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Military time and date: 1723 hours, 21st September, 2552

There was a chill that seemed to seep all the way to his bones, despite the thermals he wore. It wasn't cold, but if he had nothing to do or focus on, it seemed to always drift back into his mind

Corporeal Ethan Maze shivered again. It was about half as cold as Harvest had been. But Harvest had been in the middle of winter, whereas here, it looked like spring or early autumn. It was something his squad had noticed since touching down on this unknown land.

A few hours ago, Ethan and the five other members of his squad, Echo-Seven watched the space battle through the various monitors placed around the ship and had whooped when the Covenant ship had been destroyed, by the Spirit of Fire of all things! Everyone knew that the Spirit was meant for ground-support and was hardly armed enough to take on any Covenant ship, let alone a Destroyer.

Within 10 minutes later, they'd received orders to get ready to deploy along with most, if not all the Marine Corps and the ODST.

They were to deploy to help set up four permanent bases and HQ, which would be right next to the lake the Spirit was landing in. The bases will be placed elsewhere, covering the ground approaches to the Spirit.

The ODSTS were being deployed towards the crash site of UNSC Running Riot to rescue any survivors and secure all UNSC assets and equipment aboard.

Then, at 1615 hours, his squad had been ordered to scout and patrol an area to the south of the newly constructed Charlie base. The higher ups seemed to believe there may be some locals within the vicinity of the bases. If any are found, they were to make contact and establish some kind of relations.

He looked down at his digital watch, and then got up; holding onto his assault rifle with both hands, giving it a brief look over to make sure it was loaded and ready.

"Right, break times over men."

"And women" added Private Moyna Safire, getting up along with the rest of the squad, her tall form towering over him by half a head.

Ethan rolled his eyes and did not deign to give a response.

"Final leg, then we head back to base for some chow and rest. Private Safire, you're on point. Move out."

Private Safire checked her DMR, the looked at her Tac-pad strapped onto her left wrist to get her bearings before setting off in the direction they had been going. Ethan watched the remaining members of Echo-Seven follow in suite, before joining, third from last.

All he'd seen so far is wildlife, like deers, rabbits and birds. He hoped the rest of patrol went as peacefully as it had up till now.

His hand shook slightly, but his left hand held firm on the smooth wooden bow, as the fingers of his right held back the string, an arrow nocked.

Father was next to him, watching him and his target, a deer that they spotted whilst hunting for rabbits, moments after the sky turned dark twice, and then a great thundering shake so strong that it knocked them both over their feet.

He wanted to go home after that rumble, but Father refused, saying "We need to get supper and that deer fur could be useful, maybe fetch a couple stags"

The deer was in his sight, it's head bent low eating…something, so he breathed in, preparing release the string when there was a sudden crack of a twig. That twig snapping distracted him for a moment and the deer pranced away in alarm.

He had also turned towards the sound and his fingers slipped, Father shouting "No!" as the arrow flew free towards some figures in the woods.

A twang and a shout was all the warning Ethan got before he felt something hit him in the left bicep, knocking him on his ass, his assault rifle still gripped in his hands.

"Man down, where did that come from?"

"Two contacts over there on the left"

Ethan had looked and seen that it was a man and a boy as he was closest to them. He lurched into activity, shouting "Stand down!" whilst gripping a private's shotgun near him and shoving it down.

"Don't fire, that's an order! It's just a pair of civilians" he said loudly, positioning himself in front of the man and boy dressed in a patchwork of various clothing and fur, facing his squad. He then turned around to be startled by what he saw.

The man positioned himself in front a boy of eight or nine years old (still clutching a bow in his hand) before getting on his knees and practically pleading:

"I'm sorry ser! My b-boy, it was an accident milord, please! Don't hurt my boy! I can pay, just don't hurt my boy! Mercy! Mercy! "

The Corporeal made a decision and took off his helmet, tucked it under his left arm, let go of his rifle to let it hang by its sling and gripping the man by his elbows gently before lifting him up.

