Marksville, Indiana-Young Justice Universe

June 16th, 2010-2: 45 PM

Liz watched as Abigail scores yet another goal for the team. The Stopfordian was absolutely proud at how her girls turned out. They have suffered only one lost and that was against the Rangers two weeks back but today the Pirates will show their rivals how it's done in this rematch.

"Come on Abigail!" Farrington called out. Nate, on the other hand, watched the spectacle in complete and utter amusement. The American had never seen the appeal in soccer, yet he was still willing to support Lizzie with her efforts.

"I think they're doing just fine."

"Some encouragement doesn't hurt now and then."

"True." He admitted as the goalie missed catching the ball by mere inches.


Washington, D.C., the United States of America-Young Justice Universe

June 19th, 2010- 7: 32 PM

The core members of the Justice League couldn't believe their eyes. Hundreds of alien ships of unknown origin appeared out of nowhere after a lone vessel infiltrated Earth's atmosphere and when the heroes attempted to deal with the intruder, one of their peers questioningly shouted out advice as to how to best take down the unknown ship.

Now their suspicions were confirmed in a somewhat surprising manner as Hawkgirl greeted the leader with military courtesy and professionalism, not to mention how the aliens were just like her.

"Lieutenant Shayera." The male extraterrestrial acknowledged. Then the Hawk-like alien glanced at the other eyewitnesses, speaking to the heroes in a diplomatic, although firm tone. "Take us to your leaders. It's urgent."


The Ark- Young Justice Universe

June 20th, 2010- 6: 45 AM

The stranded crewmembers were hastily recalled to the space station to discuss recent events. Most of the UNSC personnel were expecting to deal with an imminent Gongordian invasion of Earth. Most that is, but Agu was on the verge of a panic attack as he realizes the similarities to the DCAU series.

"This is bad. Really bad."

"Calm down, Romeo."

"This is exactly like the DCAU episodes Starcrossed." The sharpshooter and reputed comic book expert warned. "These Thangarians, the Hawkmen, came to Earth because of their enemy, or so they claimed. The only way they saw themselves winning their conflict was to destroy Earth."

Everyone in the room remained silent as they took the news in until Cortana spoke up.

"If Agu is right, then that means that the discovery of their plans will be in about a few hours."

"Okay, we have one ship and the Ark..." Miranda had an idea. "Guilty? Do you think its possible to modify the Ark?"

"With all due respect, ma'am but have you lost your mind!" Johnson shouted in disbelief at her proposal.

"Oh no, we are not going to build Halos, are we?" Meyer interrogated. "Because that is counterproductive, Commander."

Keyes shook her head. "No, that wasn't what I had in mind. I was thinking that we make modifications to have an EMP strike their fleet. Is it possible?"

"Why certainly, Reclaimer!" The Forerunner AI declared after running some calculations."I'll have the sentinels get started right away, although it may take time."

"We may not have time." The naval officer muttered. "Major?"

The trooper ears perked up. "Yes, ma'am."

"Meet me in my quarters in five to discuss strategy. As for the rest of you, get prepped. This is going to be a long campaign."


Marksville State Park

Marksville, Indiana-Young Justice Universe

June 20th, 2010- 1: 45 PM

Markus couldn't believe it. These Hawkmen had betrayed Earth and the birds had the audacity to call martial law while they're at it!

The paratrooper was one of a handful of Reservists and National Guardsmen who have made it out of Chicago. There were not just soldiers who were with the Major but Marines, airmen, and a few sailors from the Navy's training center, some of whom were just days into their training when the surprise attack occurred.

"What are we going to do, sir?" A young private asked the current highest ranking officer.

Major Harris sighs. "I honestly don't know...But I'm determined to fight back." The veteran wasn't going to allow some men with wings and utilizing medieval style weaponry get the best of Uncle Sam.

But suddenly the sound of a twig snapped and the American servicemen instinctively aimed their rifles at two black-clad figures leading civilians and a few policemen to the temporary operations center.

They were without a doubt apart of the UNSC and the pair were escorting refugees into the wilderness for safety.

'It's enough to start a guerrilla campaign.' Harris thought as one of the UNSC personnel approached him.

"Can we speak with you privately?"

"Nate?"

"Not now, Mark." The man whispered from the anonymous helmet. "What Liz and I are about to tell you is crazy to believe but its the truth." The Marine confessed. "And as a gift, we brought along munitions for you and the men."

"What kind of munitions?"

"The futuristic kind." The Raider declared cheekily as he led the superior officer away to have a 'private discussion'.


Master Chief Petty Officer Sierra 117

Okinawa, Japan

June 20th, 2010- 1: 45 PM

"Listen up Marines!" Staff Sergeant Smith barked. "We've repulsed the third wave but the damn fools are coming right back!" The Leatherneck pointed his hand at the supersoldier standing beside him. "Luckily for us, we have an ally willing to work alongside us unlike the ever grateful Justice League! Hold the line at all cost!"

Chief was currently on the island assisting American Jarheads and the Japanese Self Defense Force in defending the former battlegroup. It was somewhat ironic that over seventy years before that these two forces were brutally fighting against one another years before on this very island during the Second World War, but today the former enemies and allies for years resisted the alien invaders from taking Okinawa.

Glancing over to his right, the Spartan-II noticed a rocket launcher on the ground nearby. 117 picked up the Stinger and aimed it, firing a rocket at one of the Thanagarian fighters as it strafes the trench line.

"I believe you're having too much fun, John." His companion, Cortana pointed out. "Remember the last time on the second Halo?"

"Don't remind me."

"Spartan?" A voice cracked on his radio. "This is Colonel Polonsky of the Third Marine Division."

"Go ahead, sir."

"We need you to assist a detachment of MEU(SOC) in breaching one of their crashed warships. The Force Recon platoon is under the command of Lieutenant Vasquez. I'm patching you to him right now."

"Understood."

"Sierra? This is Outlaw. We've reached the perimeter but are under heavy fire. "

The supersoldier saw the Devil Dogs being pinned down by the defensives of the down Thanagarian ship. Rushing into 'Spartan time', John threw thermite grenades onto the turrets, melting the metal, thus causing the barrels to bend. 117 then noticed a flock of hawkmen swooping down in an attempt to grab some Marines in a tactic similar to the Buggers. Aiming his BR55, John picked off the squadron one by one until none remained, miraculously preventing the aliens from grasping their 'prey'.

"Outlaw? This is Deadly. We're approaching the ship and softening them up now."

Chief witnessed the ancient Cobra attack helicopter utilized its chaingun and rockets against the Thangarian infantry. With the AA guns and artillery down, it would mean that the joint American-Japanese forces would dominate the skies once more and free up fire support for the upcoming counteroffensive.

