Augh! I haven't updated since, well, ever! That's so disheartening. Makes me want to stab something. I'm also working on EoTW as well, so don't panic (in bright, large friendly letters) Halo is owned by Bungie, Metroid is owned by Nintendo, and any other reference I make belongs to their respective owners. Such as RvB belongs to Roosterteeth. And to make up my terrible chapter before this one, I shall make it super long. Oh, and I was asked to do a lemon. While I don't want to upset the person who asked for it, I don't want to freak out people who don't. Opinions on the matter would be useful.

Target: Samus Aran

Description: Chozo Bounty Hunter

Location: UNSC Pillar of Autumn

Time: 0800 Hours

Samus disliked Master Chief. Yes, he was an excellent fighter and apparently a great leader, but that didn't change that fact that his attitude pissed her off. She admitted herself that much, as she strode briskly though the halls of the UNSC ship to the landing bay where her Gunship was located. Her Gunship, her precious starcraft that she had modified though the years, one of the last gifts of Chozo technology she had. She came to a upper walkways of the docking bay, with marines guarding her ship and technicians working busily around it. Samus leaped into the air, landing gracefully on the top of her ship. Then she jumped down, startling the marines that were guarding it. They watched her suspiciously.

"Only qualified personnel are allowed inside the ship." One of them said blankly, ready to open fire. Samus was already annoyed, so his attitude really wasn't helping.

"Let's get this straight; this is my ship. MY ship." She snapped coldly "I am the only 'qualified personnel' for it. You're lucky I set the ship so that it wouldn't turn any creature within 10 yards of it into a puddle of steaming goo. If you want, I can do that." She stalked onto the platform that appeared from her presence, and stepped inside. Once inside her haven, she gave out a loud sigh of relief. Safe at last.

"Adam, open up communication with Dane. Now." She was in no mood for snazzy retorts. Not in the least. Adam, even though he was an AI, could tell that about her, and merely opened up the communication, sending it on emergency broadcast to the Olympus. The Admiral's hologram appeared, and Samus watched it carefully.

"Yes Samus?" He asked, in full business mode. Dane knew that she would only broadcast on the channel she was on if it was important. Very important.

"I want you to set up a Phazon Madness treatment lab. ASAP. I'll be there in a day." She was going to go there. Fast. As fast as possible. Admiral Dane raised an eyebrow. Being an Admiral, one could do such a thing.

"Why is that, Samus?" His tone was plain, but held all the authority of a Admiral. He spoke as a question, but one would know better than to simply say 'I'm not telling' to an Admiral.

"One of their 'Spartans' has been infected with Phazon. If we can draw it out with a PED similar to mine, we should be able to save him." That was true enough. The Federation, with the help of studies taken from Samus' and the three other Hunters' PEDs, managed to made a crude, but effective way to treat Phazon Sickness and/or Madness.

"Samus, I hope you know that the PRD is still in its testing stage." He warned. PRD stood for Phazon Removal Device. Made by reverse engineering, to say the least.

"I know that very well Admiral." She replied coolly. "But this is our one chance to get along with the UNSC. I don't want to blow that, and I think you want to either." She knew that Dane was cautious man, but with the progress that they'd been making with the Space Pirates, they would need all the help they could possibly get.

"I'll have a team begin setting up Samus, but I hope that you know just what the hell you're doing." He informed her testily.

"And what about that mission you wanted me to take care of?" She asked, realizing that she was in the sector on her way to Olympus for a mission.

"Well, it was to investigate some strange sightings of unknown ships attacking colonies, but the information you've presented has led us to believe that its the Covenant." Someone passed him a report. "And we want you to stay with the UNSC and establish a good relation between us. We want to be allies, so best behavior please." He ordered, and Samus stared at him agape in horror from behind her helmet, but regained her cool enough to reply.

"OK, Admiral," She answered with a sly smile. "But I'm a bounty hunter, not a GF diplomat. I expect to be paid for this job."

"Considered yourself hired then." He replied, and the communication ended between them. Samus strode into her quarters, and look out a set of one of the few civillian clothes she had, and her suit disappeared. Then she stepped into the bathroom and slipped off her Zerosuit, stepping into the shower as the water turned on.

Hot water poured down on her, hot enough to provide burns to most people. She stood with her eyes shut, her head up for few minutes, the water rhythmically beating down on her face. Samus gathered her thoughts on how to keep herself from crushing Master Chief's head like a nutcracker as classical music echoed peacefully throughout her ship.