"Don't worry, we're not going to hurt you or make you pay anything. I am Corporeal Maze of the UNSC Spirit of Fire." He said, keeping eye contact with the man and keeping a friendly expression. Judging by the man's look of confusion, he assumed that the stranger didn't know anything about the UNSC. He glanced at his left shoulder, but apart from a tiny dent on his shoulder plate, nothing else. He turned back to the stranger.

"No harm done, we just want any information about this place we've ended up in."

The man licked his mouth nervously, eyes glancing at the other members of Echo-Seven as if he'd never seen them before. He opened his mouth "Well, first thing is, you're in the North, which is ruled by House Stark since the Age of Heroes and are Lord paramount and Warden of the North. Their banner is of a grey Direwolf."

Ethan took out his datapad and asked the man to show him where the North is on the satellite map, taken before the Spirit landed. The man's eyes grew wide at the device, but quickly focused on the map.

"About this entire bit here," he whispered his fingers going around the edges around a third of the continent

"And the rest of here and here?" Ethan asked, gesturing at the northern and southern parts of the continent as well as the other continent.

"This" pointing at the northern region "is the edge of the world, where wildings dwell. And here" pointing at the southern section "is the other six kingdoms of Westeros. All of it and the North are ruled by King Robert Baratheon."

"That's where the free cities and slavers bay is!" The boy burst out, startling both the man and Ethan himself, completely forgetting he was there.

"Ethan, stay silent!" The man barked at him, making the child's head go down.

"Ethan, eh? My name's Ethan too, Ethan Maze."

The child's head looked back up, eyes bright as he said "Really?"

Ethan smiled back, "Really." Turning over to the man, "Well, thank you for your help, we'll let you go back to whatever you were doing, just don't shoot me again, alright?" looking back at the boy, who looked away, his face pink with embarrassment.

"Thank you…?" his hand extended to the man.

"Osrik, of House Glover" taking his hand and giving a firm but slightly enthusiastic shake

"We'll see again, I'm sure. You'll probably see some of our other squads around" Without another word, Ethan turned around, putting on his helmet and grabbing his rifle with both hands. "Let's move out Echo!"

Both Father and son watched as the 6 strangest people they had ever encountered, walked off, a few even waving at his son, who waved back excitedly, until they went out of sight, which is when his son said something.

"Father, who are they? Are they here to stay?"

"I don't really know myself, son."

"I hope they stay, they were nice. Even when I hit one of them with a arrow."

"You have a point there. They didn't even get angry or try to hurt you. Or even ask for any money. That's very rare, Ethan. But their armour and clothes is so strange and those things they're holding is unlike anything I've ever seen. I don't like it Ethan, this could be bad news. Let's go to the keep and tell Lord Glover about this."

Military time and date: 1330 hours, 22nd September, 2552

The large banners of Stark, Baratheon and Lannister waved lazily, as a column of just over 400 men on horseback trotted along the worn out road that led to Castle Black in the forest called Wolfswood, just north of Winterfell. They had left at dawn, bleary eyed, cold and some hungover from the feast the night before. They had travelled about 20 miles into the Wolfswood, the foliage and shadows making it difficult to see anything further 100 metres.

The day before was on everyone's mind, as nobody in their lifetime or even their ancestors had bear witness to a more supernatural and mysterious event. The more religious and superstitious thought it was a sign of the Gods or perhaps even the Gods themselves. The foolish thought it was the dragons, coming to avenge House Targaryen.

Robert wanted to leave immediately after the "Clash of Titans" (as some commoner called it) to see what it is, but Ned persuaded him not to, as they had no idea if it had landed and where. Just after he'd said it, there was a jar-shaking rumble, as if it had heard him say it. Later, in the afternoon, just when things were returning back to normal, a raven from Last Hearth and Deepwood Motte arrived.