The supersoldier pushed on, thinning the enemy ranks dozens at a time and eventually, he saw the Force Recon Marines with a prisoner.

"Thanks, Spartan! We'll take it from here." Vasquez focused his attention on a Sergeant. "Jackson! Let command know that the asset has been seized!"

"Aye, Lieutenant."

"Sir? Are you sure you don't require an escort?"

"Command has some MARSOC Raiders and a few Rangers en route." The Jarhead acknowledged. "Just make sure that the aliens don't capture the island."

Chief nodded and reloaded his Battle Rifle with a fresh magazine before pulling back the charging handle and the Spartan headed off to war.


Commander Miranda Keyes

The Ark-Young Justice Universe

June 20th, 2010- 2: 00 PM

"Guilty? What is the situation on the ground?"

"Erde is under heavy assault, reclaimer." The Forerunner AI announced. " Your Spartan has just driven back the attack on Okinawa. Buck and his squad are arriving at their target and the rest of Alpha-Nine are assisting local forces in sabotage."

"What about Johnson?"

"When I last spoke to him, he mentioned something about Stalingrad. If I may, what is the significance of this Stalingrad, reclaimer?"

Miranda brought a hand against her face as she realized the implication of Johnson's leisure. "Oh shit."


Ten miles outside Saint Petersburg, the Russian Federation-Young Justice Universe

June 20th, 2010- 2: 00 PM

"URAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Johnson grinned as he heard the infamous warcry and the Jarhead was grateful for joining in the head-on assault against the Thanagarian menace. "Come on you sons of bitches! Don't you understand that Russia is impregnable to conquest?!"

"Comrade Sergeant." One of the hand-picked Russian crewmen smirks with delight. "This mechanical marvel is amazing!"

"Glad you like ninety millimeters of divine intervention, Ivan!" The Marine laughed. "This here is the greatest achievement of humanity. If God is love, then you may call me Cupid!"

The Russian Corporal chuckled. "That's a good one, my friend, even though I'm an atheist."

"What did you just say!?"

"I'm an atheist, Sergeant."

"Mmmhmm..." Avery glared at Romanov as the Sergeant Major chomped on his cigar."Be thankful that you are not in a foxhole then." The Chicagoan muttered as he spotted his next target. "Tank, right flank! Armor piercing, elevation two degrees!"

"Engaging!"


Hours earlier...

Marksville, Indiana

"Stay back!" Gwendolyn warns one of the birdmen as her daughter hid behind her, frightened.

"Shoot us then!" A Thangarian taunted while one of his comrades smashed a few of the family's portraits. "Daddy's not here to protect you, sweetheart."

Yet a familiar voice boomed "Well, I am!"

Abigail and Gwen watched as a black armored man lept onto the hawkperson and pulled out a knife. He sounded just like Nathan but there was no way he was apart of the UNSC, could he?

"Gwen! Abigail!"

"Liz?"

The daughter and her mother watched as the lens went from silver to clear. "There's no time to explain! Move!"

The Major spanned around and aimed her MA5 at the other Thangarian who was attempting to pull the Raider off his comrade. Farrington waited until there was a clear shot and she unleashed a burst of 7.62 as Nate managed to stab the bird of prey. The duo quickly scanned their immediate surroundings for more of the extraterrestrials before checking on their friend and her child.

Abigail was crying in the family room while Gwen consoled her, although the chestnut-haired woman glared at the people she thought she knew.

"So apparently you were hiding something." Misses Harris pointed out.

Liz pulled off her helmet and tucked it underneath her arm. "I presume so."

"All clear!" Meyer called out. The house was only one story and the Hoosier went to rejoin the others, taking off his ODST helmet as well.

"Look, let's take a seat and we'll explain everything." The Manc suggested.

"Very well, but I expect the complete story."

"You have my word." Elizabeth promised.


Marksville State Park

Marksville, Indiana-Young Justice Universe

June 20th, 2010- 2: 00 PM

"This is unreal...Alternate realities? A space navy and genocidal aliens...? Actually, I can believe the last part."

"Unfortunately." Elizabeth declared while Mark held Gwen's hand. "But believe us."

Personally, Mark thought they're insane, but there was some evidence to back their claim as they are wearing highly advanced armor, not to mention the futuristic weaponry handed out to men, the remaining policemen, and volunteers.

"Very well. And I can't thank you enough for the munitions."

"You're going to need them soon, sir." Nathan grins. "The Thangarians are going to learn the meaning of 'Hell on Earth'.


Sergeant Nathaniel Meyer

Marksville, Indiana

June 20th, 2010- 2: 00 PM

The Thangarian occupation force was obviously not expecting any resistance from the local populace, yet with a nation that had an overwhelming stockpile of firearms, not to mention the patriotic heritage of its citizenry, a revolt was inevitable to say the least. Meyer just finished placing a bullet into a Thangarian Corporal after clipping its wing with a Magnum. Nathaniel thought of the ancient film 'Red Dawn' and the scene was undeniably pure guerilla warfare. It was the third patrol annihilated by the partisans, but until the extraterrestrials leave Earth, it certainly was not going to a cakewalk.

Gazing away from an alien transport destroyed earlier by an improvised explosive device, Nathan saw a hawkman flying towards him and the Raider was about to respond when a crack occurred behind him. The Indiana native from the future glanced back and saw his saviors in Real Tree camouflage at the treeline.

"Nice shot, Jimmy." An elderly man complimented.

"Thank you, grandpa." The young boy lowered the old M1 Carbine and grinned at his grandfather. "Was this like World War Two, Grandpa Jack?"

"Hold on. World War II?" Nathan interrogated. To those living in the present, it was a gratification to talk to one of the 'Greatest Generation', but to Meyer, a literal sense of ancient history had come alive and it was an era in which men fought and died in great conflicts, unsurpassed in determination and scale until the Rainforest Wars and the Human-Covenant War.

"I was with Patton in North Africa." Robinson smirks. "I sure wish that I had my Sherman here and blast these pests away with the old 75."

"Remind me to bring you a beer after this is all over."The Marine offered. "Actually, a six pack."

"I'll hold you to it, son."


Alpha-Nine

Somewhere in South Africa

June 20th, 2010- 2: 00 PM

"Well shit, I didn't expect that we'll be back on a safari anytime soon."

"And last I heard, the Major is having a good time in merry old England." Mickey added to the evergrowing list of complaints.

"Will you shut up!?" Buck snapped at the whiners. "We're Helljumpers, not measly Air Force recruits who gripe at the lack of air conditioning so check your mouths and show the Thara-whatevers that mankind is not one to be trifled with."

