Alright, so the best way to invade Cana- Hey you're back! Er… this isn't what it looks like! *Wipes tactical maps and invasion plans off the table and quickly closes the door behind several generals and admirals.* I'm totally not trying to invade Canada. But to the point; WELCOME BACK! I would thank all the people that have reviewed/followed/favorited by name, but that would take effort and I can't really be bothered right now, I have a nation to inv- I mean I have homeless kittens to adopt.

But I thank you all sincerely for supporting this story! You may notice that it has some resemblance to other SW/Halo x-overs, but I really try to make original content on this site. It may be impossible, but hey, if you don't shoot, it's always a miss.

Thank you gwb99 for being awesome and submitting a whole platoon!

As you may notice in this chapter, there will be emotional stuff in this fanfic, this is not a "shoot every enemy and on to the next scene" action-to-action hopper.

There will be a list of OC's/units/other submitted stuff in the A/N on the end of this chapter.

in this story, dialogue between * means a conversation over comms. The conversations with holograms or videoscreens will still be between ".

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own OC's and inventions such as the ODIFV.

Enjoy!


~Chapter 4~

The battle in orbit was fairly one-sided, the pure energy of the plasma torpedoes and turrets simply bypassed the trade federation carrier's shields, melting and warping its armour plating, while the lasers shot from the halo-like ship were easily stopped by the multiple layers of energy shielding and hardlight emitters that would calculate the place a laser or projectile would hit and form a temporary barrier. Sadly, this method was only useful in small engagements or the emitters would overload.

The fifteen bright-yellow fighters had been very helpful, it wasn't that the combined firepower of Banshees, Serapds, Machete heavy fighter-bombers and Dagger interceptors couldn't fend the fast but very weak drones the enemy used as fighters off, but all help was appreciated.

"Ma'am, shield are down to 93%, the enemy vessel shows signs of heavy damage and is almost disabled." A Kig-Yar operator said.

"Do not destroy this sorry excuse for a warship, I want the captain alive for interrogation. Prepare Sangheili Spec-ops for a boarding operation once the ship is disabled." The large Sangheili shipmistress said, already smiling because of the easy victory. She hadn't let down her guard though, if there is one thing she had learnt the hard way in battle school on Sangheilios, it was to never let your guard down.

The fact that she wanted the captain alive was probably the only reason she hadn't had sliced the pathetic ship in half with the energy projectors in the first ten seconds of the engagement. She hoped Andrew's warriors on the ground were having as easy a fight as them.


Gus looked over to the somewhat psychopathic dark-skinned Frenchman that filled the squad's supportive role. He was holding down the trigger of his light machine gun, sending a stream of bullets down a road and mowing down several groups of the flimsy robots.

A couple of the shielded robots rolled into view. He destroyed one with a well-placed shot before it could deploy, but was too late to take out another one before it deployed its energy shields. He reached down at his belt to grab a plasma grenade, only to notice he had already thrown them all. "Turtle, I'm out of grenades here!" he yelled over the gunfire.

Gerard stopped firing for a couple of moments to grab some from his backpack. He gestured for Gus to keep up suppressive fire and the rookie shot a couple of hardlight rounds their way.

"'Ere you go mon amie, blow zem up." Turtle said as he tossed a blue orb to Gus who caught it in his left hand. He could almost feel Louis' grin behind his silver visor.

He rolled his eyes, I've been doing that a lot lately. He thought while priming the plasma grenade. He waited a second and then stepped out of his cover and threw the blue orb towards the group of annoying robots that stood amongst the three legged bastards.

It stuck to the chest piece of one of them and if they wouldn't have been fighting, they would have laughed as the droid panicked and started running in circles when it noticed it couldn't get it off. The blue fire engulfed the group and even though the shields protected them from the flames, the three legged robots melted from the massive heat of exploding plasma.

He looked at the carnage around him and realised how Gamma squad had gotten their reputation. And they weren't even all here! The rest of the squad had landed- if you could even call a pod dropping from orbit a landing- in a different area of the city. They would all regroup at their objective; one of the prison camps dotted around the city and try to get as many civilians as possible to the LZ's with help from the 513th Army Rangers platoon.

They ran further down the road, unfazed by any enemy forces. They followed a trail of wrecked metal bodies and a few destroyed tanks until they saw movement on their motion trackers marked with a yellow dot, meaning it was not clear if it was an ally or an enemy, from an alley to their right.

Gus snapped his AR-507 R3 toward the source of the sound and movement and looked over to Turtle, him being technically higher in rank than the private. The Frenchman thought this was a perfect opportunity to see how the rookie would react in an unexpected situation and gestured him to speak.

Gus nodded, "You have ten seconds to identify yourself, come out unarmed and with your hands on your head or we will open fire!"

