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I apologize for spelling/grammar errors in advance. I wanted to get this out and I will be sure to fix those mistakes.
He could vividly remember Halo and it's deepest, darkest secret. He recalled waking up on the Pillar of Autumn, lying on a bed in the medbay. Some UNSC doctor on the ship had informed him of the injuries that Peter had sustained back on Reach. Peter had asked the doctor if Noble Six had successfully survived or at least made it out. The doctor said that they were unsure, but chances were extremely low. Then Peter asked about his team, holding on to hope that they made it out alive. Again, the doctor gave the same answer. Peter cursed.
Major Silva, an ODST officer, had walked in and introduced himself to Peter. He was aware of his actions on Reach and admitted that he was impressed. Not many ODSTs had been given unique names by the Covenant; everyone had just been referred as Imps by the Covenant.
Peter and Silva chatted for a few moments, discussing their tales of fighting the Covenant. Silva mentioned that Hell-Spider had garnered quite the attention within the UNSC ranks; Peter had liquidated more Covie troops than the average ODST. Silva openly expressed his distaste for Spartans, believing that Spartans such as the Master Chief were machines. He believed that the ODSTs are going to be the ones to lead humanity to victory, not some human-turned-machine. Peter didn't know if his opinion was biased. Was it based on the fact that Master Chief had killed four ODSTs? Peter shared his opinion of the Spartans. He honestly believed that they weren't as bad as everyone thought they were. Silva frowned once he learned that Peter respected the Spartans, but he chose not to comment. Silva told Peter to rest up and hoped that Peter would make a full recovery so that he could work side-by-side with him. Peter knew that deep down that Silva wouldn't be pleased with working with him. He guessed that he rubbed off on the Major in a negative way. He wasn't going to change his opinion just so that he could fit in with every other ODST.
In an hour or so, Peter was informed that the Pillar of Autumn had just come out of slipspace. The Trooper heard some hush-hush conversations just outside the medbay. The crewman and personal talked about a strange ring-like world of some sort. Peter didn't like being kept in the dark, so he proceeded to get off his ass and find out what they had just discovered. He remembered rising up, groaning in discomfort. His injury that he had recently sustained hadn't really had time to heal, but it was slightly healed thanks to medical equipment and supplies.
The doctors had stripped him of his armor but they made sure to place them on a chair near the corner of the medbay. Peter pushed himself to grab his armor and be prepared for anything. For all he knew The Covenant could have followed them from all the way from Reach. He did not want to be in the medbay when the bastards attack. He wanted to be up in the front lines; he had vowed to kill every inhuman son of a bitch since the death of his parents and possibly his Uncle Ben.
Peter recalled stumbling outside the medbay. A nurse was walking by and she finally noticed him. She insisted that he get some much needed rest, but Peter wasn't having none of it.
"I don't want to be in that damn place when the Covenant start attacking." Peter said to the nurse with his helmet tucked underneath his arm. He had to hold in a hiss. Plasma burns were a bitch.
The nurse reluctantly allowed Peter to leave to wherever he was going. Peter made way for the bridge, knowing that Captain Keyes resided there. He passed by dozens of personal. Marines nodded to him, fellow Troopers had greeted him and patted him on the back, and Navy crewman gawked at him like he was a damn Spartan.
Before he went to greet the Captain, Peter made a short stop at the armory. He didn't like the feeling of being weaponless and an easy target and it didn't matter where he was; he could be in the UNSC's finest and most strongest bunker and he would still feel like an enemy was nearby. It payed to be prepared.
Peter retrieved an MA37 Assault Rifle as well as a BR55. It was the ideal weapon of choice for the ODST. He already has his fangs, but having a weapon or two in hand oddly reassured Peter. He wasn't a sadist, but he didn't want to die just because he was unprepared. Hell-Spider made sure to grab two grenades then head onto the bridge which wasn't too far.
Peter had finally made it to the bridge after having a short conversation with two helljumpers. Rounding the corner, Peter made way to the front of the bridge to hopefully be filled in on every single detail. He stopped in his tracks halfway. A ring-like structure or world was just outside the glass of the bridge. He described it as a Halo and it turned out to be the exact name of the installation, though Peter had no knowledge of that yet.
Peter continued his short journey, and in a few short moments he stopped right behind Captain Keyes. He had his hands clasped behind his back and observing the ring.
"Captain Keyes, sir." Hell-Spider saluted with his free hand. Keyes turned around to face the Private.
