Chapter 1

A/N: Hello everyone it's your friendly underground devil Diablo here, I'm writing my second fic, so be nice, This pairing if you haven't discovered already is between a SPARTAN III female one of a few left before the Master Chief went MIA (or rather MIAS (Missing in a ship)) and a sangheilli female. Any reviews are welcome just no flames. I own not even my mind. Only these two and the computer with a basic way to do things.

BUNGIE CONTROLS ALL!

NOT SUITED FOR CHILDREN

(It still won't stop you)

Let's get the show on the road

(!) Means I made it up

Shattered glass

A lone, armoured clad warrioress, stalked down the corridor. Looking as If she was stalking her prey, though, she was brought up from a tiny age in the SPARTAN program. Her light blue and red striped MJOLNIR armour fitting her form perfectly. Giving her a powerful and devastating feel as she lightly passed row upon row of crosses and intersections of the UNSC Battle Priestess (!). Her hand holding onto her carbine she liked to take around with her, a battle rifle by her side. It had been only a few seconds earlier, the whole ship went silent.

Not even a word. She felt something slightly amiss here. She could smell it. Grunts, Brutes and Elites, or Unggoy, something or other and Sangheilli. They called themselves strange names. Who was to judge? After about two minutes of looking around her room and surrounding offices, she saw things that couldn't have been possible in the space of the time she actually was in her room (which was only about two and a half minutes mind you).

She saw row upon row of dead marines and privates. All with second-degree plasma burns. The type from plasma rifles and energy swords. Designed to do tremendous damage without letting their enemy bleed.

This was an inside job.

Warriors of the marines strewn across the battlefield. Not a single enemy in sight. This is awfully odd she asked to herself. Her HUD showing the surrounding areas in a pulsar scan. At the moment, she wasn't heading in any direction in particular. Until she realised a sign saying ARMOURY -. A plasma scorch along the O and RY making it become ARM-U- - .

There was more battle scars down here than anywhere she had been previously. She steeled herself for any enemy sounds or commotions, as she turned into the bay, she saw marines piled roof-high. Most were dead. But luckily she saw movement halfway up. A downed marine trying to push his way out of the tower of bodies. She moved her way towards the downed marine and suddenly sees his helmet fall off and his body become limp. She dived to the side, behind a rack of SPARTAN lasers. Irony, a SPARTAN hiding behind a make of their own weapons.

The woman snuck a glimpse around the room. Still no movement, until a shimmer passed by, Elites were stealthed. Cowards, Fight like an alien and face a demon she mocked them in her mind. She proceeded to stalk around the room to the other side of the room, making sure the shimmers were all in sight and not too far away.

Once she reached the far side, she looked back and saw they had started to burn the bodies. A couple of screams from inside the pile broke the awkward silence. At that, her rage unleashed itself. She pulled a gravity hammer off of the rack that she was heading to and rushed straight at the nearest blur of air and smacked it straight in the head. The being crumpled, disengaging his cloak signalling he had died, She let out an almighty roar as she ran at another, doing the same as last time. It was too late for it to notice until the massive oversized club came at the back of its head. Killing it instantly.

At this point, the rest of the Elites had noticed the sudden demon killing the two warriors and turned to this new threat, they all disengaged their cloak and shown their numbers. Christ. She thought, Seeing the many Sangheilli, about thirty in number, surround her. She knew it was only a matter of time before she either ran out of charge and bullets and luckily, the picked the worst place for Elite to start a murderous bonfire. She dropped the grav hammer and pulled out her battle rifle.

She took a few shots at the closest Elite, Killing him on the third round, swivelling around popping caps into each Elite's head taking a good half dozen with her. After the whole clip ran out, she didn't have time to reload so she pulled out the carbine and gave the Elites a bit of irony. Taking in total another half dozen before they even realized they were losing a lot in the number.

