Hey everyone, I'm back with another chap. I hope it does not disappoint. Let me know what you think.

I hoped I'd get to explain things in this chap, but due to length and time, that will be next chap.

R and R. I own nothing except Ocs, though Logan belongs to Spartan-626.

Pain.

That should've been all he felt as death quickly overtook him, but all Logan felt was a numbness that quickly faded, reminding him that he was very much alive.

As his senses slowly returned, the Spartan-III opened his eyes to find himself in a vast expanse of white without even a piece of debris or a floor obstructing his view. The first thought to cross his mind was that death had finally caught him, the previous fighting through the Lancaster being a near-death hallucination. He was brought out of his musings by a semi-deep voice that commanded respect, but also carried a grandfatherly tone. "Whatever your thoughts on this, I can assure you that you are not dead."

Logan then looked around in confusion as he could not see anyone else. "Alright, who's there?"

After a few moments, the presence let out a chuckle of amusement as he responded. "I understand your confusion, but I'm afraid there's not much time. Just know tha friend."

Slightly irritated by his vague answer, the Spartan spoke once more. "Then why do you not show yourself?"

"I'm afraid circumstances have prevented complete astral communication."

Astral...what? Logan was getting more and more irritated as more questions popped up with absolutely no answers whatsoever, and he let his irritation show. "What are you talking about? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"

"Patience Logan, you will receive your answers soon. But I'm afraid that time runs short. Lead your enemies to the planet's surface. We'll handle the rest."

Before Logan could inquire as to what this guy meant, a bright flash of light overwhelmed his vision once more, eventually fading to reveal the Lancaster's hanger. And gazing over his prone form was a visibly relieved Samantha, who then spoke as the ship's klaxons blared continuously. "Thank god you're alright, I was getting worried."

Finally regaining control of his sense, logan let a smirk form as he spoke in a teasing manner. "Aw Sam, you do care.'

The female Spartan gave him a deadpan look as she hoisted him up. "Now's not the time. There's still plenty of these shadowy dranie to take care of."

Logan nodded in understanding as he put his helmet back on, making a mental note to take care of the chips on the helmet's crest, along with the rest of his armor. Upon hearing the familiar his of the MJOLNIR armor pressurizing, he turned towards a nearby ODST Sargent. The woman had her helmet underneath her right arm which appeared to be cybernetic, not common sight, but not rare either. Her silver hair, on the other hand, was shocking consider her young face framing her silver eyes, her right eye being covered by a dark green eye patch. Upon noticing the Spartan, she gave a sharp salute before speaking. "Gunnery Sargent Najenda Kayoko reporting sir!"

The Spartan quickly returned the Salute before making an inquiry. "At ease, Sargent. Do you have any idea who's the CO of this clusterfuck?"

"That'd be you Lieutenant. Major Owens got swatted by the big guy before you took him out."

"Alright then, get everyone ready. We're taking this ship back."

As if the universe decided to flip him the bird, the ship's intercom flared to life with an automated voice as the alarm klaxons continued blaring with renewed intensity. "Alert. Self-destruct sequence engaged. T-minus four minutes til self-destruct. All hands evacuate."

This sudden development took the human survivors by surprise, the Spartans in particular fearing the worst. They quickly sprung into action as three Marines were hit by a hail of yellow bolts, sending deadly amounts of voltage through their now lifeless corpses, causing uncontrollable spasms. The rest of the armed personnel opened fire at the main hallway where out from it pour numerous yellow witch creatures and imps, both armored and unarmored. And in the center of the horde was a massive humanoid shadow comparable to a Covenant Hunter in height. It's massive bulk forced it to sacrifice speed as proven by it's slow, lumbering footsteps as it effortlessly endured the onslaught of dozens of UNSC weapons.

Logan felt a bit of unease as the juggernaut suddenly halted, uncaring of the bullets that turned it's comrades into mincemeat. Instead, it raised its right arm at the humans, the limb morphing into a multi-barreled Gatling gun, prompting a quick response from Logan. "Get down!"

The order came too late as the behemoth's weapon let loose with a barrage of black bolt that tore through the armor of a dozen Marines and five ODSTs with laughable ease. As the volley ceased as quickly as it started, Logan quickly primed a frag grenade and threw it in the hostiles direction, and to his surprise not a single one of them bothered to dodge as it detonated. The shrapnel from the blast tore through a half dozen of the armored imps but merely got the big guy's attention. It merely gave him a gold stare that would've sent lesser men running in terror.

But he was a Spartan. Where others would run, he merely drew his ax and key weapon and prepared to charge. But he stopped in his tracks when the giants weapon limb morphed into a single massive barrel which caused Logan to sweat-drop. "Well sh-"

He didn't get to finish as he was hit by a blast from its cannon that sent him crashing into a nearby Warthog, the impact damaging it beyond repair and shattering the MJOLNIR shields. Upon coming to a halt, Logan slowly got back onto his feet as alarm klaxons rang in his helmet. Due to the pain equivalent to a blow from a Hunter's shield, he barely reacted in time to dispose of a trio of unarmored Imps when the giant prepared to fire once more, only to finally fall under a hail of rockets and .60 cal bullets. The source of the Spartan's salvation was the familiar faces of Leone and Sam with a rocket launcher and sniper respectively the latter of the two beckoning him over to an open Pelican on the verge of taking off alongside three others that were already closed up. "Come on Logan! We got to get the hell out of here!"