"Ah," Captain Keyes greeted, nodding for him to drop the salute. Peter did so. "Hell-Spider, Private First Class Peter Benjamin Parker. Shouldn't you be resting?" He asked with an arched brow.
"I don't like sitting around on my ass, following BS medical protocols, and resting in general, sir." Peter replied with dry humor.
"I can see why," Keyes muttered. "Anything special I can do for you, Private?"
"No, sir. Maybe a promotion." He joked with a goofy smile, something that rarely happened to Parker.
"Hmm," Keyes hummed thoughtfully. "I truly believe that you should be promoted. Hell, maybe up a rank or two, but you know that I cannot do that. Maybe when we get back to Earth I'll consider putting in a good word for you."
"Much appreciated, sir. Orders?"
Keyes turned around to resume observing the ring. It was strange and ominous, and turned out to hold a dark secret within the ruins.
The Captain sighed. "We've made a random slipspace jump in order to escape Reach. Cortana, the ship's newest addition, had made a jump to some coordinates based on some sort of artifact a while back. So...we're here. I'm contemplating on whether or not to investigate this strange object."
The holopanel next to the glass screen that Keyes was looking through to look at the ring glowed for a moment before a blue woman appeared on the panel.
"Captain, I've been scanning the interior of the ring and it looks like it can support life. It's an interesting design, I'll say." The woman with data scrolling across her body informed the Captain. She turned to look at Peter and appeared quite surprised. "Oh, I didn't know we had guests, Captain."
"Just a soldier looking for new orders, Cortana. Nothing more." Jacob said.
Suddenly, the ship violently shook and crew members in the bridge began to furiously work at their stations.
"Cortana, what just hit us!" Keyes spoke with alarm, gripping the holopanel to maintain his balance. Peter stumbled a bit before regaining his footing. He immediately placed on his somewhat damaged ODST helmet and shouldered his MA37, preparing to fight the Covenant.
"The Covenant!" She gasped, appearing shocked. "They've found us-followed us from Reach!"
A grim expressing painted the Captain's face.
"Damn it!" Peter cursed.
"It was only a matter of time," Keyes sighed. "What are we dealing with, Cortana?"
"Sensors indicate that multiple bogeys are inbound and it looks like boarding craft are just right behind them." She answered. Even if she was an AI, Peter could see through her and he saw the worry flash around her body.
"Damn," Keyes muttered softly. "Is it possible to land on that artificial ring? I don't care who or what built it just as long as we have a landing zone."
"Uh...roger that, Captain. Searching for possible landing areas now."
"Lieutenant!" Keyes barked towards a crewman at his station. The man seemed like he was struggling with something.
"Yes, sir?" The LT replied.
"I want all our weapons systems online and target any Covenant aircraft heading straight for us, understand?"
"Yes, sir!"
Keyes then turned to the Private First Class beside him. "Son, we're about to get hit. Hard. I have a hunch we're outnumbered, so I'm forced to land her on the ring's surface. Expect Covenant troops sooner or later. Regroup with the rest of the ODSTs aboard." He ordered.
"Sir, what about the AI?" Peter asked, remembering the protocol for AIs when abandoning ship. It was important as to prevent the Covenant from discovering Earth and possibly many more colonies.
"Do you understand me?" Keyes said in a strict tone, seemingly ignoring his previous comment.
"Yes, sir."
"Good, now move!" He hurriedly ushered him. Peter rushed out the bridge. Jacob Keyes stared at the spot where the ODST had once occupied. "Cortana, wake him."
"Aye aye, sir."
Peter, Assault Rifle in hand, had rushed over to the area that held the HEVs aboard the Autumn. He knew that the ODSTs would be leaving the ship in a dangerous way. Along the way, Peter had already encountered Covenant forces, but they were killed quite easily. He had already found a corpse of a battered Marine, a pool of blood forming around the corpse. He ignored it and began to quicken his pace. He rounded a corner, brought out his blade, and stabbed the red armored Elite that he was almost about to collide into. Luckily, it was the only elite that lead a small horde of Grunts and four Jackals. He picked off the Grunts with small controlled bursts from his MA37. The Jackals were a whole different problem; their shield deflected bullets and almost shielded their entire body, but luckily there were some few exposed spots. He took down the Jackals without prejudice, honing his marksmanship skills to hit the exposed areas. The three went down without a hitch, but the last one proved to be a problem. Peter almost made the decision to use one of his two grenades but he immediately squashed that idea. The Jackal was smart, moving from cover to cover, crouching low so that the shield could deflect and block the bullets that came. However, the Jackal failed to notice a frag grenade near his feet and Peter used that to his advantage. With precise accuracy, Peter hit the grenade with his Battle Rifle, causing it to explode and kill the Jackal. Purple blood and limbs of the Jackal spewed all over the place and Peter took a second to admire his work before continuing on.
