Authers Note: Hey anyone who is reading. I'm not just a writer, I actaully started as a movie maker. Anyways, I was board one night so, i decided to make this. It ties in with the story. you all for reading and supporting the Story.

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Ch. 12: The Welcoming Comity

1515, September 24, 2554 (Cornerian Military Calendar) / Home Base, Echo Halo, Linksis Dawn System.

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"Sir!" a young fox slid around the corner into the Commander Keeding's makeshift office. The young man sounded urgent and frightened.

"What is it?" the hound stood up at his desk.

"Multiple airborne targets, moving in fast!"

"Bombs?"

"I-I don't know Sir!"

"Bring the base to full alert. Everyone to their stations. At first sight fire."

"Understood Sir!" the fox dashed out of the room and down the extensive halls. He immediately reported to his senior, "Lieutenant, Keeding said to put the base on full alert and to fire at will."

The dog nodded, "You heard him everyone. Lock and load. If the Covenant are even so much as insight. Kill 'em."


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1530, September 24, 2554 (UNSC Military Calendar) / Near Cornerian Home Base, Echo Halo, Linksis Dawn System.

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Tanner peeked around the corner of a rock. There was a team of over twenty behind him. At the very end of his sight was a large structure, possibly a Covenant position, but it would make a great spot for their command post.

None of the ODST had heard anything from the Chief or Cortana. Only one channel was active, but it was encrypted and even the specialists couldn't seem to break the code. It was a shame really; the specialists usually looked to deep when it could have been as simple as a number could have been equal to its order in the alphabet.

The Communicator smashed his radio on a rock, "This is C Company anyone there? Respond, Over!"

The superior grabbed the radio from his hand, "Easy! Well still need that!" the man threw it back.

Tanner reported in by stalking at a regular voice, "Nothing seen. Large structure approximately two-kilo-half up-spin."

Philip lay down and crawled around the corner. The ODST put down the bipod for the scope and searched, "Can't see much from here. Maybe some movement. Or, maybe the wind. I don't know Sir."

The superior Officer put his hand on Private Fist-Class Tanners shoulder, "We've done this before, and we'll do it again. We'll take it, then get some support from the Frost. Get some Warthogs down here. Cause I don't like walking. Think we could get signal from up there?"

One of the Communications officers looked at what his Officer was looking at. It was defiantly high, "Yeah, that'll be plenty."

One of the other Hell Jumpers looked at the Officer, "I've never known for you to be Hell Jumper Master Sergeant."

The officer looked back, "There's probably a lot you don't know about me. And until we get this base we aren't getting any help," the officer reached under the chin of his helmet. He slowly unbuckled the locks and slid off the helmet of the OSDT uniform. Out came an African American man.

"Yeah Johnson," said another, "You always chicken and ride it out on the Pelicans."

Master Sergeant Johnson lit up a cigar, "I'm here now aren't I?" he drew in a breath and puffed it out.

"So," asked the sniper he was still searching down the scope, "What's this I hear about a new race?"

"Probably just rumor, if we can take the Covenant on, these other guys will be no problem. Am I right Marines!?"

A whoop of excitement came over the ODST.

The Master Sergeant nodded, "Yeah, damn right I am!"

"What if they're not bad?"

"I told you. It's probably just rumor. Worry about the Covenant for one. They'll be the death of you," the only reason that Johnson had survived so long was because he only lived by the pure hatred of his enemy. The only thing that kept him alive was his lust to kill his enemy. He didn't scare easy either, but he was no Spartan.

"Filthy habit," said Phillip.

Johnson spoke with his hand with the cigar between two fingers, "You just be damn well grateful that I get this kind of treatment. A happy Sergeant makes for a happy team. So smile, while you still go something to smile about."

"So do we plan to get there tonight?"

The Sergeant tapped his cigar and chewed on it in his mouth, "Right, Nickels your on point. Let's get this done with. Let's make it quick and tight. Stay close. Keep an eye out for Covenant patrols in the area."

"Yes Sir, Sergeant," a Corporal took the lead. They moved silent and swift until they were within snipers distance of the base.

Phillip steadied the sniper as he found a position, "Wait," he put his hand up and the rest of the team stopped, "Serge, we got movement and… what!?"

"What is it?" asked Johnson.

"Well, let's just say I didn't come here to go hunting. I never bought my tags."

Johnson took the scope of the spotter, "Let's see here," he focused his eye in and out and adjusted the optics, "Huh, big game hunter hey?"

"That's what it looks like."

The rest of the ODST were eager to learn what was going on.

"What do you mean Sir?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

The Master Sergeant chuckled, "Well, I guess those rumors weren't exactly false. Animals with guns."

"What?" most the Company said it at once.

"You heard me. What do we got here? We got, some dog, bird, cat, uhh fox, wolverine, and badger I think," Johnson could have went on. He got up from the scope, "Well they know we're here. They got the whole defense set up. Scorpions, Warthogs…" he was cutoff.

