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I do not own HALO or Black Rock Shooter, if I did, I wouldn't be living in a homeless shelter while I'm waiting to be shipped out!

Chapter 2: Blue Team

Cryochamber Recuperation Area 1

John stared at the wall in front of him, an enormous towel wrapped around his shoulders. To his left and right were members of Blue Team, each in varying stages of shock and nausea. The Cryotechs claimed it was an emergency purge, or quick thaw, as it was commonly called. Most people related the experience to being birthed in Antarctica. Freezing cold and disgusting. Even a veteran like John had difficulty going through the process, and he was an augmented super soldier. He genuinely felt sorry for any regular human who had to go through the process. The sound of a vomiting Arbiter brought him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the Sangheili veteran to see him hunched over a five gallon bucket and looking miserable.

Thel glared at John, wiping his mandibles with the back of his hand. "When I find the human responsible for this, I am going to tear them limb from limb, treaty be damned!"

John nodded, half agreeing with the Arbiter, "I feel the same way, Arbiter. Unfortunately, the one who dragged us out of Cryo-stasis was Data, the ship's AI. He believed that the Cryolevels were in imminent danger. Apparently we were scanned and hacked by whatever intelligence is on the Forerunner outpost."

Thel just grumbled out something out unflattering in Wortish and ducked his head towards the bucket again.

Linda eyed the vomiting Arbiter with distaste, mildly disturbed by the sight. Turning to Fred, she blocked out the sound of the Arbiter, "What do you think happened, Fred? A quick thaw? Something must have scared Data to make him do that…"

Frederic-104, known as Fred to Blue Team, just shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows? If I had to guess, whatever intelligence is on the Installation wanted to know if we were a threat and decided to scan us. It probably hacked into the ship's system files while it was at it. The probe got too close to the Cryochambers, and Data forced an emergency purge."

"Actually, that is exactly what happened."

The Spartans and Arbiter turned sharply to look at the holographic image of Data standing in the middle of the room. John nodded at the AI, his scarred face passive, "I take it you are here to brief us?"

Data shook his head, "Not yet, your team is well enough to operate and has been suited up, you are to report to Pelican Bay Ten. Your weapons will be available for pickup there." He paused, realizing that someone was missing. "Where is Petty Officer Kelly?"

The brown haired Spartan staggered out of a nearby latrine,looking ridiculously pale, "Right-urp… Here… Just give me a minute to-urk… recover…" She groaned and staggered over to Linda, practically collapsing on top of her.

Linda glared at her, "What are you-"

"Shush… I'm just gonna rest here a bit." Despite the nauseated tone in her voice, there was a smile a mile wide on her face.

Linda's eye twitched in annoyance, and she dumped the now faking Spartan to the metal floor, ignoring the cry of outrage from the childish soldier, "I think were ready to suit up, Data. Arbiter, are you well enough to move."

Thel just grunted and stood, walking out the door. Due to the way the Sangheili made their armor, he was able to wear his through a quick thaw without any ill effects. Of course, that was without an Overshield Generator. "I will wait for you at the designated area."

Kelly smirked at the retreating form of the Arbiter, "Well, someone isn't a morning person."

John stood, cracking his neck and silencing his team, "Blue Team. Suit up and move out. Be on site for the briefing or get left behind." He turned away and went a short ways away, where a small team of engineers were waiting to put his armor on and calibrate it. His departure was the signal to the rest of Blue Team that their break was over. They quickly made their way to their own designated Armor Stations. The time for jokes and wisecracks was over. Now was the time to be Spartans.

***30 MIN LATER***

Kelly cradled M45 Shotgun to her armored chest, grinning like an idiot beneath her helmet. She had gotten some new Dragon's Breath munitions from the UNSC surplus last time they were planetside, and she couldn't wait to test it out on something. Preferably something trying to kill her, but hey, a target was a target was a target. If she shot something with the shotgun, she would be happy. Ignoring the strange looks she was receiving, she attached her personal weapon to the magnetic strip on her back and slid the standard issue magnum into its holster.

The Arbiter chuckled, a wet, choking sound, "As a warrior race, my kind cherishes their weaponry, and we will sometimes name them, but I don't think we hug them as if they were a lover."

The recon specialist whirled around, a scathing retort on her lips, "Oh yeah? Well-"

"Rabbit! That's enough. Get your gear and head on over to Data to get briefed." Fred calmly walked past the two, cradling a DMR in his hands. "And remember, that's the Arbiter you're about to insult. He control's an entire nation. As much as I doubt he would call all out war from one human's comments, no one would stop him from impaling you on an energy sword."

If a Sangheili could look smug, Thel was there. He somehow smiled at Kelly, as if daring her to insult him. His hand drummed a beat on the hilt of the energy sword clipped to his waist, "Well, Daemoness? Do you have anything to say to me?"

