Sorry for long no-update time. I've been busy. And a little lazy. Anyway, now to amuse brainless moro- err, I mean you.
Also, note that I may take some characters with no background and giving them one. If future works contradict what I write, sue me. And no, I do not mean set a Mary Sue on me. What kind of monster are you?
Disclaimer: If you still think I own Halo, you really are a brainless moron.
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"Well..." Started Reaper. He was interrupted by Hunter instantly.
"We took down a Super carrier, and ONI is shutting us down! This is bullsh-"
GTM activated the static sound. It shut off as soon as Hunter finished.
"Well, we should make the most of this. I applied for pilot school. GTM, go back to this... "Cold Storage" facility and get some more information from... them. TO screw ONI, let's not tell them. Grim, go with GTM."
"Me go front line." Said Boomer.
"Halsey hired me as a bodyguard." Said Ghost.
"If anyone wants me," Muttered Hunter. "I'll be making the most of my free time by blowing up Ackerson's new project... We Undead need to stick together. If something happens, let me know. I'll tell you guys about any big things in ONI... like suicide missions. Or discoveries of major religious artefacts that belong to the covenant."
"Blow them up too." Suggested Grim.
"Wait..." Realisation dawned in Boomer's eyes. "AI, Grim... Spartan, Reaper... Grim... Reaper... Grim Reaper!"
The room was silent.
"How did we not notice the incredibly obvious Pun?" Asked Ghost.
"Well..." Snarked Reaper. "Being almost blown to bits may have distracted me a bit..."
"Well..." Started Ghost.
"Stop saying well." Interrupted Hunter.
"I guess... this is goodbye."
-Three years later-
"No."
"C'MON!" Roared Reaper. "I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR HER FOR THE LAST THREE YEARS! I'M NOT GOING TO LET A PETTY LITTLE COVENANT INVASION GET IN MY WAY!"
Hunter looked at him. "One, you can do the research that needs to be done in your free time. Two, you can't start looking until you've done the research. Three, you're in court for killing a man who didn't let you in the pilot seat."
"I didn't kill him." Objected Reaper. "He died of broken neck syndrome."
Hunter looked at him. Again.
"Besides, Hunter, when have we ever let a little thing like law get in our way?"
"Let's just do what the rest of Noble team is doing. Find a Beacon, shut it down."
"Let's go regroup with Noble team."
-2 years later-
"Execute order 66."
Venva nodded at the prophet on the hologram, and then turned to the army behind him. After the brute disaster, his army was made up of Hunters, Skirmishers and a small squad of Elites.
The Hunters and Skirmishers aimed at the Elites.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" Demanded the leader Elite, Red'shirtee.
"Prophets Orders." Said Venva.
The army fired.
-Two years prior-
"So..." Started Kat, who was now in charge due to her hypnotising the weak fool known as Carter. "We all have our chosen location. Everyone, grab a Falcon and destroy your beacon."
"Umm..." Interrupted Hunter. "I could get to my beacon faster on foot. Even if I had a big juicy steak first."
"Technically, a banshee would be best."
"Two words. Pelican. Dropship."
"You're all insane. There's a warthog parked outside."
"Haven't you heard of Drop pods?"
All the Spartans looked at each other. In perfect unison, they started running to the location of the vehicle they chose.
-Kat-
Kat watched as the group ran off. She sighed, and went back to the bedroom.
-Jun-
Jun jumped into the warthog, shoving the solider aside and driving off.
-Emile-
"Get me to orbit." Said Emile.
-Reaper-
"Time to see if pilot school payed off." Muttered Reaper as he jumped into the Pelican.
-C-
C realised that he had no idea where he was going, and grabbed a Falcon.
-Hunter-
Hunter bounded from rooftop to rooftop, like a ninja-martial-artist guy. He was having way too much fun. He came to the destination, and ran in.
"One steak, medium rare."
-J-
J dodged the missiles with his Banshee. He hated lock-on.
-Arbiter-
Arbiter looked at the mass grave, humans and covenant alike. A thought came to him. A bubble of flood biomass popped around his arm, letting loose the flood infection forms.
-Jun-
Jun rammed the Brute. What do you know, ramming does work.
-Emile-
Emile braced as the drop pod fell from orbit.
-Reaper-
Reaper browsed through the records. He was so close. He ignored the Phantoms firing at him, except to speed up a bit so that the ones beside him hit each other.
-C-
C fired a salvo of missiles at the beacon. Each one hit slightly to the left, onto a grunt with a red shirt.
"I'm seeing a pattern here..." muttered C.
-Hunter-
Hunter looked around. He had found his beacon.
Around it, six hunters. In a nightclub. As well as some skirmishers.
"FML" muttered Hunter, as needle shots made a perfect outline of his body on the wall behind him.
-J-
It was quiet. Too quiet. J overloaded his beacon. Now to get back and claim first prize.
Of course, the Drone ambush slowed him down.
"FOR QUEEN MYRRAH!" Roared the lead Drone, known as Plague.
"...Odd. I'm suddenly reminded of Gears of War."
-Jun-
Jun lined up the shot. One bullet, kill the Elite, blow up beacon, win. He fired.
The Elite caught the bullet.
The bullet exploded a half second later.
-Emile-
"What do you know? A drop pod launched from orbit can crush a beacon like nothing."
-Reaper-
"Amateurs." Muttered Reaper, walking over Ranger bodies as the beacon exploded behind him.
-C-
"Thanks for the assist." Said C.
"No problem, Spartan." Replied Buck. "Although you may want to work on your aiming skills.
-Hunter-
The skirmishers turned and ran once Hunter exploited friendly fire to kill the Hunters. One even blew the beacon for him.
-J-
"There are more Drone corpses here than the entire Gears of War series."
-Kat-
Kat noticed the great commotion as the Spartans returned to base. They even fired at each other. Kat guessed that C fired first, since there was an explosion way to their left before they started firing.
Hunter arrived first.
"I WON!" Shouted Hunter.
Reaper coughed from behind Kat. Hunter proceeded to swear so much that he'd put a Gangster to shame.
"...Is that radiation?" Asked Kat.
The glassing beam struck next to them. Hunters cluster F bomb changed target. Everyone ran to the bunker.
"Kat..." Started Reaper. "Stay still a second."
Kat did so.
The needle round went right through her skull.
There was a lot of cheering. Reaper privately wondered what cliff-hanger would beat a glassing ray and Kat dying. He was answered once the Spartans had arrived in the bunker.
His alarmed beeped. He checked his Spartan-mail.
"I found her." He whispered.
"Found who?" Asked Emile.
"My sister."
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Yep, now I'm giving Reaper a family. He's officially the creators pet. I'll offer you a deal. Anyone guess what character it is [They're in the Halo series, and they're mentioned in First Strike], I'll give you a cameo in this fanfic.
'Till next time, morons... I mean, minions.