Disclaimer:I do not own Halo,Warhammer, or any other things that occur in the script.

Author's Note: I hope I'm getting somewhere with this first fan fiction I was wondering why no w40k halo crossovers XD PS: sorry first chapter was so short.

Chapter 2- One hell of a ride

1000 hours military time, North of Vatican City.

John looked up as the bunker slowly faded from the horizon, heh, he'd kinda miss that place.

Too bad they had to pack only essentials: Ammo,their lasguns,etc.

If he remembered right there was a warp storm heading to the planet, man that sucks this is going to be a hell of a ride. Just as he thought that the private next to him started chatting.

"Hey guys, what think Florence is like this time of year?",he said in a kind of sarcastic voice, after all

Florence was infested and I mean INFESTED with orks, and that was where they were going.

"Dammit Clinton why the hell do you have to mock us like that?"

"Dunno why do you have to be a bitch"

"Because I woke up with the commissar up my ass."

"Ouch", he said, "that hurt."

"Shut up Clinton"

"Shut up Rodriguez"

John looked up, "Shit" " Commissar I thought you took the warhawk?"

"And leave you here ,hell no!"

John sighed, this wasn't gonna be hell it, it was already limbo.

Man why did I have to be assigned to earth,it sucked big, it had been ork infested the emperor knows how long, and here he was heading straight to their most densely populated region, Florence.

This was a drag.

A large bump interrupted his thoughts, dammit that'd be the orks now! If only they'd known what it was.

Right after the bump they immediately grasped their seats in the Chimera.

"Man we're already under fire." Somalian J.L. Hewett complained.

John looked over his comrades, more then likely this would be his least chance.

Clinton , the jackass of the group , was now merely crying in fear huddled in his seat. Hewett was doing likewise. The only calm one was the commissar, he sat there eyes strong and full of some fire that John couldn't quite catch. He seemed to be longing for battle, hoping they'd be attacked, it freaked John out. Just then there was a loud thump and his vision blurred into darkness as his comrades strived to hold the green tide off, all in vane...

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Warboss Boodbitz looked around and grinned. "Alright boys dis ere our time for fighting!" To his enjoyment he was followed off by a large "WAAAAAAAAAGH!!!" Dese umies think they're tough enough to come into Gusta territory with just a few, LET EM COME!!" he said with grimace and somehow motivation , "We need a good fight aye boys?!

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!" The orks cheered with even more valor.

" This is where our WAAAGH is and we're a keeping it!!" He roared as his boys charged toward the enemy vehicle. Several of his boys got mowed down from suppressive fire. But once they got their it was over. There were so many orks that they pushed the thing right over , he grinned , dis fight was already over. One of his tankbusta boys planted a charge and they all cleared away expecting an explosion. There wasn't one. The warboss nearly rampaged over to the tankbusta. Who already huddled in fear.

" Just why didn't that bomb of your's go off just now!?" he said in a harsh tone.

"Err it must have been a dud?" the little whelp was nearly fainting.

"YOU IDIOT!" Bloodbitz was just about to disembowel him when something happened.

His vision suddenly went black as his boys were screaming in horror. "What the..." was all he could word.

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John woke up with a fright. He wasn't in the chimera anymore, hell the best he could get out of this place was it was some kind of Xeno prison. (a XenoZE-know is an alien to the Imperium)

The place was strange and everything seemed to be made of metal. Everything seemed to be covered in some sort of metal alloy. In front of him was a barrier, as far as he could tell. The metal here was mostly purple and strong enough that he wouldn't be able to frag it apart. Below him the metal stopped on the floor, which was some strange rubber with circular indentions coming out of it. It was cold but he didn't dare say anything. Whatever lived her must not be friendly judging from the mutilated body in the cell across from him, it didn't look like it was from the Imperium which had him relieved.

He was alone in his cell, and obviously a prisoner so he decided to just sit down and try to find a means of escape. "Aw man my head hurts." he groaned.

"Quit your griping you'll get the covenant to come back" said an unfamiliar voice.

"WHAT?!, he exclaimed another race to add to the IDBs (Imperial Data Banks)

" Dammit keep your voice down." it replied. "You don't wanna end up like him do you."

John quickly figured out that if he kept yelling some guard would come in and make a mess outta him

Damn, got to be more careful then that, I do need information though. I might be able to get some Intel out of him.

" Hey ," he whispered," names John, John Rodriguez".

"Simmons, Private first class at your service, though I'd be more helpful if I wasn't in this dump.

"Where are we?" John asked casually.

"You honestly can't tell your on board a covenant cruiser?" Simmons replied oddly.

"What are the covenant?" John replied dumbfounded by the newcomers words.

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Simmons couldn't believe this he'd just met a man who didn't know about the covenant, now he'd seen it all he thought.

He sighed.

"They're a collective race of aliens bent on destruction of the human race."

The newcomer merely replied sort of eagerly," OK, do you know any ranks classes etc.?"

"Well, there are the Grunts the lowest ranking far as we can tell."

"They're about waist high and behave like young apes."

"They're also cowards and run in fear when they aren't surrounded in higher officers."

"The 'brute force' of the covenant seemingly the highest ranking are the Elites."

"They're scaly, have hooves, and a really bad disposition."

"They usually are employed few than grunts to keep them in line."

John merely stated, "Like commissars."

O.K., this guy was weird what was a commissar? He thought he read something about them a long time ago, but he couldn't remember.

"OK, then there are the hunters, deployed more like artillery then actual troops, big mean and really hard to kill."

John seemed to ask another question but was interrupted as the door to the room opened.

Author's Note: Please don't review too harshly. Also along with the orks and Imperial Guardsmen

several other warhammer races were now in the halo universe."