The longer she delayed, the less screams she heard within the grotesque body pile. After expelling all the ammo in her carbine. She reached down and grabbed the hammer she only just dropped and muttered underneath her breath "Let's dance," The Sangheilli drew their energy swords in a dazzling display of blue and purple hissing plasma. If she were to die, she would go down the SPARTAN way. Overkill is the least she can give them.

As soon as she looked at a smaller Elite, Nothing like the ones around it, it moved forward and started to speak in their tongue to all the others around the demon. Possibly judging which way to kill her, quick, slow, torturous or even take her as a POW. She hopefully their reputation upholds them as bloodthirsty killers. She wasn't disappointed as larger, purple clad Elites jumped her from behind. Giving them the roundhouse kick of their life, sending the trio of fighters back to where they stood.

Now, It was just a stare down, Who would submit first? The SPARTAN thought to hit the grav hammer into the floor as hard as possible to distort the Elites, but acted against it. The Shorter red and purple Elite stepped forward. They both poised to strike, but, unlike its brethren, it talked in the human language. Cold and menacing, yet, something about that voice had a sort of feminine click to it. Literally "You shall come with us, Demon or suffer a fate worse than your Gods can even think of," as these words came out, something within this warrior seemed to appeal to the SPARTAN so much that she actually thought of giving up.

But that wasn't the Human way. "I see you have learnt our tongue. Elite," Spitting out the word as if it were poison. She couldn't think of anything better at that moment. She had three choices: Stay and fight last stand mode, Obey and let the Elites do whatever they intend or Give her the verbal massacre of a lifetime eventually ending up with her dying. None seemed to appeal to her, so she chose the third. "I see you have also learnt of how dangerous we are otherwise that bullshit of submitting to you wouldn't have been expressed so," She eyed the curious Sangheilli as she stepped forward closer and closer. Grav hammer ready if anything funny were to happen.

But nothing happened. Literally.

The Elites stood there waiting her reply, eighteen left standing after her initial trigger finger went spasm. She looked at the… thing in front of her. There is no way out, better go out with a… after her thought died away to impulsiveness, she slammed the grav hammer, expending the rest of its charge into the ground. Giving the elites a startle and lose their footing. Dropping the grav hammer, she ran for the entrance she came from, thinking it was unlocked; she ran head first into the door. It did hurt her a little bit, seeing as a perfectly good door had a needler round poking out of the locking mechanism meaning that it was locked.

She then knew her options went from three to two, to one. Oh well, better go out like a covenant battleship being hit by a seventy-five giga tonne thermo nuke. She reached for her battle rifle, limp by her side, she reached it up and shot at the recovered small Elite. After a dull click, she realised that she hadn't reloaded. She used a couple of choice words that even god would have admired in her predicament. She threw it down and went into knife and energy sword melee.

"Let's get this over with shall we?" She exclaimed heartlessly. The redish-purple Covenant psychopath looked at its brethren and clicked a couple of times, either telling them to back down or kill her with no mercy, possibly the second. All the Elites ran at her with speeds that speedy gon zalez would have envied. And let the battle commence.

With a battle cry both sides (minus the 's') lunged at each other, She was doing really well until her shields were depleted. Holy SHIT! That was FAST! With another couple of blows between the two civilisations, the demon was backed into a corner. She had lost her helmet in the fray. Her pale skin and blonde hair falling behind her. She heard a couple of gasps from the Elites as if they thought she would be machine or beast, not an actual human underneath. At that the smaller, yet still taller than the SPARTAN, Elite looked at its comrades and clicked in a tone of power. She was definitely the leader. After a few more clicks, one of them set something on their Plasma Rifle, pulled it up, still standing far from me, he sent a barrage of the hot gunk and her.

Even a SPARTAN like the Master Chief couldn't even dodge that. One of them hit her in the chest, Black spots gathering around her eyes, fighting back the wooziness and weakness; she lunged at a Sangheilli and before she even reached the eight foot beings the seven foot leader shot a similar, yet more powerful shot into her side.

Instantly knocking her out.

This is the journey of SPARTAN-146/Alaina

and how she found love in the most unlikely of places