"Thanagarians." The Sharpshooter corrected, yet Edward ignored him.

"Dutch! Use the laser!"

"Right on it!" The trooper acknowledged. "DON'T CROSS MY STREAM, TURKEYS!"

"Damn. I didn't think it would cook them well done." Crespo commented.

Rookie shook his head at his compatriots' antics and aimed his M7 at another of the aliens,

"Nice shot, Rookie." Gretchen complimented

"Okay, we're about there." The Gunnery Sergeant then saw the target building right before them. If the Helljumpers take out the generator, the Thangarian war machine in the region would be hindered.

"Well, you know the plan."Buck declared as he reloaded his MA5 with a fresh magazine. "Provide covering fire for Mickey and we'll see this fabrication blown."

"OORAH!" The troopers proceeded to attack the garrison. Dutch and Buck charged head on while Rookie and Gretchen flanked the birds, and of course, Romeo provided sniper support, taking out the Thangarian commander but thanks to the intensity of the engagement, Crespo was forced to crawl his way to the power generator in order to place the plastic explosives.

"MICKEY! IS THE C12 PLANTED?"

"Yes, Guns!"The demolitions expert confirmed as he helped himself up. "I suggest retreating!"

As if by instinct, the ODSTs began to ran just as the timer reached the ending point.

"Ma'am? We have taken down the structure."

"Excellent work, Sergeant." The Commander skipped the pleasantries and went on to business. "Your squad is needed at Berlin."

"You heard her!" Edward shouted. "After this, I'll buy the beer!"


Veronica Dare

Alexandria, Egypt

June 20th, 2010- 2: 00 PM

Dare wasn't expecting to fight in the desert near the Great Pyramids of Giza, but Veronica certainly realized that this was rather normal in this reality as no matter what, there was a perpetual conflict between heroes and villains even in the most unexpected of places. The blonde aimed her Magnum at one of the fowl as he swoop down in an attempt to grasp the agent, but the Office of Naval Intelligence had recruited her for a reason and the alien forfeited his life.

"Dare? What's the situation in Egypt?"

"About ridden of pests." The ONI operative growled to Keyes as she watched a joint Arab-Isreali taskforce launch their counteroffensive. The enemies have put aside their differences in order to free up the vital shipping route for the overall global counterattack.


Major Elizabeth Farrington

Ringway, Greater Manchester, England, United Kingdom

June 20th, 2010- 5: 00 PM

"Well, I didn't think the Commander would send us here."

"Homesick already, babe?"

"You are quite the cockwomble." Elizabeth grumbled as the ground began to shake.

"Incoming!" A young private from the Parachute Regiment warned the couple of an artillery barrage. Meyer and Farrington instinctively took cover behind a wall in order to be sheltered from the bombardment and the soldier rushed over to join them behind the concrete structure.

"Are you alright?"

The young private noticed the rank. "Yes, ma'am. The Goddamn manbirds just overwhelmed our defenses at the airport. We're still evacuating civilians, but I'm afraid that they have hostages."

"Where's the rest of your unit, Private?" Meyer questioned.

"Dead, Sergeant...Wait, you're the UNSC."

"What? Expecting Batman and Robin?"

"Why no ma'am." The parachutist replied as he reloaded his bullpup. "Private Jonathan Winstanley reporting by the way."

"Okay, you're with us for now."

Winstanley raised his L85A2 at a pair of incoming Thanagarians attempting to swoop down and attack the defenders but the two Marines and lone soldier showed the hawks why Earth was not one to be trifled with.

"Good shooting, kid."

"Don't you mean lad?" The Major questioned Nathan amusedly.

"No, kid."

"Err...Is there something I need to know, ma'am?"

"Nothing. He's just an American daft a'peth."

"Hey!"

Jonathan chuckled. "So I see."

Liz snickered but stopped as the Stopfordian saw a Platoon of Royal Engineers retreating from "Covering fire!"

Nathan noticed a discarded L7 Medium Machine Gun on the ground next to a crate. Picking it up, the Devil Dog unfolded the bipod, lied down into the prone position, and unleashed a hail of lead at the incoming enemy. The raptors were not expecting machinegun fire from the MMG and flew away from the volley, but it only made them easy pickings for the infantry as they retreated.

"What's the situation?" Farrington asked the Captain.

"The bloody aliens are currently driving us away from the runway at Manchester International. We're attempting to distract them until either the SAS or SBS can infiltrate the main hangar."

"Understood." Liz acknowledged as she slapped the magazine into her rifle. "Although I do not know why the Special Boat Service would be out here."

"Its an all hands on deck situation, I say." The officer wisecracked. "And the Seventh Armor is having a hell of a melee in Birmingham."

Nathan handed the L7 back to one of the Brits and aimed his M395 DMR at some flankers, nailing one of the fowls in the eyeball. The feat of marksmanship didn't go unnoticed by the platoon nor the invaders. Meyer swung the rifle to the right, picking off a Thangarian NCO before the opposition decided to retreat even though the Marine added another bird to the pile of corpses littering the war zone.

"Sqaw back where you came from, you chickens!" The Raider whooped, causing Liz to shake her head.

"You really worry me."

Nathan shrugs. "I'm just doing my job."

"Arsehole." Elizabeth muttered, but the sound of screeching drew her attention to a man with purple dyed hair battling the birds out.

"Welcome to Machester, buggers!"

"Well, is it just me or do I see some weirdo in a leather jacket with a bad hairdo." The Jarhead quipped as the unknown utilized telepathy against the opposition.

"Well, that's impressive." Liz complimented.

"Manchester Black. Or just Black if you insist, love."

Nathan gnarls at the overbearing Brit. "Whatever, punk. I don't have tea and crumpets with me since its a Saturday and besides, I prefer the patriotic coffee with biscuits and gravy on the side anyway."

Black, in response, glared at the outsider. "I see that someone is an arrogant Yank."

'Not as self-important as you, Black.' Liz snorted and intervened before a brawl happens."Save the discussion for later. We have work to do."

"Very well." The metahuman conceded. "And be sure to tell Uncle Sam that we'll burn down the White House again if your fellow Yanks try anything, Sergeant."

"Whatever, jackass."


Poseidonis, Atlantis

June 20th, 2010- 5: 00 PM

"We should be up there fighting!" Tim complained as Wally continued eating his bag of chips. Most of the sidekicks were disappointed in not assisting their mentors in fighting back against the Thanagarians

"With all due respect, my king, but Robin has a point." Kaldur'ahm mentioned. "We should be up there, assisting the surface dwellers in repelling the invaders."

Orin understood the feeling, but Aquaman had offered to supervise the sidekicks for their safety until the current crisis was dealt with. "This is too dangerous. I understand your frustration, Kaldur and I desire to engage the Thangarians myself, but I've volunteered to watch over you until the incursion is over."

