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Lance- It seems that you failed in raiding my stash.

Me- *Eating Reese's* You were saying?

Lance- WHAT...HOW?! I DON'T EVEN...!

Me- ON WITH THE SHOW!

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or Halo. Rick Riordan and Bungie/343 Industries do.

Lance

I stepped off the ship, looking at the landscape. It looked like a tropical version of Africa. A few trees dotted the horizon and a redish-yellow grass spread out into the horizon. I didn't get a chance to guess what the planet looked like in other places because just then the huge olive green giant grabbed my shoulder.

"Hey kid, Osman wants to talk to you." I sighed and stepped back into the dropship/Pelican. The pilot handed me a microphone.

"Hello? This is Jackson speaking." "Very funny kid." The captain said sarcastically. "I just received a message from Parangosky. She says the Spartan-IV's as well as John are going to be attacking the Sangheile head on and she wants you to help them out."

I thought this over for a second before finally agreeing. I returned the microphone and looked over at my squadmates from the ramp.

"Let me guess, they're pulling you for some heavy duty action." Mal said. I nodded. "Being an almost invincible demigod does have its perks." As the ship started to ascend, I waved one final time to my team before the ship sped towards our destination. In a few minutes, we were coming into what sounded like a war.

"Alright kid, you might want to transform before we reach the drop-sight." Devereaux shouted over the wind. I waited for a few minutes before finally turning the top left dial. I again grew taller, and after hitting around seven feet, my armor morphed into the olive green armor.

"Hey BB. Can you give me some basic insight to my armor?" I felt the cold familiar feeling washing over my brain, like someone was pouring liquid mercury over my brain, causing me to shiver a bit. "Well for starters, its a Mark VII MJOLNIR armor variant with all the comforts of a small hotel room minus the minibar and fridge."

He waited a few seconds before continuing. "Its the same type the Master Chief is wearing. The shielding is the same as well, so if I tell you to take cover, you duck down behind the nearest, solid thing."

I looked out to see the fighting had already started. It was a huge amount of Spartans fighting another army with almost twice as many soldier aliens. Devereaux had the ship land around twenty feet away from the nearest squad of soldiers, who were pinned down and cut off from the rest, and hovered a few feet off the ground.

"Okay kid. This is as far as I go." I hopped out. "Hey BB. What do you have for me to use?" "Oh we have a delightful catalogue of armaments. Do you want a gun or a grenade launcher?" I walked towards the squad "A gun or two would do fine in this situation." "Up ahead, there are two spare assault rifles." Looking ahead I saw two rectangluar shapes with a triangle looking end (almost like the top of a triangle was cut off).

I picked them up and saw my HUD change. It now had two big circles which seemed to move wherever I moved the barrels of the assault rifles. On the guns themselves they had a miniature blue screen with both having the number 60 on them.

No sooner had I checked them a bolt of green energy missed my head by millimeters. I looked over to see the aliens were focusing one or two troops at me. My radio sparked to life. "What the hell are you standing around for? Take cover!" I guess these guys were in the dark about me.

I grabbed an assault rifle with each hand, and then sprinted towards the enemies.

Thorne

I don't know why the Spartan was charging but I once heard about Spartan-II's being able to lift a tank so I figured a group of hingeheads wouldn't bother one. The thing was: This group had more hingeheads than even a squad of Spartan-II's could handle.

I ducked as another blast of plasma hit the cover. The new guy was still charging, barely missing the plasma bolts. I was about to shout at him to stop when he valuted over our cover.

I peeked over and saw he was running and gunning. He shrugged off plasma bolts like they were nothing! He didn't even let go of the triggers, or even look to his sides for that matter. He suddenly stopped firing, and I realized he only had one mag for each rifle.

He tossed the guns and started to fight them with his hands, tearing the plasma pistols from a couple of elites and started to fire into the surrounding crowd. He was taking them down better than any other Spartan I've ever seen, even the Master Chief! A flash of light blue sliced through the pistols. A Sangheile field commander had sliced the pistols in half. He pulled put a second energy sword and crouched into a battle ready stance.

I personally know how tough those things are to kill. Its almost like their skin is tougher than their subordinates. Some other Spartans have started rumors, like the Elites were evolving, or some were genetically altered but those are just rumors.

The new guy took a battle ready stance. The Elites formed a wide half cirlce, letting us see the gruesome show. The commander charged, bringing one sword down in an arc. There was a collective gasp from every life form except for the new guy. He had grabbed it!