"Come on! Stop screwing with us!"

"I ain't screwing with any of you!" Johnson made his voice serious and then the whole company knew that he wasn't kidding. They were up against animals with guns.

"So, what do we do?"

The officer smiled, "Has anyone ever heard of a guinea pig?"

Tanner looked at the ground, "Oh no."


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1700, September 24, 2554 (UNSC Military Calendar) / Near Cornerian Home Base, Echo Halo, Linksis Dawn System.

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"Now! Go!" Phillip whispered.

"Why do I have to!?" Tanner hissed back.

"Cause it's gonna be dark soon," said Johnson.

"Why can't you?" Tanner said back.

"Cause I'm an officer," the Master Sergeant booted him in the back and pushed to ODST out of cover. The base was still at least five hundred meters away.

"I don't even get a gun?"

"No! Go!" said Phillip.

The trooper started to walk. He waved his arms and jumped up and down. He felt like a complete moron. He didn't even know who this kind was. They were animals, not aliens. The trooper raised his arms and started yell. It wasn't bad enough that he as going in to meet a new race, Johnson was making him do it without a weapon. He wasn't as so much scared as he was humiliated, "Hey! Don't shoot! Hold your fire!"


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1703, September 24, 2554 (Cornerian Military Calendar) / Cornerian Home Base, Echo Halo, Linksis Dawn System.

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"What do you make of this?"

"I-I don't know," a dog and a young fox were talking to each other as a sniper team.

"Hey, don't shoot it man. It doesn't have a weapon."

"Nah, I won't. We should tell Commander Keeding. Go do it, I'll stay here and keep an eye on it."

"Be right back," the young fox stood up and ran from his post to Keeding's office, "Sir! If I may?"

"What is it now private?" the hound asked.

"Well, you might have to come check this one out for yourself," the fox paused then remembered, "Sir."

"Is it really that important?"

"Yes Sir."

The hound looked around for a moment, "Very well."


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1705, September 24, 2554 (UNSC Military Calendar) / Near Cornerian Home Base, Echo Halo, Linksis Dawn System.

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Tanner felt like a moron. He was being singled out and the sacrifice, if you will. He stopped walking and making movements when in the distance he spotted two targets moving toward him, fast. They were Warthogs.

The remainder of team was staying well hidden. They were weapons ready. If this race decided to fire, then they were screwed. The Hell Jumpers would take them all out.

The two Warthogs raced in. Each was full. Three in each of the two vehicles, they slowed as they came closer. Tanner froze as the weapons on the Warthogs turned toward him. He knew what they could do to a man. The Machinegun could cut you clean in half and the Gauss Canon would literally tear you apart.

A humanized wolverine jumped out of the passenger seat, "On the ground! Now!"

Tanner abided. He set himself on the ground with his hands behind his helmet.

The dog that was sitting in the other Warthog jumped out too. He cradled his MA5B closely, "Who are you?"

The ODST was half scared but yet he was half annoyed. No regular person could be a Hell Jumper. It took a special type of crazy. Tanner rolled his eyes inside his helmet, "Private First Class Jeff Tanner. C Company. OSDT. United Nations Space Command."

The dog and wolverine spoke among each other, "What do you think?"

"I don't know. Some human straggler sounds like. He doesn't have anything left. We should just waist him."

In a spit second the mechanics of weapons began to work. The ODST armed rockets and rifles. They aimed down from rocks and from around trees. Master Sergeant Johnson raised the SA2 to his shoulder. The two powerful turrets of the Warthogs loomed down on him. He was defiantly brave but he wasn't invincible, "If you want to keep your eyes inside their sockets I'd tell your boys the chill. Get up Tanner."

Tanner tried to get up but a boot kept his stomach to the ground, "I don't think so," said the wolverine. He tightly grasped the MA5B that he had.

Johnson did the negotiating, "I'm thinking that you don't know how serious this is. Everybody, just drop your weapons," he looked around at his Company, "Go ahead put him down, "He turned to the two Cornerians in the center along with the rest that armed the 12.7mm Machinegun and 25mm Canon, "Go on you guys too," he put out his hand, "Master Sergeant Johnson, UNSC."

The dog hesisted a moment. Then he cooperated, "Mike Nesbo Corneria."

The Sergeant could ignore the fact that they were animals. He has seen way stranger. This was completely normal it seemed, "You guys got some major problems on you han… paws. Who's in charge of this shin-dig?"

"Commander Keeding, Come with us."

It was weird for them to all work together. They put one LRV at the front and one at the back. This would lesson the confusion that they were allies and not POWs.

The UNSC had done it, for the time being. They had successfully made contact with the new race. But only time would tell if the two parties could remain allies, there was still the Covenant to deal with after all. And not to mention the terror that lurked beneath them.

The UNSC had never actually successfully destroyed a Halo without releasing the epidemic of the Flood. It was even worse when they came to Earth. He had a felling that this new race had much to learn. And much to lose. Not even he knew all about the rings.