The message reported a scout seeing a grey fortress smash into the mountains just west of them with a force that shook them to their bones, even a few houses collapsing. The second part of the message was more concerning than the first; a greater fortress that was bigger than even the Last Hearth flew over the woodland like a ship would in water, then lowered itself west of the Lonely Hills and had seen a constant flow of smaller fortresses coming up, fly to another point and sinking again.

As Lord Paramount and Warden of the North, Lord Eddard Stark decided, as his duty and honour demanded, to lead a party of his own and sent ravens out to the other houses to rally their bannermen, but not to enter the Wolfswood unless they don't hear from them in five days time. Robert also accompanied him, as he insisted "You followed me into two wars Ned, I'll come with you on this one, can't have my next hand die before you even set foot into Kingslanding" and "This might be even more fun than boar hunting".

During the feast, there were many more ravens from the Last Hearth, Deepwood Motte and various watchtowers within Wolfswood reporting sounds of grinding, loud winds, growls and whines that sounded like anything they had ever heard of and that some commoners had met figures carrying queer objects moving around within. House Glover and House Umber wanted to gather their banner men and march into the forest to see what was going on.

Jon Snow glanced around again, as did a few others, as he looked to see among all the trees, bushes and grass for a sight of the mystery invaders. Ever since they entered the woods, they had a feeling of being watched and every so often, he could've sworn he'd seen a bush or a branch move. The darkness fed their paranoia, as shapes, shadows and silhouettes changed and altered as they went past.

However, in the last half hour, the feeling had grown tenfold, as if there were things watching him everywhere. No matter where he looked, all he saw was grass, bush and low hanging branches. One man in front of Jon, a Baratheon, even let loose an arrow off ahead to the right, which went into the bush and out into the distance. When no cries were heard and nobody saw anything move, he started crying out that he'd seen something.

"I swear my lord, I saw that bush move!"

Robert personally went over to the man…and cuffed him so hard he'd fallen off his horse.

"You fool! Get a hold of yourself or I will make you walk all the way back to Winterfell! Alone!"

"Y-y-yes, Your Grace" the man mumbled on his knees, head down in embarrassment. He didn't move a muscle until Robert had galloped back to the front of the column where his Kingsguard were, with Ser Jaime Lannister on one side and Lord Stark on the other.

"You two feel it too right? Like somethings watching us?" Jon Snow whispered towards his half-brother, Rob and his Father's ward, Theon Greyjoy.

"Maybe it's just what happened yesterday that's getting us all paranoid. If there was something, we'd have seen it by now. It's not like 400 men can all miss the same thing. Why, are you afraid Snow?" taunted Theon, his eyes and smirk making Jon want to hit him so hard that he fell off his horse, like the king had that Baratheon banneman.

Rob and Theon sniggered at his scowl, before Rob straightened his face before saying to Jon

"He's got a point. We've been through these woods a hundred times, but something here is different. I can't put my finger on it," squinting to the left at the various bushes, his eyebrows scrunched together.

"If the worst comes, we'll just fight them" stated in an overly confident manner.

"But what if it's a trap? We should leave here before it's too late" replied Jon, glancing back at the way they came, where the other half of the column was marching along.

The other two glanced back as well, but said nothing back.

50 Metres from the road, lying on the uneven cold dirt, was Corporeal Maze, slowly breathing in and out, trying to slow down his rapid heartbeat. He'd nearly open fired when that arrow came. Thankfully, he held back as it soared a foot over him and landed behind him.

There had been no warning, no sign they'd been spotted when that archer let loose that stray arrow. That's the second damn arrow that's nearly hit me, although not as close as the first he thought to himself. Although if they keep ending up missing further and further, that will be fine by me.

However he'd nearly burst out laughing, compromising the whole mission when he saw a fat ass man clopping up towards the archer, before smacking him off his horse.

Beside him on both sides, just within his peripheral, he could see several of his team mates restraining their laughs as well, their face probably red if he dared to move his head to look at them. But he didn't, instead he observed these living historical replicas ride past.

