Hey guys! Back to Men of War! Now, Part II! And that is sorta like an act being done and finished in the campaign mode in Halo or Gears. Your pick really.

So, just to kick it off, lets start it off, five minutes after the last chapter!

Seeya guys at the end of the chapter!

"He really creeps me out. Ya know?"

"I don't see anything wrong with him."

Sergeant Agron gawked at Fenix. "He's seven feet tall and is entirely covered in green armor!" he whisper/shouted at the calmer, more experienced man next to him.

"Yeah, and our enemy uses ten feet tall creatures, twenty feet tall creatures, and fifty feet tall creatures. So, if height is the problem-" Marcus glanced back behind him, just to be sure.

Behind the two Sergeants were their squads, then the two Strandeds, looking out of place without the heavy amount of armor and gear with only ragged, torn clothing as their armor. Then, behind them, was the hulking beast of a man, his new Lancer Rifle on his shoulder.

Marcus was still thinking about this one. The Spartan- whatever that meant. The unnatural height, the impressive fighting ability, and the almost silent and stoic behavior- it did creep him out, even if he wouldn't admit it to the younger man next to him.

"I still have suspicions that he's an alien." Marcus blinked and realized that the other Sergeant had spotted his views, and tracked them. "but… I really don't know."

"Yeah, that makes two of us."

Behind them, the two squads were 'mixing' in. Mostly, Cole and Howard.

"What about number 21?"

"Naw, man!"

"30?"

Cole laughed. "Jerry could run, he could hit, but he couldn't see worth shit!"

Howard and Cole had been cheerily exchanging words for almost the entire duration of the walk, first, talking about war, kills, and 'fun'. Now, they had moved onto thrashball.

"How about 27?"

"Hmm, Maybe. He's got moves, but goes down pretty easy."

Hank, the stranded who usually doesn't say much at all, timidly rose a hand. "56?"

Both large men turned to the new voice. "56?" Cole repeated, a look of surprise on his face.

"Yeah… well, could you?"

"Man, he was almost as big as I was back then!" Cole laughed heartily, apparently remembering good times. "But that fat ass could run worth shhit."

"Oh, ok." Hank paused, apparently thinking. "How about…" he stopped, and turned, looking at the ground, about five feet behind him.

"How about what?" No one else but Eric and the Chief had noticed the pause in the second Stranded.

"Hu?"

"I said- what'chu looking at?" Cole had turned, to speak louder, only to find the three glancing at the same spot.

"Hank." Eric switched between the ground and his friend, and the quickly at the Chief. "Is it-"

"It's… nothing." He raised his gun again, back up to his chest, and started walking. "Just a feeling."

Back at the front, both Sergeants had paused, watching the progress behind them. Mark spoke first. "It may have been a feeling," he turned, looking as serious at Marcus as he could," but some 'feelings' are instinctual."

"He said it was nothing." Marcus started walking away again.

"Hey-"

The experienced man turned briefly to face the other Sergeant. "Keep an eye out though."

Mark Agron nodded, and raised his gun shortly, as if scanning the area. Both Dom and Richard noticed. And in a strange coincidence, looked at each other, nodded, and started glancing around. The seven behind them stared, awkwardly.

The Chief was still the last one in the group. And his mind was thinking as much about them as they were about him.

They, quite possibly were some of the most unprofessional soldiers he had come to meet- and that was saying a lot- back on Earth, he had come across a strange scene with a marine and another soldier, who wouldn't let him through a door because he didn't know the password.

These guys were informal, cocky, inexperienced, and all of them unique characters to themselves. The First Sergeant he met- young, quick to judge, yet had some firmness in him.

The rest of the 'Alpha' squad- a friend for a Private First Class, a murderous looking and almost psychotic man, and a large, friendly giant. As for Delta, another friendly 'second in command', an ass, and a man who's having fun when killing.

The Sergeant for that squad however… he seemed the most likely to be the Leader altogether. He was direct, right to the point. From the little the Chief saw, he was also an experienced fighter.

So, how- how did this group of unlikely soldiers all meet up, and beat extraordinary odds that had stacked up against them?

"Luck."

"What is it chief?" Cortana asked, unsure of the sudden spoken word.

"You said you picked me for luck once."

"Yeah? Feeling lucky today?"

He just looked at those in front of him. There was always more than met the eyes, and these people were no exception.

Ahead of them, the lower ranks of the two squads had began to talk again. Howard desperately searched around for his Hammer of Dawn, which he had brought with him.

"Where… did I… put that damn machine?"

"You dropped it, right after meeting the Spartan." Carey spoke out, in his usual dark tone of a voice.

"W-What!?" he glanced in the direction they had come from, longing miss in his eyes. "Why didn't you say something?"

Carey said nothing, only glanced at a building, from where a few pebbles had fallen off.

"Our H.O.D.'s were busted in the fight before this one. Wouldn't work any more." Said Dom, cranking his head around for a better view of the other soldiers.

"Satellites must be off-line." Baird said, actually not adding an aggressive tone to his usual angry voice.

"Satellites? You use orbital weapons against these things?" Cortana asked through the headsets, having everyone jump up momentarily.

"Yeah. Hammer of Dawn- targeting device that pinpoints a very select area on the surface and in the open so the orbiting stations can target Locust, or whatever." Baird again seemed to refrain from his angry voice.

"Very interesting. What do you do when you're in a building or underground?"

"We…" Baird growled, his angry persona returning in a flash," run, hide, and shoot guns."

"Heads up." Marcus half shouted, half growled to those behind him.

"Whoa." Was all the two strandeds could say.