After getting into three or four firefights, Hell-Spider had successfully made it to the HEV area, though it took about 15 minutes. Many ODSTs were already there including Major Silva.
"Took you long enough," Silva said, voice dripping with agitation.
"Sue me. I got into three firefights with Covenant troops. Alone." Peter scowled beneath his unique helmet.
"Don't tell me, just some Grunts and a few Jackals?" Antonio Silva guessed.
"Actually ran into an Elite Major and three Minors. Grunts were basically dead. Jackals proved to be a hell of a challenge. Bastards' smart."
"Really?" An incredulous female voice piped up. "You mean to tell me that you took on three Elites alone, Grunts, and Jackals? Sorry if I call bullshit on that,"
"Stow it, McKay." Silva ordered strictly. "Now's not the time. I've seen his record and he's tellin' the truth. Now get your act together!"
"We're leaving in pods, right?" Hell-Spider inquired. The many ODSTs in the room gave him an odd look. "I just came from the bridge. Captain said he's going to try and land the ship on the ring."
"Damn right, we're leaving this ship using a different method." Silva said with a hidden grin. "Alright, troops! The Captain is tired of company and wants us to leave this tub. As you may have already known, there's a construct down there fitted with atmosphere, gravity, and the one thing that Marines love like beer-and that's dirt beneath our feet."
Silva paused to get the point across his fellow Troopers. His eyes glazed over each and every ODST gathered in the room.
"Most of the crew-not to mention your fellow jarheads-will be leaving the ship in lifeboats. They'll ride to the surface in air-conditioned ships, sipping on their wine, and chomping down their appetizers. Not you, however. Oh no, you're going to leave this ship by a different method. Tell me, boys and girls...How will you leave?"
Everyone in the room knew the answer to that. It was a performed ritual. Together, the ODSTs roared the answer. "WE GO FEET FIRST, SIR!"
"Damned right," Silva nodded in approval. "Now let's get into those pods. Move, move, move!"
The Corporal shook his head. Now was a bad idea to divulge into his past. Standing up and shuffling to the door, Parker gave one last look to his temporary quarters. He stared at his bunk for a fraction of a second before quickly exiting the room to find Dutch and Romeo. They had a job to do. Peter could feel that the horrible war would finally be concluded. The UNSC and Covenant Separatists would stand victoriously over the prophet of Truth and his Loyalists. He could finally live free and alive if he were to survive this. Then, a saddening realization struck him.
He had no one left. His family and friends were presumed dead on Reach. Even if someone miraculously survived the invasion they surely must have died in the glassing. His Uncle Ben was MIA, Aunt May was probably burnt to a crisp along with his friends and peers. Well, the only family he really had left was Alpha-Nine and possibly their new addition, Captain Veronica Dare-who once dated Buck-but she remained on Earth with those ONI spooks. God knows what goes on inside ONI…
Rushing down the halls, Peter set out for someone within his team. He tried the mess hall, seeing that he frequently found Dutch and Romeo goofing off there, and his guess was correct. As he slowed his pace-but it was a considerably quick pace-Peter made way to the two ODSTs locked in an arm wrestling match.
"I'll...beat you this time, Dutch." Romeo grunted out, struggling to win the match. Dutch gave a confident grin and slowly pushed the other Helljumper's hand towards the table. Romeo started panting and used all of his mighty strength to fight back, but it was futile. Soon, Romeo's hand collided with the table harshly, bringing Romeo to draw his hand back and shake it.
"Damn, that stings!" Romeo exclaimed, shaking and rubbing his hand. "How is it that you keep winning?" He grumbled. He turned and finally noticed the Corporal.
"Oh, hey, Parker. What's up?" He greeted with a small smirk.
Parker kept his neutral expression. "Sergeant Major wants us to prepare for insertion."
Dutch stood up and dusted his hands, giving Peter a questioning look. "We using D77s or feet first?"
"Didn't he already tell you?" The ODST quirked an eyebrow. "You'd just disregard orders from someone as high ranking as him?"
"Yeah, he did tell us." Romeo said with a scowl. "But, you know him. Always wants us to be ready 30-45 minutes beforehand."
