew he was here. Time to bug out.
"Mr. Swan. Or should I say Special Agent Swan?"
Dr. Betruger was behind him.
"How the hell-" Swan started.
But Dr. Betruger cut him off. "Trying to let your friends at ONI know what I am trying to accomplish here? It's useless! I revoked your clearance."
Good. He doesn't know I got my message out. Swan slowly reached for his gun. "You're insane! My superiors will know something is wrong if I don't report in."
Betruger laughed. "You fool. They'll just send another agent and by that time it'll be over. You aren't going anywhere."
Teeth. That was the last thing Special Agent Elliot Swan saw.
Very sharp teeth.