A massive opening to a tunnel law straight ahead. It size was comparable to that of a four story building, and was still intact. They had found The Stonewell sewage system. And they knew it to be the sewage system from the smell.

"Ugh!" Richard waved his hand in front of his face, trying to fan the air.

"Oh no!" Baird was outright enraged, a vein pulsing in his forehead and pointing an accusatory finger at those in front. "Not more Sewers! No way!"

"Baird-" Marcus was interrupted again by the spiky blond.

"No-fucking-way am I going through another sewer system like that!" he took a step back. "I'd rather fight Locust!"

"Baird…"

"No! It's bad enough that… what's that sound?" he had finally noticed the rumbling around them. Small sections of tiles on the paved ground shook and some shattered as the ground shook. Serveral loose structures collapsed as the shaking got worse.

"Sounds like-" Started Mark.

"We got company." Finished Marcus, pulling out a grenade.

Master Chief was now at the front of the group, being that everyone was facing away from the large opening to the sewers.

"Chief, you might want to back up."

"What?"

Cortana sounded scared, and that was never a good sign. "Something is about to jump out of the ground, ten meters in front of us." Chief glanced at the radar system inside his helmet. Something was getting closer, but from down, not across. Something was rising.

"Something… Big." He raised his gun, then leapt back as the ground, only ten meters from where he was a moment ago, burst open, a huge spider-like leg pushing out, then landing hard on the ground to support itself. More and more legs shot from the general Area, like an arachnid emerging from a hidden nest.

"Corpser!" Marcus and the others had backed up.

"Grreat! Juust wonderful!" Baird also had his gun out, focused and determination in his eyes.

"Hey, these things aren't hard to kill!" Marcus shouted to the others. "all we have…"

His voice had momentarily left him. To either side, a little behind the first, still emerging Corpser, more large legs were shooting up and supporting coming bodies. Not one, but three enormous arachnid like creatures were surfacing.

Mark didn't avert his eyes from the now emerged enemies, yet tilted his head to Marcus. "Plan?"

No words came.

"Marcus… HEY!!" Mark just noticed that Marcus Fenix had already ran for the Sewage system, roadie-running all the way. "WAIT FOR US!!"

The others frantically ran to catch up with him. Only the chief stayed slightly behind. He was taking in the sight of three large beasts, each slightly reminding him of the covenant Scarabs.

"Chief!? They're heading inside the Sewers!" The Spartan barely registered Cortana's worried voice.

"Chief!"

Finally he shook himself from the awesome sight of the now emerged Corpsers, and ran, full sprint after the others, who still hadn't made it inside of the Sewage piplines. Luckily for him, he was by far faster than any of them and easily caught up.

"How… fast are you??" Richard shouted between gasps of air as the Chief sped past him, pulling out a grenade he had scavenged from one of the fallen drones back at the Canals.

"This aught to work." He stopped, skidding on the ground.

They had made it inside of the Sewers, just past the opening. And the Corpsers had started advancing after the others.

"Spartan! What are you-" Dom started, only to pause in his shouting as the Chief pulled out the pin to the grenade and smoothly tossed it away, at a pipeline.

"Run." Was all he said as the grenade exploded, causing a 'domino' effect from the pipeline that encased the entrance of the sewer exit/entrance. It fiery explosion that ripped from the metal pipes cracked the foundations, and had the roof in that area buckle under its weight.

Soon, the entrance started to collapse, just as the monstrous beasts reached the entrance.

"It's stopping them!" Shouted someone from the group- from the noise of the falling pieces of roof, it was unidentifiable.

Soon, the light faded and pitch darkness was ensured as the entrance was blocked completely.

"Looks like we aren't going back." Growled Marcus, who still couldn't see anything.

"No shit… sir."

"Shut up Baird."

"Can you guys turn on a flashlight or something!" came an almost shaking voice of Hank.

"What?"

"It's a little dark."

"Scared?"

"Shut up."

"Aww," Baird taunted, still completely invisible to anyone else," wittle scawed of da darwk?"

"Kryll like darkness, asshole." Shot back Hank, who was heard shuffling around to the left of the group.

"Enough you guys!"

"Hold on a second." The chief paused, then flicked on his visor lights.

"Oh-damn!"

Richard got the full blast of the light shining in his eyes, and quickly fell back to the ground.

"You ok?"

"Hey, Spartan." Chief turned his head to the sound of Marcus, and found him ahead of the others. "Thanks."

Master Chief nodded, waving the light from his head.

"No! Hold the light still, I need to find my flares!"

"Oh." The Chief re-focused his head onto the general body of the Sergeant.

After a minute or two, a small stick was found in one of his many pockets. Slapping it against his knee, it burst into light at one end, sending sparks that lit the entire tunnel, which seemed to go on in one direction forever.

"We have more walking to do." He lifted the stick, and saw that the center of the tunnel was a division in which an open sewage path led.

"Gross." Baird's reaction was expected, along with the half the others, whom most held hands to their faces.

"Lets just hope…" Started Marcus, who had began to walk down the tunnel," that others haven't vacated the premises in human absence."

"Sure, lets also hope that we run into a nice smelling place… for once." Complained Baird once more, before following the others.

Ok, so part II has begun! Essentially, the journey to what's left of the wreckage. And I plan some more action along the way. I mean, it is a Halo/Gears of War Crossover, right?

Well… I'm going to go outside.

(steps outside)

Ah, what a nice day- (steps on a trip mine from Halo 3) … how'd one of these get on my porch!?

(He explodes, showing several Japanese tourists with blood as they take pictures of the explosion, then they walk away)