"He didn't mention that we were nearing our target?" Peter inquired.
"Nope," Dutch replied with a shake of his head. "Just goes to show how vague Sarge can be sometimes."
Corporal shook his head. "Anyway, I'd like to get ready early and not get my ass chewed off by a furious Johnson."
"Yeah," Romeo agreed bitterly. "My arms and ass are still sore from how many push-ups and squats I had to do."
"Hopefully the war will end here. I have a feeling it will." Dutch murmured.
"A feeling?" Romeo scoffed.
"Yeah, Romeo. It's called hope." Dutch gave a dirty to his friend.
"You could say I have hope." Peter shrugged. "I mean, with the Master Chief on our side as well as the Arbiter and several Elites-"
"Yeah," Romeo scoffed once again. "Working with the race that killed many of our soldiers. Great idea."
Peter continued despite being interrupted. "The tides have changed. Now, can we get going?"
Romeo and Dutch looked to each other before racing off to the armory to stockpile on weaponry. Peter followed afterwards and managed to catch up to them despite his late departure.
It took three minutes at most for the three to gear up. Mickey, Rookie, and Buck were already there, fitted with their respective armor. Peter grabbed an M7S SMG and a BR55 for the upcoming mission. Romeo, being the Sharpshooter of the team, picked up his SRS 99 Sniper along with an M6C. It was the standard loadout for a Sharpshooter like Romeo. Buck spoke to Romeo for a minute and stressed that he be as safe as possible, for he had accumulated a life-threatening injury in the form of a punctured lung thanks to a Brute Chieftain. Peter wasn't there to see Romeo get wounded in combat since he was separated from the drop, but fortunately his pod had landed somewhere near Rookie's position. What's even more miraculous was that both he and the Rookie were unconscious and stirred at the exact same time. Romeo had almost asphyxiated due to his punctured lung. Fortunately, the four had stumbled across a canister of biofoam at the train station. Applying the biofoam to the wound had tremendously helped Romeo but it was a temporary solution until they made it out.
Dutch decided on bringing a Spartan Laser and a M7S. Mickey chose to haul an M41 and a M7S. Buck went with the usual MA5C and M6C. Rookie was already geared and ready with his M7S and M6C. Once they were all done-they had already donned their armor-with picking magazines for their weapons like picking berries out of a bush they waited for further orders.
"So," Romeo grew a devious smirk as soon as he stood next to Gunny. "You planning on proposing to the Captain?"
Buck depolarized his helmet and gave Romeo a frightening glare. "What? Jealous?"
The Gunnery Sergeant's comment elicited a few chuckles and a hearty laugh from Dutch. Romeo frowned, grunting out his annoyance.
"No," He huffed out. His expression grew softer. "In full seriousness though, will you? It's obvious you two have a history."
Buck remained unresponsive, answering with nothing but silence. After a moment, Buck polarized his helmet and shouldered his MA5C. "...Maybe. After we survive hell." He replied in a grim tone.
"Not to be downer or anything," Peter interjected, staring at his fang or known as his customized knife with red and orange flames running along the edges all the way to the tip of his knife. He had done the paint job before Alpha-Nine's drop into New Mombasa. A somewhat sad look appeared on his face, but the helmet made it invisible to his teammates. "If I do survive and we do manage to win...I really don't have much to go back to...Everyone I knew were on Reach. You know how that turned out…"
The atmosphere in the armory became dark and somber. Parker's teammates pitied the man before them. He had lost everything on Reach, so what else was left?
"...Didn't you mention something about your Uncle a while back?" Romeo said after what appeared to be an eternity. He was hesitant to mention this as he didn't want to break the man before him even more.
Peter shrugged, resuming on sharpening his already-sharp knife. Now that Romeo's got a good look at it, the knife didn't even look like a knife.
"Yeah, but he's MIA." He replied. The sound of a knife scraping metal echoed around the room and made Romeo wince at the sound. "Some BS type of MIA, though. He was aboard the Spirit of Fire when he went MIA. Like my parents, he participated in the battle for Harvest. The last time any UNSC personnel saw him was at Arcadia, evacuating Civilians. Actually, that was the last known location of the Spirit of Fire. The UNSC declared everyone aboard that ship MIA, and I heard that they were considering on labeling it lost with all hands. Hell, I remembered hearing three Spartans aboard that ship."
"Damn," Mickey hissed with a cringe. "Losing a whole ship along with three Spartans?"