Spartan-II armor was the best, capable of blocking an energy sword with its shields atleast once before their shields gave in. But this guy, he was grabbing it! If it burned him he didn't show any signs of pain. He yanked the sword from the Elite and sliced the field commander cleanly in half.

The new guy then scooped up the other sword, studied it for a few seconds, then turned towards the other Elites. Apparently, they had sent a signal for reinforcements because even more Elites were gathering. I even saw a Wraith mortar tank! It was a stand-still between the Spartan and the Elite army. "I have got to show everyone this." DiNozzo said with excitement.

A pop-up screen appeared on my visor, showing me real-time footage of the stand-still. In the corner of the screen it said SatCom. I was too busy focusing on the fight to care that that video was being played to every Spartan on the ground. The silence was unbearable, the tension tightenting.

I was wondering if the Elites had given up when, as if on cue, one Elite roared and raised his weapon, causing the whole army to do the same. It was loud enough to feel the vibrations from the sound wave. They all charged forward. The Spartan dashed forward, his swords pointed towards the ground.

I couldn't look away. It was gruesome, as the Elites were being decimated. He was slashing through them like a tornado of plamsa. Blood was soaking into the dirt, giving it the same color as Mars before it was colonized despite the blood being purple. He had sliced through two other Elites when an energy mortar went sailing through the sky.

The Spartan looked up, then made a mad dash for the Wraith. The gunner fired his plasma turret until it overheated, the new guy shrugging off the plasma bolts. The Spartan lept up into an arc, slashing through the tank armor with ease. No sooner than he hit the ground he sprinted off slashing through more Sangheile.

A resounding boom shook the ground. The feed zoomed in on the charred and burning remains of the Wraith. The feed zoomed back out and focused in back on the one man army of a Spartan. Half the Elites were dead from the explosion while the other half was being sliced through. How did this guy manage to pull this off?

Not even the Master Chief could do this with out a battalion of Spartan-II's. The rest of the army was dead in seconds. He stabbed the last Elite through the chest with both swords before they finally gave out.

Lance

I was breathing hard after my fight. I felt a little sad that I lost my new toys, but I discarded them anyway. It took me a few minutes of leaning on my thighs with my hands to catch my breath. The suit was hot, I was sweating like a pig, and I managed to survive on an impulse. No wonder Percy said he hated fighting huge armies.

I stood back to full height when the squad of no-longer-pinned-down soldiers walked up cautiously, their rifles out, doing swinging motions to find any survivors. Once they felt satisfied, the lowered their weapons and walked over. "That was some hell of a fight you pulled there." One said. It was a lady, and by her accent she was either from Ireland or Scotland.

I was still panting a little when I spoke. "The adrenline made it seem like forever." A Pelican flew in, lowering until it was hovering about an inch off the ground.

The ramp lowered and the lady who made me a lieutenant stepped briskly over to us. She was wearing the same type of armor as the others bit hers was sky blue while the squad was regular blue.

The other guys saluted. "At ease Spartans." They each spread their legs shoulder length apart and placed their arms behind their backs.

She looked each of them over, stopping on me. "That was impressive fighting out their Lieutenant." I shrugged. "Could've been worse." She chuckled then led us back to the Pelican. We all took a seat, albeit I slumped down into mine. I was so exhausted I didn't even notice the ramp lowering until one of the guys tapped my shoulder.

I walked out. People were looking over, having whispered conversations. I didn't really care for that. All I wanted to do was get a shower and sleep. Lasky had joined me as I walked through a set of doors that slid apart.

I turned the dial to morh back into myself. I was back in my lieutenant's uniform. I was still coated in sweat, which seeped into the jacket. "Kid, Ithink you deserve a break. Relax in your room." I simply nodded. He turned down a differnt hallway, leaving me alone with BB floating sround in my mind.

"Your room is four doors down to the left." BB stated. I followed his instructions and saw the door with a plaque. Having dyslexia, I had to decipher it to see it read my last name. I stepped through the sliding door and saw it was cozy.

There was a single bed with two pillows, one on top ofmthe other, a bathroom with a shower, a tv opposite the bed, and a kitchenette area, compete with a fridge, dishwasher, sink, and a few cupboards.

I headed for the shower. It only took me a few minites to get washed and changed (or rather, morphed) into fresh military clothes. I plopped down onto the bed and was out instantly.

There it is my reader army! Let me know what you guys think! Sorry my other stories have been updated in awhile, but I am trying.

Until next time: DEUCE!