Target: Master Chief

Description: UNSC SPARTAN

Location: UNSC Pillar of Autumn

Time: 0850 Hours

Chief disliked Samus Aran. Of course, he knew her as 'Hunter', but he still disliked her. While she was attractive, and she seemed just as good as he in combat, it didn't change the fact that her attitude pissed him off. He assured himself this as he helped hold down William, who seemed insane.

"Its mine! The Phazon is mine!" His fellow Spartan called, and Chief wanted to do something desperately to help his friend. He didn't want to loose him like he had with so many others. The Spartan's fate rested on whether or not the bounty hunter could get what she needed to done. He noticed Cortana's hologram appear up on a console nearby, and walked over to it.

"Cortana, what did you find?" Chief asked, wanting to get information about his, as it seemed, new rival of sorts. Though he really didn't look at people that way, but he didn't have a place to classify her. She wasn't an ally, they disliked each other to much. She wasn't a superior, and she wasn't an enemy. His head spun as he tried to find a place to put her, and 'rival' seemed the best choice.

"Well, I found some information on Samus." She said matter-o-factly, as she did when she found something good. Chief raised an eyebrow underneath his helmet.

"Samus?" He asked, remembering that the large dragon Ridley had refereed to her a such. Was that another title of hers?

"Her name. Her name is Samus Aran, and she seems to have saved the galaxy a few times." Chief could see that Cortana had the gleeful 'I found some cool info' look about her. "She wasn't lying about being a bounty hunter, but her record is amazing. She isn't one of those low-lying kind of hunters that will stab their employer in the back. I couldn't get all the files, as many of them were locked out, but I managed to find a Galactic Federation file on her past in her database. Apparently she was raised on a mining colony on K-2L until our Space Pirates friends went and killed everyone, except for her.

Then she disappeared off the radar until she popped up when she was 17, claiming that she had been raised by a species called the Chozo, and was working in the Federation police, which is apparently a 'one-in-a-million' chance of entering, and she was the top of her class. Then she left mysteriously, and popped up a few years later as a bounty hunter. Most didn't even know that it was the woman who left the Federation Police a few years before." Cortana went on, explaining Samus' past until her Corruption mission, which had not been published in her article from the Federation yet. Chief knew that is was just an normal overview, but could not help be surprised with her history.

'Looks like I should at least treat her with some respect.' He thought, picking up Cortana and linking her into his helmet again. Cortana was giddy, with some of Samus' secrets unraveled, but now knew that Samus had some right to information about Chief. Of course, she wouldn't tell Chief that, as he would probably freak out, but she would sure tell Samus.

Suddenly a marine burst in the room, breathing heavily.

"Chief, you have to see this." He said breathlessly, and motioned the Spartan to follow him. They went though the halls rather quickly, and entered the training room of the ship. Inside, there was a rather large crowd watching, you guessed it, Samus.

"What the?" Chief exclaimed as Samus was ruthlessly beating a group of marines that had decided to see if they could knock her down a notch. She ran up a wall, grabbing one of the marines with her legs and slamming him down in a backflip of a sort, then doing a few more flips to dodge the tackles of more soldiers. The ones watching were taking bets, but she seemed not be paying attention, coolly dodging the attacks of the UNSC personnel.

"What's going on here?!" Chief shouted, making the room silent and the soldiers stop attacking Samus, who brushed herself off and stood. She was wearing a teal and gray jacket, with a matching short-sleeved shirt and pants. Her hair was tied up in a neat ponytail, with two long bangs angling her face. The bounty hunter shrugged.

"The challenged me while I was training in here. Then a crowd formed and bets began to get placed. Wasn't my fault, besides, I could use the training out of my suit." She had a cool attitude about herself as she nonchalantly sat down at a bench, seeing if the marines hit her. "Nope, not yet." She told the crowd, and a few disappointed sighs came out as money was shuffled around.

"Shouldn't we be dealing with the whole Phazon issue?" He told her as he strode over, getting annoyed. His friend was going insane, and she was taking bets! Her stare at him hardened into a glare.

"I spoke with Sgt. Johnson. He's talking with a Commanders Keyes person on whether or not they're going to allow your Spartan on my ship again. I'm merely passing the time." She snapped icily. He inwardly breathed a sigh of relief that she spoke with Johnson, but realized that she could be helping the medics with his condition.