"Yeah," Peter nodded. "Imagine my surprise…"
As soon as Peter finished his sentence the door to the armory opened with boots hitting the floor. Alpha-Nine rushed and snapped at attention to the higher ranking soldier that had entered.
"Alright, Troopers!" Sergeant Major Johnson barked as he strolled down the armory. "This mission will possibly be your toughest mission yet-"
"Like the last one wasn't tough enough," Romeo muttered, causing Johnson to immediately snap to the Sharpshooter with a scowl. However, after about ⅙ of a second of staring at the visor of Romeo's helmet, Johnson broke off and continued his stroll, going forward and spinning on his heel to stroll once more. This process repeated many times.
"As I said, this mission will be the toughest. We need the toughest, most elite sons of bitches for this one. Your fellow Jarheads along with your tough, ass-kicking Spartan are already deployed on the ark along with a few of you Helljumpers. As we speak, those Leathernecks and the Master Chief will be clearing an LZ for the dawn to land and provide even more toys for them to play with. However, recon reports show that the bastards have found an...artifact of sorts. It seems that the artifact is quite important to the Covenant if the amount of troops stationed near it suggests otherwise. We cannot let the Covenant activate this artifact."
"Sir?" Rookie said respectfully.
Johnson stopped his strolling mid-way and approached Rookie.
"Go 'head, son." He nodded for the ODST to continue.
"What exactly does this artifact do?"
The dark skinned man in front of Rookie stared for a moment before taking off his Green Marine cap and slid a hand through his short hair.
"I'm glad you asked that," Johnson said and proceeded to place his cap back on. "You see, we don't exactly know what it does because, well, they never activated it. It could be another Halo; a weapon of sorts. I don't care if it's the next way of watching TV or the next coffee machine. All I want is that it needs to be destroyed-better yet, find a way to bring it up to the Dawn for them ONI spooks. As always, you will deploy feet first. But don't worry if you meet huge resistance. I'm confident that your somewhat hyper-lethal vector over here," He gestured towards Peter, "Would be able to take out most of the troops there."
"Hyper-Lethal Vector, sir?" Peter asked, voice laced with confusion.
"Basically you're almost on the same level as Spartan-117 and another Spartan. That Spartan goes by Spartan-B312 or Noble Six."
Peter nodded.
"Heh, so basically we got a Spartan on our team, huh?" Romeo chuckled.
"Somewhat." Johnson chuckled. Suddenly, his earpiece chirped, indicating that someone was contacting him. His features hardened, his smile vanishing. He reached for his earpiece and used his index and middle finger to essentially answer the call.
"Talk to me." The Sergeant gruffed out.
"Oh, thank god, Sergeant Major!" A panicked voice exclaimed in relief. Gunfire, both projectile and plasma, rang out from the other side of the call. "Lance Corporal Nickson, part of Recon squad 77, sir. My squad and I are ambushed by the brutes and we need immediate evac and support! The Covenant almost-Fuck! Fall back, fall back!"
"Talk to me soldier," Johnson demanded with narrowed eyes. "What's going on?"
"Shit-we got three wounded and four KIA. Five of us are trying to-GRR, get the hell out of here. Don't have much time-Brutes are closing in on us-The Covenant have activated the artifact! We managed to interfere, but they sure as hell are gong to try and activate it. Send-shit! Lance is down! Send support now!"
Johnson growled out, "Give those bastards your best, Marine! We're on our way. Sit tight."
"Copy that-UGH, Sarge. Gonna...give em' hell." Nickson coughed before cutting the link.
The ODSTs with Johnson gave expectant looks. Johnson sighed as he looked at each ODST of Alpha-Nine right in the eye.
"Shit's going down there," He began briskly. "Apparently them son's of bitches discovered our recon squad. They took some casualties, but hopefully they'll hold out long enough. This will result in a change of plans, helljumpers."
"How so?" Peter inquired.
"Instead of going feet first, you'll be taking a Pelican along with two Warthogs-I'd suggest a Gauss and the standard variant-and I'm going to send a Marine squad to provide assistance. You will be in charge of the mission, troopers. That squad of Marines will be at your command-and please do so to bring all of them including the recon squad home if possible. I've already lost too many men. I'm not going to lose anymore."
Anguish and a sense of loss briefly passed over the Sergeant's face before hardening into a scowl. Peter could understand as he too lost many.
With their mission, Alpha-Nine was determined to successfully complete their mission and bring all the leathernecks back safely. They knew they were going to suffer casualties but one death was better than twelve.
"We'll get right to it, boss." Buck said.