He'd seen them in his childhood, on TV and even proclaiming to his parents that he wanted to be a knight when he was older. His parents laughed but shook their head, saying knights were a thing of the past. He was so heartbroken that day, he remembered fondly.

In his head, he shook his head of these cobweb thoughts. Any moment now…

Military time and date: 1345 hours, 22nd September, 2552

500 metres away, on a bend out of sight of incoming armoured column, was Second Lieutenant Alice Deschner, dressed in full black ODST gear except her helmet, which was tucked under her left arm. She was only armed with a sidearm (the ODST variant, of course) in her right holster. She stood behind a warthog (positioned in the middle of the muddy path), along with five fellow ODSTs, armed with assault rifles, shotguns, pistols and grenades in case things went south and they had to defend themselves.

She'd never done anything like this in all her life, not even after four years of service with the UNSC Marine Corps and two with the ODST, had done anything of significance that separates her from her fellow officers. General Pottes had personally chosen her for this.

The reason she'd been given this role? She was just a "very nice person" according to the higher ranking officers. She was polite and friendly enough, but she had a scary face when she was angry and was so mean that she rendered more than a dozen of soldiers to tears when they made her mad. And all it took was a mistake whilst they were on duty, in the field or within the civvie world for her to change from the short, sweet looking woman into a scorned wrath ted times her size. A dragon's wrath, some called it.

She also had more enlisted friends than every officer on board the UNSC Spirt of Fire combined as she went out of her way to speak to the many enlisted UNSC personnel. She just didn't see the fuss between the divide between enlisted and commissioned and actually took time to get to know the people under her command.

Now she could hear horses approaching. With a flicker of her hands, the ODST's leapt up from where they had been sitting against the warthog and got into position. Two on her flanks, on the gun of the warthog and the other two taking cover behind the warthog.

She stepped up in front of the warthog with her two bodyguards, with the megaphone in hand and waited, Captain Cutters orders ringing one last time in her head, "Bring that armoured group to HQ alive and preferably unhurt. If they attempt to hurt you or the others, you are authorised to use lethal force. You'll be the first face they see of the UNSC. Do us proud Lieutenant."

She hoped they will just comply with her and follow her to HQ without any hassle. She also prayed that today wouldn't be the day where she'd kill her first Human.

As the Robert and Ned marched towards a corner, Robert looked at Ned and said:

"I shouldn't have been so harsh to the boy. It's this damn forest giving off this strange feeling like something's going to happen."

"I feel it too, and I've never felt it in this forest ever. Maybe it's something to do with those flying castle from yesterday?" Ned replied, squinting around to his left, trying to find the source, as his instincts were screaming there was something in plain view.

Robert looked ahead after they had turned the corner and spotted a carriage ahead along with four figures, three standing and looking in their direction and one standing on a carriage model he had never seen. "Oh look, some people up the road. Maybe they know why?"

"Careful, it could be a trap."

"Then I'll smash their sorry trap in half. Come on!" Flicking his reins, their horses moved at a faster pace.

When they got close, the column halted as they stared at the freaky figures in front of them. From the boots, to the helmets was black. Even where a knight's visor would be was black. All over their body were black square shaped pouches and in their hands were strange block things. But the way they held them and the trigger mechanism made Robert think they were like a crossbow of some kind.

Even the one on the carriage was clad in black and was handling something on the carriage, with three thin pipes, with two green shields faced at an angle. He wasn't pointing it at them per say, but it was close in their general direction.

But his eyes focused on what appeared to be their leader. He seemed to have his hair pulled back like those Dothraki riders did, but he had no facial hair. He looked like a boy.

There was no doubt that these were the 'figures' that the other northern lords were talking about.

Robert held no fear, confident he could cut right through him if they tried. The other Kingsguard, including the Kingslayer and Ned felt suspicious of these figures, although they too, felt they could defeat such a small group.