He immediately lowered his assault rifle when he saw who it was that set off the motion sensor. It was a little girl, probably nine or ten years old, with a frightened but at the same time defiant look in her green eyes. She was wearing dirty ragged clothes and looked half starved.

He thought on what to do and depolarised his visor. Seeing a human face calmed the girl down a bit and he crouched down to be on eyelevel with her. "A-are you the people that shot the bad robots?"

"Yes little girl, we're here to help." He said in a reassuring voice. "Are you hungry?"

She nodded shyly, still keeping some distance from the two strange soldiers. "Here ya go." Gus said as he pulled a pack of tactical bacon out of a small bag on his belt, shook it wildly, causing the harmless chemicals inside the rations pack to heat the meal up instantly and stretched his arm out to the girl.

She hesitantly came closer to him and snatched the pack from his hand. She devoured it like she hadn't eaten in several days, which probably was the case.

"Easy now little girl, we don't want you to get cramps."

"I'm noh a wittle gurwl." She said with her mouth full of tactical bacon and stared angrily at him.

He only chuckled at her reaction and stood up from his crouched position. *Any hostiles Turtle?* he asked over private comms.

*Non, but Villain asked us to double-time over zhere. I have all ze C12.*

*What do we do with the girl?*

*Zhat, mon amie, is your decision. Also she is your responsibility if we take her with us.*

Gus sighed and looked over to the happily eating girl. "What's your name, I can't just keep calling you little girl can I?"

"My name is Ratha."

"Ratha, we're going to meet up with some of our friends, do want to come with us? We're going to free prisoners and maybe your parents will be there." He said with a reassuring smile.

She suddenly got a sad look in her eyes and spoke with a quivering voice that immediately made his smile disappear. "I-I don't have any p-parents, they- they- t-the droids killed them." She started crying and hugged Gus tightly, who looked at Louis for a second and hugged her back.

"Ssssh, it's gonna be okay, Ratha. Just stick with us and you'll be fine."

She sobbed and he petted her head until she finally let go of him. "Can I really come with you?"

"Yeah, but we gotta move fast so," he slung his assault rifle over his back, attaching it to the magnetic clamps and grabbed his smaller silenced SMG from the ones located on his thigh. ", get on my back." She didn't hesitate and leapt on his back for a piggyback ride.

*Gamma three, Gamma eight, come in.*

*Gamma eight here, three is with me.* the rookie said.

*The ship in orbit has been destroyed, apparently deactivating all the battledroids on-surface. You are to proceed to an LZ that is marked on your VISR.*

*Copy that, moving out. We have a civilian with us that is malnourished and might need medical care.*

*Alright, a medic is on their way to the LZ. Good travels Gamma.* and with that last statement, the link was terminated.

"Hold on tight Ratha, let's go." He polarised his visor again and with turtle in the lead, they set off for the landing zone.


Five minutes ago; orbit above Naboo

"Shipmistress, one of the native's fighters has just flown into the enemy hangar."

"How far off is the Spec-ops team?" Kiyo' asked.

"Still seven minutes off ,shipmistress, they were attacked by an enemy fighter group and were forced to perform evasive manoeuvres until two Machetes took their pursuers out."

"Tell them to return to the Unbending Justice and message all fighters to stay clear of the enemy ship. I think I know what the pilot of that fighter is trying to do." They had received the ship's blueprints from Edward after he hacked into their systems. Apparently it was designed to have direct access to the main reactor from the hangar-bays.

Her suspicions were confirmed when a small yellow fighter flew out of the hangars followed by a large fireball and a few seconds later the carrier exploded.


As you may have noticed, the story centres around mostly Gus and Andrew, but others will come into view as the story progresses.

UNSC Army Rangers (gwb99): a platoon of 23 HALO jumping, jetpack flying black visor-ed mothertruckers (4 squads of five and a medic, a commander and a radio operator). Once they are deployed, they use the M557 'cheeta' APC (think a land raider from WH 40K but with antigrav instead of tracks.) ther commander is LT. Alice Graham. If you want an idea on how these guys and gals operate, watch the Planetside 2 cinematic trailer.

Machete heavy fighter-bomber (SmokeTinyTom): Marauder squadron consists of 10 Machete class fighters. With a length of 60 meters and a width of 75 meters, this behemoth comes with the best and newest Hard Light weaponry and incineration rockets. Emergency Hard Light emitters are activated when its heavy shielding fails and it sports two rear gunners, one on top and one on the bottom and a Hydrogen/plasma/fusion reactor for almost unlimited power capabilities.

If you send me a unit/new vehicle, it will be on the end A/N of the next chapter. OC's will be introduced in the story itself.

Thank you for reading and sorry for the long A/N.

May the Chief be with you.