"In other words, hide like cowards." Roy fussed.

Orin ignored the insult from Speedy. "The legions of Atlantis have already assisted in the liberation of Puerto Rico and the Carribean from the hawkmen. Even the UNSC is making progress against the outsiders."

"The UNSC?" Tim questioned. "Why should the glorified murderers get involved?"


Major Elizabeth Farrington

Ringway, Greater Manchester, England, United Kingdom

June 20th, 2010- 8: 00 PM

Liz wasn't expecting to conduct a joint operation with the elite of the British Armed Forces yet Alpha-Nine was reunited for a rather delicate hostage rescue operation. Chief was still dealing with the remaining invaders in Asia and with Johnson away in Russia of all places, it left the ODST unit to get the task done.

"We'll get the civvies out of there one way or another, sir." Buck reassured the SAS Captain. "What's the situation?"

"Here's what we know." Price explained. "The majority of the hostages are next to explosives of unknown design in the center of the hangar."

"Seems the perfect task for Cortana." Farrington muttered.

"Cortana?" Price inquired.

"She's one of our AIs."

"AI, eh." Jonathan allowed the embers to his cigar to fade away as he prepared himself to issue orders. "Soap!? Gaz!? You're with the UNSC." The Englishman barked. "The rest of the unit will enter through the main door and distract the buggers."


Sergeant Nathaniel Meyer

Manchester International Airport. Ringway, Greater Manchester, England, United Kingdom

June 20th, 2010- 8: 00 PM

Nathan was overlooking the scene from his perch as the joint SAS/SBS/ODST prepared to conduct hostage rescue. The Sergeant was waiting patiently for the command and his task was to provide overwatch for the assault team, a simple task in concept with stress as a factor, which summed up his role entirely as the former SRT team member scanned for his first kill as his comrades on the groud prepared to breach.

"Breaching!"

The Raider saw a Thanagarian and nailed the bastard through the slits of his helmet, killing the alien instantaneously. 'He fowled up.' The Jarhead smiled as he swung his rifle to his next target and dispatched the bird with ease. The gun battle was a pure massacre since the Special Operations units were amongst the best, not to mention the Helljumpers.

"All clear!" Price announced. "Soap? See if you and one of the ODSTs can disarm the bombs."

"On it, sir."

Nate watched as Mickey and the Special Air Service Sergeant attempted to dismantle the extraterrestrial explosives. Uncomfortable was putting it lightly as the Marine and his comrades were unsure of the power of the devices. 'Hell, they could even be the Thangarian equivalent of a nuclear bomb for all we know.' The Hoosier considered as he witnesses the EOD attempt and sighs in relief as he heard the final wire cut, even though the Private First Class didn't reassure the troops.

"That was a close one." Crespo declared, causing Farrington to snort.

"Well, if Manchester blew up, I would personally kick your worthless arse straight out of the afterlife and place you on a Flood-infested planet for destroying the city, Private."


Wayne Manor

June 20th, 2010- 8: 00 PM

Alfred sighs as he saw some rubbage stenching the landscape. His employer was adamant with his role of protecting the innocent yet the butler sometimes wondered if the billionaire was having too much fun. Nevertheless, the Englishman was completely loyal to Mister Wayne's crusade against all who commit unspeakable acts and the widespread corruption in Gotham.

"I'll ask Master Bruce to refrain from leaving trash in the yard." Pennyworth muttered while he began disposing of the corpse.


The Ark

June 20th, 2010- 9: 00 PM

"Reclaimer! The modifications to the Ark are now complete!" Spark informed the naval officer.

"Excellent."

"Ma'am?" The voice of Farrington was concerning to say the least as she watched the preparation from a holocall. "Are you sure it's wise to fire off the death machine? We all barely survived the reactivation months ago not to mention the fact that Chief, Johnson, Meyer, and I know what the Halos are capable of all thanks to the bloody, deranged tosser of a cube named Guilty."

"I'm right here, Reclaimer."

Miranda ignored the ramblings and glared at her subordinate. "Major, I feel that the risks are acceptable and besides, Cortana made sure that the calculations were right."

"She's telling the truth and after some double checking, the fleet is toast."

The blonde ODST groaned and muttered under her breath. "Damn knobheads underestimating the power of..."

"What did you say, Marine?"

"Nothing, ma'am."

"I thought so." The Commander simpered as she gave the order. "Guilty? You may fire when ready."


Hro Talak

June 20th, 2010- 9:30 PM

"What's the status of the fleet?!" The leader of the invasion force, Hro Talak, questioned.

"Sir, the entire fleet has been compromised!" One of the Thanagarian bridge officers reported. "Repairs are being made as we speak but we'll not be able to respond for some time."

Hro cursed the EMP that caused damage throughout the fleet. Earth has somehow developed a superweapon capable of disabling an armarda and his ground forces were without support. It was a turning point and the superior officer heard reports of successful Earth counteroffensives against his troops. Regrettably, the planet was not worth the cost in men and material as losses piled up and as soon as the fleet was repaired, Talak was leaving the cursed world behind, forcing those still planetside to fend for themselves. It was a shameful course of action with an inevitable court martial once he arrives back on Thanagar, yet the Gongordians shouldn't expect a fleet coming back and bite them in the rear.

"Hold on, sir! Communications are back online!"A specialist informed. "We're receiving a message-unknown frequency!"

Talak realized that it may as well be the person responsible for the current crisis. With little choice, the leader made his decision. "Put it through."


Commander Miranda Keyes

UNSC Forward Unto Dawn

June 20th, 2010- 9:30 PM

Keyes smiled as she watched the helpless fleet literally became sitting ducks for her MAC cannons. The naval officer was tempted to send shells raining down onto their position, yet courtesy and military professionalism won the mental battle for the commander. Guilty managed to regain communications for the opposition and it would be the only charity they'll receive until the terms of surrender was discussed.

"This is the Captain of the United Nations Space Command vessel Forward Unto Dawn to the head honcho of the Thanagarian invasion fleet. I hereby order you to stand down and surrender to the nations of Earth. This is your only warning."

"Ha! You and your one ship! I have enough men to take over your primitive ves-"

"Try me. As of this moment, nuclear mines are being placed and I would advise you not to move-even if you could-since they are ultrasensitive. Oh, and if you do attempt to board my ship, you'll lose your best chance of ever returning home." Miranda pointed towards her keyboard. "This button right here is purpose-built to send all of us to hell, to say lightly."

The hawkperson glanced at and shook his head. "Very well, human. I hereby surrender my men to the people of Earth."


