Here 'tis!
Disclaimer: If I owned Halo, this would be a T.V. series, not some stupid Fanfiction which only a few people read.
Please excuse the sudden Insecure-author-itis, one of my other fanfictions got "Flamed" recently, about how the reviewer wished the story never came into existence. I'm still trying to get over that.
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"Hunter, did you just kill a Prophet?"
"It appears I did, Ghost."
"You do realise that Prophets have tracking devices? If they die, every single covenant member will know where the body is."
Just then, a Super-carrier appeared from slip-space.
-Main story-
Hunter and Reaper approached New Alexandra. They were shocked to discover it was under attack. They quickly entered the city and encountered a marine.
"Greetings. My name is Redshirt Victim, ricochet master."
"But I'm a ricochet master." Said Reaper.
Redshirt looked terrified. "But... If I have the same skills as you... and since my shirt is red... I'm going to die, aren't I?"
"Seems like it." Replied Hunter.
Redshirt started crying, and was quickly killed by a suicide grunt.
-Meanwhile-
"And by allowing more world-solid matter to partly pass through the energy-reductor shield..."
"Yeah..." started Emile. "I just remembered, Kat. You're boring, and my legs work."
-Meanwhile-
Arbiter focused, and his new hand split apart and became a bunch of tentacles. Laughing, Arbiter used these tentacles to pick up multiple energy swords.
-Two years later-
Venva smiled to himself. His presence on Reach, under the Arbiter, had allowed him access to the one item that could kill the demon, the one weapon that could help him win. He looked around. There were rumours of human activity here. He would find them, crush them, and move on.
-Two years earlier-
Venva, angry over his brother's death, snuck into the Arbiter's room. He saw many weapons, armours and books, oddly enough.
Then he found it.
-Three years prior-
"Does Hunter have any unstoppable rage left?"
"Nope."
"Does Boomer have any high explosives he could use?"
"Nope."
"Is there any ricochet points on it?"
"Yes, but nothing big enough to make a big bang."
GTM looked at Reaper and Ghost, and then silently contacted Them. They could do what was required.
Just before it could open fire, the Super-carrier was ripped through a wormhole.
-Three years later-
"Hunter?"
"Yes."
"Notice the amount of Brutes?"
"Yeah."
"Notice how the falcon we need to get to is right there, right on the other side of the small army of space-monkeys?"
"Yeah."
"Do you think this is a good time to contact Them?
"Alright, you win; keeping GTM on your friends list on SpartanBook was a good idea. Can you just activate the wormhole? Preferable not sucking us into the future, forcing us to see your even-more-badass-future-self fight a small army by himself?"
Reaper pressed some buttons. After the greeting, in which GTM alerted them that they had not spoken in a year, and asked if Reaper wanted his pet AI back yet, GTM contacted Them, and a small wormhole devoured the brutes. Unfortunetly, the wormhole also sucked them in.
-Two years, three months later-
"REAPER, YOU FOOL!"
"Ah. Almost missed this."
"WHERE ARE WE!?"
"On what seems to be an alien space-station. Judging by the design, it is-"
They were interrupted by a low growl, some machine gun fire, and a voice, distant, obviously talking to someone else.
"They may have won, my will defied. But my vengeance on you will NOT! BE! DENIED!"
Just then, the two Spartans were sucked back to their own time.
-Three months earlier-
Venva examined the scene. He was holding a human female by the throat, over a cliff. The other remaining human was watching in horror.
"Let her go!" Exclaimed the male human.
Venva raised an eyebrow. "A poor choice of words."
Then he let go.
-Two years earlier-
The arbiter ran at the small squad of human. There bullets, at least the ones that penetrated his shields, went right through him, only to be reformed moments later by flood biomass. One human, somehow, stole one of his blades and cut off his Non-flood hand. It quickly regrew. Then, on a thought, Arbiter sprouted two new arms, entirely made of flood biomass, and quickly armed himself with a sword in each hand.
-Meanwhile-
"And then the opposition will likely crumble, as the affect of the plasma-retardant shield will"
"Kat..." Began Jun. "I've got... a... well..."
Then he fled the room.
-Meanwhile-
"This is my seat." Protested Reaper. "I always pilot the falcon."
"Not this time." Said the marine, two seconds before he died of a bad case of broken neck.
-Three years prior-
"How..." Began the group AI, Grim.
GTM made some chirping noises, and then tuned to Reaper.
"It asks..." Began Grim. "If you will allow the AI- that is to say, me- to be uploaded into his computer system, so I can better understand what happened."
"Sure, knock yourself out.
-Three years later-
"I hope we survive." Said the pilot of the evac shuttle. Who was, oddly, wearing a red shirt. "I've got a family back home. I've even got a picture of them." He got out said picture. "See? And I'm retiring tomorrow, so I can live with my family."
Everyone else on the suddenly doomed ship got off.
-Meanwhile-
"Of course, this may lead to complications in the matrix of the needle complex, but a shard cannot penetrate unless under heavy radiation..."
"I left the oven on." Said Carter, running out of the room.
"It's my turn for doing the washing up." Said C, racing after him.
J looked at Kat. "You're weird." He said, walking out.
-Meanwhile-
Hunter fired his machine gun, not noticing that he shot down several marines to get the one chieftain. He didn't care, at least.
"This is evac shuttle echo two. I'm a redshirt, so I have to go now!"
"Sure. Go ahead. Attract the attention of the thin that will kill you in one hit."
The pilot, not noticing the sarcasm, took off. He lasted a surprising two seconds before it was shot down.
-Meanwhile-
Author Note: Due to the idiocy of the man who re-arranged this story after Emile burnt parts of it, the following scene was put here, as well as where it is supposed to go, during the mind-screw sequence. Don't like, hit Emile.
"You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes."
Reaper considered his options. He knew it was all in his head. One option led him to become part of it. The question was which one? The blue pill, which showed him as embracing bliss ignorance, and possibly joining it, or the red pill, which would make him accept the painful truth, possibly painful enough that it could get him anyway.? Reaper decided to take a third option, and grabbed both of them, crushed them into a purple liquid and digested it. He heard a growl of displeasure as the illusion fell apart, letting him see the real world for the first time in days...
Author's note: The incorrect scene, also known as the sequel hook, is now over. Please see one of the sequels [coming possibly never, but likely in a few months/years] for more info.
-Back to story-
"Really, Author? Two sequel hooks, and you're not even halfway there?" asked Reaper, as he pushed the button.
The missiles hit the Corvette, causing it to blow up. The evac shuttles took off.
"Thanks, Spartans, you saved a lot of lives today."
"It's my job." Replied Reaper.
"Still, I thank you. You know, you sound like someone I went to pilot school with. She always complained how her little brother died of something suspicious, right after the S-III sign up people left. She called herself Moesword. Or was it LoeSheild? Something along those lines.
Hunter knew Reaper well enough to know he wasn't going to let this lie. Given the fact that Spartan Three's were cloned to cover up their disappearance, and those clones all died soon afterwards, it was possible that Reaper had found the thing he was looking for.
"Repeat, this is Noble Two. Five, Six, do you read me?"
"This is Six. Go to hell, Noble Two. I hope someone headshot's you with a needle rifle.
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Please don't hate on the sequel hooks. They're my only way of guaranteeing that you guys read the sequels. In case you're wondering, the sequels I'm doing are:
Halo: CEA
Halo: First strike [Novel]
Halo 2
Halo 3
Whatever comes after it.
Once I'm almost finished this, I'll post a poll for Idea's for the name of the sequel. You input is valued. As long as it is in a review with praise of how awesome and brilliant I am.