Robert's horse took an extra stride forward; looking straight at the only face he could see and said in his usual booming voice:

I, Robert of House Baratheon, First of my name, the rightful king of the Andals and the First men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and the Protector of the Realm ask you to identify yourselves and your intentions!"

Alice blinked and then blinked again. What. The. Fuck?

The only parts she could recall was Robert, first of his name, king of men in seven kingdoms or realms. She was caught way off guard by how archaic and formal he was, the medieval stuff, his appearance and his accent. Ethan was right, they can speak English and were Very old fashioned.

She could not recognise the origin of his accent, which suggests he might not be even from UNSC space. At least they've found whoever was in charge of what sounds like the whole continent. She shoved these thoughts away and focused on what she was meant to do.

"I am Lieutenant Alice Deschner from the UNSC Spirit of Fire. I have orders to escort you and your men to HQ. My Commanding officer wants to speak to you. Please do not resist and come quietly. I do not want to use force if necessary."

Since she spoke, the king and several of his golden knight's jaws had fallen open. A few moments passed before a shout from said-king nearly made her jump and ruin her reputation.

"You're a woman!?" his eyes scanning her body as if looking for a sign.

She resisted putting her hand to her face and replied "Yes, now if you will just follo-"

"I don't think so woman, you're coming with us. We have you outnumber one hundred to one."

"Maybe three to one, why didn't you see the Marine Corps watching you the whole way?" a shit-eating smirk growing on her face.

He and all his men looked around. "What 'marine corps'?" his words stumbling over the last two words, as if unfamiliar using them.

"If you give out the order to your soldiers not to charge at them, I'll tell mine to show themselves."

"Give the order. I think she's bluffing anyway." He muttered to the man next to him, a man in brown leathers and a short goatee.

Once the order had been given, Alice raised her hands upwards. Immediately, like a wave, grass and bushes moved, showing not even a hundred metres away, figures armed like the ones around her, their bodies covered in grass and bush. He literally saw what had been bushes become a figure.

The line spread all the way on both sides of the column, prompting cries of shock from all the men as terror sunk in. They were surrounded on two sides from figures holding block things at them. Shock turned into dread, as the fear sunk in on being surrounded by an unknown enemy that had evaded them so successfully!

"So will you come quietly? I promise we only want to talk. We'll talk and then let you go back." Said Alice, her expression open to show how sincere she was as she dropped her arms down, palms open towards them, hoping to convey their peaceful intentions.

They were not well received.

"Deception! They've trapped us!" Robert shouted, his face red as he pulled out his sword, the rest of the column doing the same, as sounds of swords becoming unsheathed ringed throughout the forest.

The figure on the back of the carriage pointed the barrels at them. Just being at the end made the others squirm, yet they did not know why. Still, they brandished their swords and reins, awaiting for the kings order to charge.

"Robert, they may be telling the truth, they did honour our agreement by showing us where their men are after all." The Goatee guy said quickly, placing his hand on Roberts arm, his face alarmed at the sudden escalation

"We, ODSTS, have a song that goes like this: Gafflwn Dihenydd, o'r fuddugol yn wiriol sydd. Ni fydd neb yn ein Drechu, Falch ydy ni i drochu, Traed o flaen i'r Annwn, mewn y gwybodaeth fe godwn ni. Do you know what it means?" asked loudly Lieutenant Deschner, clearly and slowly enough to be understood as her eyes narrowed.

The men towering over her on their great armoured war horses shook their heads, confusion blatant on their faces.

Her mouth twisted into a mean half smile, half snarl, as if savouring the moment to come before opening it once more to say "It means: We cheat Death from his rightful victory. No one can defeat us, so we are glad to plunge feet first into hell, in the knowledge that we will rise." she finished, looking straight at the fat man's eyes, defiance marked into every feature of her face, her hand pawing at the form fitting material of her pistol.

"So what is your choice, King Robert Baratheon, the first of his name or the last of his name?"