Cat Grant

United Nations Building- Young Justice Universe

June 21st, 2010- 11: 00 AM

"This is Cat Grant reporting. Thanks to the efforts and courage of the soldiers of the UNSC, the Thanagarians had surrendered to Earth. By the end of the day, no Thanagarians will remain on our planet as they pull out of the Sol System. The Secretary-General of the United Nations will be presenting a medal in gratitude to the soldiers in a private ceremony. Unfortunately, neither the public nor the media are allowed inside as a matter of 'international security', nevertheless, the public will have an interview with our saviors after the function."


Commander Miranda Keyes

United Nations Building- Young Justice Universe

June 21st, 2010- 11: 15 AM

The crew was surprised that the Commander would have an assemblage with the leaders of the world at the United Nations building in order to more effectively combat the ills of society on the alternate 21st Century era Earth. Yet what amazed them the most were the orders to wear Class Alphas Dress Uniforms and reveal their faces, at least while inside. As a result, Keyes and Johnson wore their whilst the troopers were decked out in freshly pressed black tunics and Meyer, of course, was dressed sharply in his blues. However, Chief was not in attendance since he desired to be on standby for any situation, not to mention his preference for wearing his armor constantly and Keyes couldn't blame him. But dealing with politicians was a necessary evil for any high ranking officer and in this situation, it was preferred to establish a trustworthy relationship with national leaders and other government officials.

Not all of the leaders were in attendance at this gathering as Cortana had messed with the navigation systems for those that were not beneficial to the crew's crusade-Queen Bee and Count Vertigo especially-and their lackeys were not coming to the event either. Keyes thought that while revealing their identities to those present was certainly a risk, her insistence of not allowing cameras nor the media inside was a condition thankfully followed through by the politicians.

"So you're willing to work alongside us?" Secretary-General Michael Brown questioned the motives of the newcomers to the dimension. Learning the truth of their origin, not to mention the Human-Covenant War was horrifying, to say the least and even the footage of the Flood was something to send shivers up his spine as the parasitic fungus was a menace to any civilization, yet the UNSC also brought hope to this universe as they were willing to share technology beneficial to the advancement of mankind.

"Unlike the Justice League, we desire to assist this Earth while we're stranded here and besides, we're revealing our identities to the leaders of the world as a matter of trust." Miranda revealed. "And actually, I believe it would be better to be placed under the authority of the United Nations Security Council until either we find a way home or we've dealt with the villains, whichever come first."

Brown smiled at the naval officer as this opportunity was just simply too good to pass up. A taskforce under the United Nation's jurisdiction in order to stop the madness of the villains would free up resources for more important tasks. "Very well, Commander. I'm sure we'll be able to come to an agreement that is fair to all parties involved, not to mention how we can all best coordinate operations with the member states of the world without violating their sovereignty."

In the meantime, Major Farrington was currently dealing with questions from a French General. The Englishwoman wasn't fond of any Frogs and neither were her fellow Britons as France was and always will be the enemy to the British Isles, even if it was more of a rivalry instead of a violent feud.

"Orbital Drop Shock Troopers?" General Henri Bardet of the French Army questioned.

"Think of paratroopers, but from orbit, sir." Liz couldn't help, but to snigger as she made a Frenchman speechless.

Horror stricken, Bardet managed to utter only a few words and stuttered. "You mean...The pods are..."

"Single Occupant Exoatmospheric Insertion Vehicles." Farrington confirmed. "Its how we get around and deal with your problem called 'villains with superpowers'."

"Oui! In other words, complete madness! No sane man can propel down from atmosphere unless he's suicidal!"

Elizabeth couldn't help it but to grin mischievously. "Feet First into Hell."

Off to the side, Nathan was being interrogated by the current Commandant of the United States Marine Corps, General Samual Morgan. It was a rather awkward situation for Meyer in his dress blues, albeit centuries ahead of the current year, discussing strategies on how to best respond to the threats of this universe.

"I still don't understand how you and your comrades ended up in this miserable place of existence."

"To be perfectly honest, sir, none of us wanted to be here." Meyer admitted truthfully. "Just had an accident and next thing I knew, we ended up in a reality in which superheroes exist."

The Commandant chuckled. "And I for one cannot imagine a world without them...How's the Corps in your universe?"

"Endangered, I'm afraid." The Sergeant confessed. "The UEG is power hungry and unfortunately Uncle Sam's Misguided Children may soon be disbanded and restructured under UNSC authority. The American government and its people has delayed only the inevitable as long as possible, but in the end, the internationalists won."

Samual nodded in understanding. And even though Nathaniel was a fellow Marine, it wasn't his place to argue with idealists from another dimension, but Morgan felt sympathetic for the Leatherneck's predicament. "From what I've read about your reality from the provided files son, I'm afraid it is inevitable." The man clasped a hand behind his back and gazed at the Sergeant. "Technically you are under the jurisdiction of the American military yet at the same time you're not under our authority and thus its a problem."

"I know, sir." Nate acknowledged."The chain of command for me has been screwed ten times over already by bickering lawmakers and the oath that I've sworn to uphold, for me, is still the same regardless, to defend the United States against all enemies foreign and domestic..." The Raider was about to continue his discussion with a rant against his involuntary recruitment by ONI that unintentionally sent him here to this dimension in the first place when a voice interrupted the Marines.

"Good evening, Sam."

"Mister President." The Commandant recognized his superior.

"Sergeant Meyer, right?"

The Jarhead wasn't expecting to meet this existence's President of the United States himself even though it wasn't surprising as this was the United Nations building. "Yes, sir?"

"I just have spoken to Commander Keyes regarding your predicament, Sergeant." He revealed. "And I have a proposition for you regarding a program called A.R.G.U.S under the direction of Amanda Waller and General Eiling of the Army. Some cooperation between the UNSC and the US Government would be beneficial to both parties as we deal with the metahuman threat."

'USMC, UNSC, USMC, UNSC... Can the bureaucrats and politicians make up their minds already?' The Hoosier thought. Romeo talked about both Cadmus and A.R.G.U.S only a few weeks prior and the two programs literally screamed black ops. It wasn't his first rodeo with black operations after joining MARSOC, but working either directly or indirectly for either the Central Intelligence Agency or the Office of Naval Intelligence was usually best avoided at all hazards even under the threat of punishment."And, hypothetically, if I refuse...?" Meyer knew that he had a dilemma, but spending time in a 21st Century Leavenworth had no appeal to the Leatherneck.

"Normally you would receive a Court Martial as you would be disobeying an order, yet I believe this is a unique case." Brown glanced at Morgan."Isn't that right, Sam?"