"Then couldn't you be helping the medics with him?" He asked, trying to keep calm. She shook her head.

"No, there's nothing I can do here. You have none of the equipment that he needs. So my plan is to take him into my ship and take him to the G.F.S. Olympus, in which they will try their prototype removal system on him." She replied, folding her arms as she waited for the marines to get up and fight. They were on the ground groaning about whatever part of their body she had kicked, punched, or slammed against the wall and/or floor. Some were combinations.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't injure the personnel." He hissed at her, and she raised an golden eyebrow.

"Sure." She replied sarcastically. "I'm the low, deceiving one." Her gaze went over to the men, most unconscious.

"You're a bounty hunter," A marine snapped with attitude. "Its your job. You even got one of the Spartans poisoned by some unknown substance!" The man's attitude evaporated with a glare from Master Chief, but when he turned over to Samus, he noticed for a moment her expression looked almost hurt, and definitely guilty. She noticed him looking and her old, hard attitude instantly took control again. She stood up as another marine came up; a member of the ODST squad, judging by the way the room fell silent. The ODST marines were the elite of the UNSC, besides the Spartans of course.

"The rookies will be reported on their actions, sir." He said, saluting the spartan. Master Chief recognized him by his appearance.

"Gunnery Sergeant Stacker." Chief said with mild surprise and the man nodded, apparently honored that the 'hero of the UNSC' remembered him. Samus looked at the Sergeant curiously, but then merely shrugged and began to walk off. Chief noticed that she didn't walk like a female normally did. Her strides were straight, unlike the slight swag that civilian women made. She moved like a soldier, always tense, and could probably immediately spring into action if anything happened, which is useful in a battle.

"I'm going to my ship." She said, and left the room, leaving the ODST and Chief to deal with the rookies that had caused the whole heap of trouble.

'Leave it to you to analyze how a girl fights and never just check a woman out.' Cortana mused, chuckling inside of his helmet.

"Thank you Sergeant." He replied to the blue-eyed ODST marine. He nodded and began rounding up the troublemakers as Chief walked out, many eyes on him. He went and followed her as she walked aimlessly back to her Gunship.

Target: Prophet of Truth

Description: Prophet of the Covenant

Location: Covenant Council Hall - Unknown

Time: 0900 Hours

Being a Prophet of the Covenant was not as easy at is seemed. Especially when you were now allied with a bunch of barbarians who called themselves Space Pirates. Their name suited them well, as they seemed to enjoy killing things, mainly for the sake of killing things. Especially their leader, who called himself Ridley. Truth really wanted to insult him, but seeing the way the Space Dragon took out one of their Scarabs, he decided it would be best not to anger the large dragon, so here he was. Trying to calm down the Covenant council, who were angered by their new allies. Their bickering, shouting, arguing, and fighting could be heard throughout the halls surrounding the Council room. The Prophet was also developing a terrible headache, probably from all this stress he'd been forced to deal with lately. And the fact that there was another Demon, whom the Pirates called the Hunter, to deal with. A Hunter and a Demon. Exactly what he needed to brighten up his day.

"Order, Order!" Another prophet shouted, and the council slowly began to die down. Truth sighed.

"We understand you're anger about our new... allies." He spoke with distaste to make it obvious that he didn't like it much either. "But with these newfound enemies, we cannot afford to have ourselves out numbered!"

"They are heretics!" A elite shouted. "They have no honor or respect!" Other councilmen nodded in agreement.

"We fully understand that," Truth said, staring at the group. "We can deal with the Pirates and that monster leader of their's as soon as we have these Federation fools out of our way. After dealing with them and that Demon, we may activate the rings and bring enlightenment to out people!" He exclaimed eloquently, getting a roar of applause from the group. Little did he realize that the 'monster leader' had a certain someone playing spy.

After the council broke, a grunt turned into a corner and began to crackle with pink energy. A few moments later and a pink humanoid figure disappeared into the shadows, cackling quietly.

Any more than that and I would need a new chapter. Pretty nice amount, more than my other chapters. I'll update my other fanfictions soon, but I just finished Halo 2 (again) and Metriod Prime 3 (again) while my brother and I were making jokes about Covenant vs. Space Pirates. Bye!