Kelly watched the Arbiter nervously from behind her helmet visor. As much as she doubted the Arbiter would purposely hurt her outside of combat training… She suddenly grinned and sauntered up to the alien. With a strange sort of calmness, she reached up and poked his face. "Tag, your it."

Before the Arbiter could react, she was gone. A few of the men in the area yelled in surprise as a green wall of armor streaked between them. Thel watched as Kelly slid to a stop next to Fred and John, and waved cheekily at him. He grumbled wearily in Wortish and clomped after her, followed closely by Linda, who had a SRS99-S5 stuck to her back via magnetic strips and a magnum. Chief nodded to the two of them, checking the readout and magazines for his Assault Rifle carefully as he waited for Data to begin the briefing. "Try not to let Kelly get to you, Arbiter. She's just nervous. The last Installation we went to… It wasn't pretty."

Thel just snorted and glanced at Kelly, who was now shifting from foot to foot, "If you ask me, she drank to many of those caffeinated beverages you humans are so fond of."

Fred bit his lip to prevent himself from laughing, "That's enough you two. Data is ready to begin the briefing."

The AI nodded gratefully, "Thank you, Lieutenant." A holographic representation of the Forerunner outpost flickered to life next to him. "We discovered Installation 44-15UR approximately three months ago, after the fall of the Genesis Outpost. It is one of the smallest installations discovered so far, and is the most distant outpost we have found so far. At the time of it's discovery, ONI scientists deemed it a simple exploration outpost, abandoned after whatever cataclysm wiped out the forerunners. It was completely deactivated, save for a small power leak near the energy core. All attempts to gain access to the interior were useless, so it was forgotten. Two days ago however, the Installation reactivated itself, sending out what we believe to be a strong distress beacon." The display vanished, and Data remained silent for a moment."

"When we arrived, the Captain had the ship stop outside what he thought was the Installation's gravitational an scanning range. Unfortunately, there was a miscalculation. The Installation began scanning the ship and its systems. It hacked the engines and navigational protocols, forcing us to remain here. I forced an emergency purge after the scanning probe strayed too close to the Cryogenic Protocols. My apologies for any discomfort. Shortly after I purged you, the installation opened its main access point and forced the ship's own scanners to begin scanning. What they picked up was truly remarkable."

Data gestured to the side, where a holographic audiograph appeared. The Spartans recognized the sound instantly, being well versed in combat medicine. The Arbiter however, looked confused. "What is that noise? It is unfamiliar to me…"

Kelly turned to the alien, her excitement almost palpable, "It's a heartbeat, Arbiter. A human heartbeat!"

Thel looked sharply at the AI, skepticism clear in his eyes and crossed arms. "Are we certain about this, computer?"

Data nodded, "There is only a two percent chance of error." The holgram vanished and the AI snapped to attention. "This is a Reconnaissance and Retrieval Mission, Blue Team. Your objectives are as follows: Find the Monitor for this Installation if one exists, activate the Cartographer, find and retrieve the source of the heartbeat. Kill any and all hostiles in the vicinity. Petty Officer Pravdin, you will be piloting the Pelican. Good luck, Blue Team." The AI vanished, having delivered the captain's orders.

John stuck his assault rifle to the magnetic strips on his armor, "Blue Team, move out. We have our objectives and our standing orders. Let's try to be back here by dinner this time." He stood to the side to allow Linda to board the Pelican first, followed by Kelly and Fred.

The Arbiter stopped in front of the legendary Spartan, a pensive look in his eyes. "What do you make of this, Daemon?"

John frowned, the expression hidden behind his golden visor. "Honestly, Arbiter, I don't know. The last time we encountered something alive on a Forerunner Installation…"

He nodded, "The Didact, yes. But he wasn't fully alive… Nor was he human. This is something else entirely."

The Spartan nodded, "Yes. However, this is not the time to be talking. We have a job to do Arbiter. Once that's finished, then we can ask questions." He turned away and entered the craft, followed by Thel after a brief moment of hesitation.

Linda calmly began starting up the Pelican, opening up a line of communication with flight control. "Control, this is Linda-058, requesting permission to fly."

The radio was silent for a moment, but crackled to life quickly, "Linda-058, this is Control. You are clear for takeoff. Try to keep Chief from tearing up the Pelican this time. The UNSC may be able to afford it, but we're starting to get carpel tunnel from the amount of paperwork he's giving us."

Linda rolled her eyes, "I'll be sure to relay the message. See you at dinner, Control." She turned and looked back at the passenger area. "You hear that Chief? Try not to break our ride out of that place."

John just looked at her sourly and nodded. "Start flying, Linda."