"Indeed. But if I know Marines, Meyer would not disobey a command from the President himself." The Commandant glared at the Sergeant as if he was a mere recruit. "Right, son?"

Nathaniel gulped as in a way this was worse than making a bargain with Satan in order to work for ONI. "Where do I sign up?"


Commander Miranda Keyes

United Nations Building- Young Justice Universe

June 21st, 2010- 12: 00 PM

Despite Miranda revelation of her identity to Earth's leaders, the populace wouldn't know the faces of her or the crew as a matter of 'international security'. Nevertheless, the UNSC so far had the support of the public as it appears that they were the only force willing and able to stop the threats the citizenry had suffered from for ages. The politicians and media along with the average joe realize that a new beginning was occurring right before them and history was being changed forever.

"Commander? This is Loius Lane of The Daily Planet. Why did the UNSC place itself directly under the United Nation's control?"

"The UNSC back home in our reality is under the control of the Unified Earth Government and the United Nations merely exists as a supervisory body for the nations of Earth. Nevertheless, we are completely willing to have each one of our actions scrutinize by the leaders here and each action we take in our campaign against the scoundrels of the world will be held accountable. As a Commander of the United Nations Space Command, I strive to not cause indirect fear or cause rumors of a conspiracy against the population we are protecting here. We desire to have your support, not your dread."

Keyes noticed an unmistakable man raise his hand "Ma'am? This is Clark Kent, also from The Daily Planet. Are you concern that the League may oppose your efforts?"

Miranda had a response to Superman "Mister Kent, I desire no conflict with the Justice League and I rather not have the blood of heroes on my hands. What I hope, however, is to form a mutual understanding despite our differences and regardless, I also hope that we can cooperate with the League in the future so we can resolve the problems of this world, yet as of now, we'll just have to tolerate each other whether the League likes it or not."

Another hand was rose and this time it was from a redhead. "Iris West from GBS. Ma'am? Are you and your men still willing to gun down individuals who commit atrocities against law-abiding citizens?"

"We'll do whatever is necessary to bring back law and order to the world. Now we will not kill every criminal as the punishment must fit the crime. However, we are also not handing out second chances and the United Nations is already aware that we'll be putting an end to those who utilize their powers to cause mayhem and destruction on a massive scale or commit unspeakable terroristic acts against the populace. The Joker of Gotham, for instance, is now internationally wanted by not just Interpol but the United Nations Space Command itself for crimes against humanity and as such he'll be dispatched by us on sight."

"This is Cat Grant from the GBS as well. Why would the UNSC be willing to cooperate with the newly reunited Elite?"

"Unfortunately, thanks to the League's moral code and sense of superiority, we had to look elsewhere for partners and even though there are still differences between us, Black at least was willing to work alongside us."

Everyone in the crowd recognized the indirect challenge and realized that the status quo with each passing day was becoming no more.

The only question in the heart's and minds of mankind was how would the League adapt to their newfound situation?


Bruce Wayne

The Batcave,

June 21st, 2010- 12: 30 PM

Batman slammed his fist onto the keyboard in frustration, even though he has finally learned what the infamous acronym stands for. The UNSC has managed to plummet support for the League to an all-time low and news of the Elite reuniting was a new conundrum to be dealt with. Bruce never understood why the masses would support rogue elements from another reality instead of the Justice League against those who would do harm against the populace. These Orbital Drop Shock Troopers and this Spartan believed they could just solve the world's problems through gunfire, yet the Dark Knight was determined to put an end to it one way or another.

And now the soldier's from the 'Cincinnati Incident' also have gained the support of the UN in their campaign against the evil-doers of the world despite protest from the League, not to mention publicly threatening the life of The Joker himself with no signs of remorse. Inevitably there was going to be a clash in the future between the two organizations and the Caped Crusader had various strategic schemes up his sleeve after a careful analysis of security footages from the various hits, but Bruce was concerned that he may not be as prepared tactical wise for the next certain encounter as the playboy has never dealt with a situation such as this. Glancing back at the screen, Bruce watches the news footage with utter disgust as Manchester Black spoke on camera regarding his alliance.

"...While I do not necessarily agree with their views on the military industrial complex, the United Nations Space Command has the Elite's support in their campaign against those who threaten the peace of our civilization, not to mention the prevention of extraterrestrial incursions as we've suffered recently by the Thanagarians. Yes, the Elites are back and villains everywhere should beware."

"My word. To even think that they could convince Manchester Black and his group to come out of retirement is astonishing, to say the least."

"Not helping." Wayne fumed. "I already have most of the League's resources out searching for them, yet the rogues are always fifteen steps ahead of our efforts to find them." The Billionaire nodded to a toy he had received on his doorstep and Alfred was drawn in by curiosity.

The Englishman snorted as he saw the doll of a clown with a note attached, stating that 'The Joke Is On You.' "Clearly the bloodthirsty UNSC do have a sense of humor after all."

"Not to mention they know who we are." The Caped Crusader sighed as he massaged his temples from his headache of a potential UNSC blackmail campaign. "You may have the night off, Alfred. I have some major work to do."

"Very well, Master Bruce."


UNSC Forward unto Dawn

June 21st, 2010- 1: 05 PM

It wasn't even a day when the now officially sanctioned United Nations Space Command personnel began their first shift in protecting Earth from other extraterrestrial threats. The governments of the world were still uneased with the concept and rightfully so, but unlike the League, the soldiers were willing to have themselves held accountable by the United Nations for any action they take, even if it meant additional scrutiny from the public. Nevertheless, the people of Earth currently held the UNSC in high regard as they were the only ones willing to take on the threats and end them permanently one way or another, not to mention the fact that the population were actually willing to volunteer, but Keyes desired no recruits at the moment and unless the situation changed, it will stay that way.

Regardless, the four personnel on the current stint were taking a lunch break in the Dawn's mess, chatting about random topics before heading back to another boring watch. Nathan, however, was thankful for it since it meant that he could take a break from A.R.G.U.S. The American never asked for signing a deal with a devil but thanks to the Commander's political maneuverings in order to establish relations with the world's leaders and have them support the UNSC's campaign, Meyer had become an unofficial liaison between the two mutual groups and as a result, had to work alongside the shadowy organization under the U.S Government's control.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth was feeling slightly apprehensive about the forthcoming Independence Day celebration back in Marksville and the Englishwoman wasn't sure what to expect. The Manc comprehended that while tar and feathering was unquestionably a thing of the past, being a Brit surrounded by Patriots on the Fourth of July was certainly going to give Farrington a migraine and Gwen did mention with some humor something about a reenactment of the colonialist's destruction of tea. But for now, the Major just focused on carrying out her current task and she would worry about Treason Day later.