Johnson nodded. "Good, now move! I've already put in a word to prep your Pelicans. Those leathernecks should be there when you arrive."
The ODSTs quickly hustled out the armory and jogged towards the hangar while carrying their gear. Signs, crewmen, doors, and various objects around the ship whizzed by as they passed. They even passed by other UNSC troops that were rushing to their destination wherever that may be.
In a few short moments, the team made it to the hangar bay of the Dawn. Slowing down their pace exponentially, they approached two Pelicans. A Marine squad was already there, as Sarge promised. There were exactly ten Marines. Two were sitting on crates, one stood up with his arms folded, three were in a small triangle, conversing with each other, then the rest were inside the D77, anxiously waiting.
Buck was first to approach the squad.
"Who's in charge of this squad?" He asked them. All of them turned their attention to the new arrivals.
"That would be me," A Marine with a scar across his cheek got off the crate he was previously sitting on and walked up to the Gunnery Sergeant with no hint of fear. "Staff Sergeant Sol."
"Gunnery Sergeant Buck." Buck replied.
"Ah, one rank higher than me, eh?" Staff Sergeant Sol cocked his head in amusement. The rest of his squad seemed to come up and stand firmly next to him. He looked past Gunny's shoulder to see the rest of his squad but his gaze seems to linger on Peter. "Ah, Hell-Spider. Quite a reputation, huh?"
"Yes, sir." Peter nodded respectfully.
"You know, with all those confirmed kills-both Covenant and Rebel-I'm surprised you're still a Corporal after what? 15 to 20 years of service in the UNSC."
Behind his helmet, Peter closed his eyes shut to remember his service. From the death of his parents, missing Uncle, his decision, his sort of relationship with Liz Allan, his goodbye, boot camp, meeting his team, fighting the Rebels then defending Reach. They were all horrible memories. No matter how much Covies he killed, it wasn't enough to honor his deceased family. He was the only Parker left in the universe.
"My kills have no effect on my promotions, sir. Surely you must have heard on how hard it is to move up in the ODSTs." Peter answered.
"Oh, I'm well aware. It's just shocking to see another soldier rack up more kills than the average Joe. I could describe you in three words, son. H-"
"Hyper-Lethal Vector?" Peter guessed with an eye roll.
The Staff Sergeant snorted in amusement. "You're correct to an extent. But you're not on the level of the rest of the Spartans."
"When this war is over, you'll be a legend in the UNSC. That's for sure." A private next to Sol commented.
"And we'll be his lackeys? No, thank you." Romeo snorted, earning a harsh elbow from Dutch. Romeo made a grunt of pain from that action.
"I'm surprised your insides stayed inside." Mickey remarked, referring to the elbow Romeo received from Dutch.
"Ow, geez. Okay, I get the message, alright?" Romeo winced in pain. Rookie remained silent throughout the ordeal but he had a slight smirk etched on his face underneath the helljumper helmet he wore.
"Quit your bitchin'," Buck snapped, facing his team now. That had silenced his team. Gunny then returned to face the Staff Sergeant and his nine men. "Anyway, I assume Sergeant Major filled you in on the details?"
"Yeah, as soon as we got our asses back onto this ship." A Lance Corporal said bitterly. "Lost our LT. down there." He grumbled.
"Sure did. You'll be taking charge now. Orders?"
Now Sol felt like a private again, asking for orders from his Sergeant. It was a feeling he hasn't felt in so long.
Buck had everyone's attention now; both his team and the Marine squad. Buck sighed, knowing the oncoming battle(s) that he and the Marines might take part in. It was most likely, though. If the Forerunner artifact garnered the Covenant's attention then it must be crucial to turn the tides of the war, meaning that they would set up a base of sorts and deploy several troops to ensure that this one does not fall into human hands. He supposed this should be easy...hopefully.
A/N: Another chapter done. It took some time to write this because I began doing it two weeks ago then today I decided to finish it. I was lazy and schoolwork kept me from doing this. I want to make sure that this story is successful and hopefully many of you will enjoy it.
If it already don't know then Peter will travel into the Marvel universe and I'm aiming that he kind of goes through the Spectacular Spider-Man story with a few twists and turns. Basically, ODST Parker ends up in Spectacular Spider-Man and Spectacular Spider-Man is apart of the MU...Confusing, I know, but it will be explained as this story progresses.
By the way, should a member of Alpha-Nine travel with him? I've been thinking upon the idea but I have no idea what any of you will think of it so leave me your thoughts.