This last line made Robert hesitate as he thought on what she said. Then he looked back where Ned was. He trusted that man more than anything. He sighed, and sheathed his sword.

"Fine, but any funny business and you'll be the first I'll kill!"

Her face relaxed in an instant and relief flickered briefly into her emerald green eyes. Her hands went to her helmet, and put it on her head. Her face was visible in the visor, when suddenly a blue light swept down, leaving nothing but blackness on her visor and they could no longer see her face.

She then turned and somehow managed to get into one side of the carriage without being able to see. That made no sense!

This was all quickly forgotten for the roar as the carriage came to life with a snarl which they could not see where or what. Strange lights flashing on, as the whole thing started moving backwards although how, they did not know. Then moving forwards in the direction they were already going, the thing growling with each movement. The figure on the back had finally pointed that thing elsewhere.

Unconsciously, they let a sigh as they followed the magical, growling, glowing carriage, with leaf and grass covered figures walking beside them on either side.

AN And Scene! This took forever. Longer than I expected. Originally, there was meant to be the arrival scene and a Varys scene, but I guess that'll be for next chapter, as this is pretty big as it, maybe not as big first chapter (Not including the bonus scene below).

I think the hardest part is describing things from their perspective and reactions, but I didn't want to spend more than a few paragraphs per scene describing stuff. Also reactions of Robert Baratheon. I just don't know much about his character concerning stuff other than Targaryans, whores, Lannisters, drinking and killing things. I might go back and edit this at a later date, just as I have with the first, nothing major, just correction mistakes and more Robert in it.

There was going to be General Pottes scene, where I reveal all his deployments, but that sounds boring, like a documentary. I like that stuff, but I doubt you readers would.

Also, I kinda notice a lack of humour in the previous chapter. I intend to fix that whilst sticking to the dark theme of the show.

Also, to check for progress on chapter, just look at my profile.

It's now 6AM. I'm going to bed

Special Hat out.

I was listening to Bastille – Daniel in the den whilst writing when I came up with this little fun scene (Not canon obviously, but hysterical if it was). Enjoy!

She glanced back up at the many banners of the armoured column, where she spotted one with a lion on it, sparking an idea. She tapped on her data pad, sending orders out to the entire escort team, before sticking a data drive into the warthog and cranking out the volume to max.

A sudden boom of loud (and quite pleasant) plinking sound burst out of the strange magical carriage, startling many horses and their riders, but they managed to them under control.

A few seconds later, she got up and just started singing along to the song playing from the warthog speakers.

"Moving along, at a pace unknown to man!"

"Go, go, go, go, go, go, go. Go, go, go, go, go,"

The rest of the escorting marines chanted back, their march becoming more of a half skip, half jig, as they sort of walked and danced, swaying their bodies from side to side, their weapons cradled closely to themselves.

Lieutenant Deschner then proceeded to climbing over the divide bar, onto the back of the warthog, one arm around the gunner, singing the verse, swaying from side to side:

"And you thought the lions were bad

Well they tried to kill my brothers

And for every king that died, Oh they would crown another"

"And it's harder than you think

Telling dreams from one another

And you thought the lions were bad

Well they tried to kill my brothers"

The Marines sung the next part:

"Felled in the night by the ones you think you love

They will come for you

Felled in the night by the ones you think you love

They will come for you

Dreaming along at a pace you'll understand

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go. No, no, no, no, no"

And on goes their journey most of the way to HQ, the marines and ODST's singing merrily, completely ignoring the ones they were escorting. For the first time in a long time, they felt relaxed of their heavy burden of the war, smiling despite the dense foliage and stumbling over potholes and tree roots every so often.

The King, Lord Stark and their bannerman were confused by this strange tune and behaviour of their escort, but after a while, began to enjoy this strange music. Some even joined in. The Kingslayer and the Lannister? Not so much, as their faces seemed to be carved into a permanent scowl.