Avery and Kojo, on the other hand, were desiring to back planetside as the duo was missing out on a convention

"Hopefully, Batman is enjoying his gift." Meyer laughed. "I always thought that a hero in his spare time should have a hobby like collecting."

"You really had to send the doll to him, didn't you Yank?"

The Hoosier shrugged. "Well, when I saw it at Toys R Us and listened to the speech, I absolutely knew who to give it to."

Liz shook her head and smirked in amusement "How ghastly and devious of you. It's not even Christmas and you were thoughtful enough to send Mister Wayne an early present courtesy of the UNSC."

"You realize Batman is a person you exactly never want to cross, Sarge." Agu pointed out humorously.

Nate chuckled "A grown up dressing up as a Bat is the least of my worries when I have to think about annoying the Sergeant Major. They don't call him laser eyes for nothing."

"He's not Cyclops from Marvel."

"Oh, that's not what I meant." The Raider clarified. "He is well known for enjoying glaring at insubordinate troops."

Kojo snorted in disbelief. "He can't even be a Drill Instructor for a day."

Unfortunately, but much to Nathan's delight, Johnson walked into the mess hall and overheard what the smart alec of a sharpshooter mentioned. As a result, the Marine dropped his bowl of soup on the floor, splashing the hot liquid everywhere. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

"Err...I said that you're a wonderful teacher and inspiration for new recruits, Sergeant Major."

"Mmmhmmm. Not only you are a smartass, Corporal, but a terrible liar as well."Avery snarled."DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME ONE HUNDRED PUSHUPS, ROMEO! JULIET IS NOT HERE TO ADMIRE YOUR WORTHLESS, PATHETIC ASS!"

"He really should have been more careful." Farrington deadpanned with sarcasm. "The poor Corporal is being inhumanely judged by his peers and as such, he should write a letter to his representative for an investigation."

Meyer saw the glint in the Spartan 1.1's eyes. "Brings back memories, I reckon, babe?"

"A few." The Major confessed as she watched the scene unfold. "But as you know, they were undisciplined arseholes with a complete lack of common sense. Agu, on the other hand, needs to learn when to keep his mouth shut, especially around Spartans and ex-Orion personnel."

"So I've noticed." The American grinned as he witnessed the Madrigallian conducting jumping jacks. "Karma is a bitch."

"Speaking of which." The blonde pronounced in a teasing tone. "Are you being hypocritical?"

"Not this again." Nate shook his head. "Batman is just a normal man in a bat costume. Nothing more, nothing less. Captain America and Luke Skywalker on..."

"Rebel scum." Liz frowned at the mention of the terrorist. "The Empire should have won at Endor."

'Forgot she's Pro-Vader and a fan of the Empire for a moment.' The farmboy thought humorously before continuing. "...On the other hand, are significant. Rich boy has nothing over them."

"As you said, Nathan. Karma is a bitch." She smirked. "Anyway, dearest, I believe we may need a stable hand as its becoming a handful to balance work, not to mention mucking out the barn and watch Ace."

"A stable hand?" The farmboy questioned. "It's not exactly a bad idea, angel. I think its about time for some farmhands as well since I can't be at two places at once."

"It's settled then." Liz concluded before joking. "Be sure to have the candidates pass their background checks."

Nate snorted. "You know that I will."


The Light

June 21st, 2010- 1: 05 PM

Vandal Savage and his peers were having an 'emergency session' regarding the 'UNSC conundrum'.

"Well, the bright side is that we will not have to worry about Hawkgirl anymore." Lex purred with delight. "She has resigned from the League."

"Yet that is minuscule in comparison to our new threat, this United Nations Space Command, and the Elites have reorganized. Our plans are still progressing, yet we'll have to prepare for the inevitableness of encountering the two organizations in the future."

"UNSC...UNSC...UNSC. When will I be able to create Chaos!" Klarion griped, causing the others on the board to glare at the witch boy.


Meyer Farm

Marksville, Indiana

June 25th, 2010- 2: 23 PM

Sandy Miller wasn't expecting to have her application accepted. The Redhead was granted the position of her dreams as Miller was always fond of horses and her mother was a dressage rider back in the day before settling down but the tenager's current occupation certainly beat working long hour shifts at the local Wendy's near the interstate. The fast food industry could afford to lose a worker as Sally was enjoying her new line of employment, not to mention the small increase in wages that meant more time shopping at the mall.

"So are you ready for Independence Day, Liz?" The American teenager probed the Briton.

The Major chuckled nervously at the thought of the upcoming celebration. "Well, its certainly will be an adjustment I'll admit. But it was a long time ago and Blightly certainly learned to accept America as an ally."

"True..." Sally beamed as she thought of the traditional family picnic and had an idea of inviting a certain person but her dreams were interrupted by an interrogation from the equestrian.

"I couldn't help but notice that you're becoming smitten with one of the field hands, Sally." Farrington reveals nonchalantly as she picked up a bundle of hay. "You certainly have feelings for one of the lads."

"S-smitten?" The young woman alabaster's face reddened deeply with embarrassment. "I-I d-don't k-know w-what y-you're talking about."

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, I know you're falling head over heels for Timothy. From what I can tell, he's not exactly a bad lad." Elizabeth noticed with some satisfaction as the blushing became even more evident. "So when are you and loverboy going to get together?"


Meyer Farm

Marksville, Indiana

June 25th, 2010- 2: 23 PM

Nathan felt like he didn't need to supervise the hands much since one of the workers was a natural leader. David Freeman certainly knew how to inspire his peers, Timothy Martin and Roberto Cortes, in finishing a day's worth of work without slacking off.

"Hey, Nate." The Eighteen Year Old African-American greeted his employer.

"David."The off-duty Marine acknowledged before pointing at an object. "See the fallen log by the post?"

Freeman nodded. "I think so."

"I need some help with sawing it. Depending on the condition, it could be either firewood or some spare plankings for the barn. Even if it's rotted, I need to get rid of it since it's in the way of the crops. The wheelbarrow is on the way."

"Understood." Dave glanced back at his friends. "You heard that, guys?"

"We did." Roberto confirmed. "Want one of us to go get the chainsaw?"

Nathan shook his head. "If I have to, I can grab it, but be my guests." The Jarhead knows he wasn't the traditional employer in the sense, but sometimes the best way to get a job done was to work alongside the employees and earn their trust.

"I'll be back in a few minutes then, Nate." Cortes smiled.

"So Tim, I heard a certain rumor from Liz." Nathan unveiled as he led two of the field hands to grab the wheelbarrow.

"Rumor?" The flaxen adolescent asked.

"More like he knows you're stricken with a fondness for a certain redheaded stable girl." David smirked.