He received further encouragement when the ships intercom blared once more. "T-minus 30 seconds."

Needing no further encouragement, Logan made a wild dash towards the Pelican, grabbing an MD40 Shotgun and what shells he could as he did so. Managing to reach the Pelican as it lifted off the ground, he made his way to the cockpit and urged the pilot to start moving. "Punch it!"

The pilot gave her affirmation before throwing the throttle. "You got it, luv."

With that, the Pelican shot out of the hanger, engines belching out jets of flame as the craft entered the dark void. Mere moments later, the view-port suddenly polarized as orange light enveloped the transport and those beside it, signaling that the ship had indeed imploded and created a short-lived star. The sight that greeted the cockpit's occupants as the light faded out, however, left them in shock. A massive planetoid stood in front of them, almost encompassing the entire view-port, but most surprising was the machinery encompassing it, almost as if it was merely a massive station. Logan was the first to recover from his shock, getting a sense of familiarity from the designs. Could it be Forerunner? What little information he obtained on them seemed to support that theory, but he could not say fro certain. He was brought out of his musings by the pilot. "Um, sir? Something's going on with the flippin' comms.'

True to her word, static filled the cockpit for a few seconds before a semi-deep voice began speaking. "Do not panic, Reclaimers. I will be merely guiding you to a suitable landing site. Head to the specified coordinates inside the shield world. I will guide you from there."

With that, the line cut off, leaving continuous static and a confused who absentmindedly brushed a few strands of brown hair back under her helmet before speaking. "What did that bloke mean by 'inside' the planet?"

As if in response to her question, a massive section of the planet split into numerous symmetrical pieces and opened up, the bright light behind it almost inviting. And despite the shit-ton of questions and suspicions he had, Logan decided to accept. "Alright pilot, notify the others and then take us in."

With a bit of skepticism, she acknowledged the order and set the course. Meanwhile, Logan made his way back to the troop bay, only to be ambushed by Leone who furiously clung to him and began to sob dramatically. "Oh Logan, thank goodness you're alright! I don't know what I'd do if I lost you!"

The Spartan-III shook his head in exasperation at the ODST's behavior. "One, we barely know each other. Two, I've survived much worse. Three, could you let go of me?"

Leone merely gave him a seductive look in response. "Well, maybe we can find a place to 'get to know each other.' How does that sound?"

With that question, she removed the Spartan's helmet, much to his annoyance as a visible scowl formed on his face with his response. "How about you just sit DOWN!"

At the last word, he threw the blonde ODST into a nearby seat, earning a pout from her as Logan went to sit down himself, placing his helmet to the side as Samantha slid next to him with a cheeky grin on her face. "So, you catch the pilot's name?"

Logan raised an eyebrow in confusion at this question before turning to face her. "No, why?"

He was met with an indifferent shrug. "I don't know, she seemed cute."

Logan sweat-dropped at that answer. "Now is seriously not the time for such things. Besides, I didn't know you swung that way."

"Alright, fair enough. And I actually swing both ways. But that's beside the point. Look Logan, I'm just trying to keep a positive outlook on things, maybe you could do the same."

Logan gave off a tired sigh before slumping in his seat and responding. "How can I do so when this could be the prelude of another Human-Covenant War?"

Her answer came as a chuckle before she spoke. "Well, for starters, you could try not to be so glum."

Sensing no reaction from her friend, she placed an armored gauntlet on his shoulder, and spoke in a more serious tone. "All joking aside, if what you say is true, and this is the start of a new war, then worrying about it to this extent is not going to help morale. At least wait until we've figured out what the hell's going on."

Logan then nodded in understanding, realizing that she had a point. "You're right, it is best to keep a level head."

Relieved at this answer, she gave his shoulder a pat and spoke. "That's what I like to hear.'

The rest of the flight was relatively uneventful save for a green-haired ODST name Lubbock getting his balls smashed by Logan for 'checking out' Leone, resulting in the blonde further desiring him. And later on, Samantha noticed the lone medic on the Pelican, a light blonde that she did not know the name of, stealing glances at her friend. And judging from the subtle blush on her face, Samantha reasoned that Leone might have some competition. As she made a mental note to compile a list for any future additions, the Pelican shook for a brief moment before the bay door opened up. And standing before it were two individuals.

One, an older man dressed in blue sorcerer robes (don't ask, don't tell) and a bearded face that showed wisdom beyond his years.

The other, a short, bulky, yet sleek robot with two huge eyes on a black screen, and bulky hands which it waved in greeting. "Greetings, humans. I'm-"

Before it could finish speaking in its surprisingly squeaky voice, a silver orb with one turquoise bulb for an eye appeared out of nowhere and fired some sort of laser at it all while shouting angrily, "CONFOUNDED ANCILA, YOU BROKE THE TELEPORTATION GRID!"

At this declaration, the bot let out a shriek similar to a grunt and flew in terror, with the orb in pursuit. This caused the man to sigh in mild annoyance before speaking. "I apologize for that, but as of now, I wish to welcome you to this world. I am Master Yen Sid, and I have been waiting for you, Logan Fenris."

R and R. I own nothing except Ocs, though Logan belongs to Spartan-626.

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