"I-I d-don't k-know w-what y-you're talking about." The stutter was all Meyer and Freeman needed to know.

"Oh, really?" The Devil Dog grinned. "Dimples and red hair doesn't appeal to you, son?"

"So is there something I missed?" Cortes inquired as he brought the chainsaw."And why is Tim all flustered?"

"It's fine, Rob." David shrugged. "He got a crush on Sally."

"Really?"

"GUYS!" Martin whined, but his protest only caused more laughter amongst the group.


It seems as if the UNSC is once again one step ahead of the League regarding protecting the innocent and a rather heated rivalry is forming.

Now in all fairness, (as shown in the 'Starcrossed' episodes) the core members just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and were occupied with a swarm of Thangarians.

And I bet you did not expect the Ark being utilized as a superweapon, although modified to send out an EMP.

Theoretically its possible to convert it to fire an Electromagnetic Pulse since it was designed to use radioactive waves to disintegrate life that was not sheltered.

Now I'm sure that the League (not to mention the world in general if they knew what the Ark was) would be uncomfortable with the fact that there is an intergalactic killing machine floating in space, cloaked from being discovered yet enough talk about the device since I'm getting carried away.

Anyway, back on topic. Since Batman was occupied dealing with hawkmen, he didn't have time to investigate where the crewmembers are and as a result, the Elite has reassembled courtesy of the UNSC, which will prove to be another headache in the dogmatic view of the League.

Public opinion for months has also been shifting away from the superheroes to the newcomers and I firmly believe that the stranded personnel of the Dawn are prepared for whatever this unreal, insensible, unscientific, childlike place of existence throws at them.

Have they face their toughest opposition yet?

No, but with a Spartan-II supersoldier (THE Spartan himself that is) and two Orions (well, technically the child of one, but you know what I mean), a few ODSTs, a Special Operations Marine, a decorated naval officer, and two indispensable AIs (Guilty has redeemed himself so far. Who would have thought?), not to mention a capable field operative, and as a result, the Light will be wary of these interlopers in addition to their teenage pests.

But at least you can not deny that the hive of scum and villainy has more to fear since the status quo of 'lock away, throw the key, and escape'is coming to an end although with the Elite back together again and the UNSC working alongside A.R.G.U.S, not to mention that unlike the heroes, the crew are now under the command of/held accountable by the United Nations, things are going to come to a head with the League eventually.

For now, there is just an uneasy peace between the heroes and the troops despite the public challenge by Commander Keyes. And at least Batman and the rest of the world now know what the acronym U-N-S-C stands for.

Also, at long last, the Independence Day chapter will be published soon (sometime around the New Year). I cannot thank you enough for your support of this unique tale and I would like to also reiterate that I highly encourage you to read Noble Justice by free man writer since he himself is writing an excellent spin of a Halo/ Young Justice crossover.

Oh, and here's a little teaser for a future chapter...


Marksville Homegrown Diner

"Get a load of this, gang."

"Oh no. It can't be." Meyer groans as he saw the famed teenage hippie meddlers and if working alongside Sherlock Holmes wasn't enough, Mystery Incorporated was going to cause the couple to develop an aneurysm.

Liz turned to the direction Nathan was gazing at and she was not expecting this.

"Is that...?"

"The Meddling Kids themselves." The Sergeant confirms. "Which means that we better watch our food."

"Now Freddie, I don't know why you're adamant in solving a mystery in a small town..."

"More like getting themselves killed." The blonde corrected as she decides not to warn her significant other about the dog. "They don't realize that these are actual vamps."

"HEY!" Nate shouts at the hound as he swipes the Marine's milkshake. "Your damn mutt owe me five dollars for a vanilla milkshake!"

"Scooby..." Velma scolded "You better apologize to the man."

"Rorry."

"Hello, I'm Fred..."

"We know who you are. You're Mystery Incorporated." The Raider interrupts. "And I'm watching you Scoobs and Mister Rogers."

"Errrr...Okay man. Clearly, you mean serious business."

"When you serve in the Marines for almost six years, 'serious business' is an understatement, kid."

"Well, anyway, we heard that there are sightings of vampires in town."

Nathan glanced over to his sweetheart and she shook her head. "Well, as ridiculous as it seems, we're dealing with an infestation."

"Hmm...Is it just me Scoobs or did she sound British."

"I'm from England originally." Farrington smiled. "My name is Elizabeth and I apologize for his lack of manners. My fiance, Nathan can be quite the child at times."

"You really want me to throw tea down the harbor, don't you?"

"Aww...Congratulations." Daphne cheered.

"We've been engaged for a while. Lizzie and I are just taking our time."

"So anyway, we're here to help."

"Trust me, kids. This is too dangerous."

"But you said there's an infestation?" Dinkley narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

"There is." Elizabeth acknowledged. "But go home."

"What we need is the military, not a bunch of snooping teens who pull masks off crooks." Nathan added.

"Oh please. Vampires are not real."

"Fine, if you're adamant, then please turn around." Nathan spotted the ghoul outside while his other half and the novice investigators were distracted. The Leatherneck slowly pulled out his M1911A1 from his waistband and aimed it at the nosferatu who was crashing through the glass.

"Jeepers!" Blake shouted as the bloodsucker lept for her yet Meyer fired a shot and the Vampire turned to dust.

"You see. We got it handled here. Go home, now."

"I...I can't believe it. Are they Vampire Hunters?"

Nathaniel overheard them. "No. Just merely a concerned citizen." He smirks as he tossed Fred a vial. "Not sure if it will help but this was blessed recently."

"Thanks?"


Gee, Scooby-Doo? But Mister ODST, they're not apart of the DC Universe!

Actually, they are (thus I'm NOT breaking my 'getting other franchises involved in the story policy' for this crossover) and Mystery Incorporated has worked alongside Batman and the League on a few occasions, which is somewhat ironic since the heroes have fought actual ghouls and demons while the Gang pulls off masks of impostors at the same time(with some rare exceptions such as Zombie Island):P

Regardless, let's just say I have a few tricks up my sleeve.

And speaking of which, there is a new poll on my profile regarding the stranded crew working alongside the Gang in other instances.

The question is: For the fic Halo: Justice Evolved, should there be more appearances by Mystery Incorporated in the future? If so, what movies/episodes of Scooby-Doo should be in the story?

The choices are simple. YES or NO for the first part of the question, then a selection of films/episodes for the second half if you choose 'YES'.

And unfortunately, FYI, thanks to Fanfiction policy regarding polls (The order of poll choices is not important. When displayed, the site will randomly order the choices to remove any bias by the creator.) you're going to have to hunt down the YES or NO selection.

If I could arrange the order, then I would but there's nothing I can do.