"Yes, sir…"

The engines whined briefly as they pushed the Pelican into the air. Linda carefully maneuvered the craft across the landing pad and out into space. Once out of the ship, she put a little more power into the engines and cruised away.

Well, this is turning out to be quite fun! I'm trying to give the wntire team and ship more of a military style, except Kelly of course. She's the comic relief. Also, I'm shipping Kelly and Linda. SHIP CREATED! DEATL WITH IT! *ahem…* Now that we have those pleasantries out of the way, wanted to thank the Guest reader who pointed out a few mistakes I had made. I'm not quite sure why autocorrect decided that John-117 should be John-411, but I corrected it as soon as I could. Heh… Correcting Autocorrect… Redundancy at its finest. As for Thel's name, I had seen it spelled Vadaam when I first started writing this crossover, so I went with it.I'm also still waiting on suggestions for thos other fanfictions I'm working on.

Next Chapter: Blue Team Shattered Heart-093 and his charge!

Last,but certainly not least, You may recall that I put out a preview for an original story I was trying to write. Unfortunately, it seems to have completely stagnated. No ideas or plot lones will connect whatsoever. So, I have decided to switch tactics. Instead of a Supernatural story, I will be writting science fiction. I seem to have better luck with that anyways. So, without further ado, here's a first look at Project Valkyrie!

Olympia City, District 84 UNSAF Military Installation

03:06 26871019

Sirens wailed in the distance as UNSAF soldiers scurried around the grounds, preparing for a dust storm heading straight for Olympus Mons. A massive wall of darkness tumbled towards the city, portions of it being lit red by powerful lightning bursts. It was almost upon the city, and yet the usually punctual military seemed desperately , the sirens would have begun warning people at least thirty minutes before the dust storm arrived, but the main system was undergoing maintenance and the backup system was out of order for some reason. Thus, they had no time to prepare for the ridiculously large storm. It was the largest one in fifteen years, and not even the rich upper class near the peak of the extinct Martian volcano would be safe from the primal fury of the red planet.

Amongst the frantic confusion created by the bustling soldiers, two figures made their way hurriedly towards the landing pads, where numerous VTOL carriers were being prepped for the storm. The first was a military scientist from the ONI Genetic Research Department. Although if you asked her where she worked, the scientist would have responded with GenTech Laboratories. Unbeknownst to the public, that was merely the public front to ONI, a military shadow organization they believed to be destroyed. Her fiery red hair, pale freckled skin, and brilliant emerald green eyes marked her distinct Irish heritage. Her thin, white lab coat billowed in the breeze, revealing the ONI uniform underneath. She rarely wore it, save for the rare occasion where she visited an installation such as this. This particular installation housed a genetically modified meta-organism, codename Project Valkyrie. She glanced behind her and spoke with a soft Irish burr, "Are you okay, Stella?"

Behind the scientist, in a military uniform that was obviously to big for her, a teenage girl even paler than the irishwoman followed closely. An army cap was pulled down low over her face, and a pair of shaded military safety glasses covered her eyes. She nodded imperceptibly, not speaking aloud. The older woman opened her mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by a soldier near the VTOL craft.

"Doctor Erikson, what are you doing on the surface? YOu hear the sirens right? It isn't safe out here"

Doctor Sarah Ericson, turned and lifted her chin, looking at the soldier with an air of superiority and arrogance, "Those siren's are exactly why I'm here, Lieutenant! I have important research in my personal labs, and it is of the utmost importance that I return to ensure that my aides haven't accidentally contaminated any of it!"

The soldier just shook his head, "I'm sorry, doctor, but all flights have been grounded across the city. If the sirens had gone off maybe twenty minutes earlier, then you might have been able to go. Don't worry, I'm sure your research will be just fine." His eyes began darting to the odd looking 'soldier' behind the doctor. "Who are-"

"Are you quite finished?" Dr. Erikson cut the lieutenant off abruptly, stepping in close and glaring at him. The sight of the diminutive woman ficing him with such a heated stare reminded the man of the rumors. Dr. Erikson had definitively inherited the Irish temper when she was born, and if there was one thing you di not want to do, it was anger Dr. Sarah Erikson.

"Wh-what? I-"

Sarah snapped her fingers in front of the stuttering Lieutenant, confusing and unnerving him further. With her other hand, she discreetly gestured for the girl, Stella, to board the nearest VTOL. "Please, try to keep up, soldier. I hate it when I end up talking to people dumber than some of the experiments at GenTech, and some of those are practically brain dead! My labs are only a few blocks away. If I take that VTOL and leave now, I can easily make it in time to get inside and make sure everything is safe. Don't worry though," She reached up and slapped his cheek lightly, sidestepping him and heading to the VTOL. "I'll make sure you get your bird back in one piece."

Acting instinctively, the soldier reached out and grabbed her arm, "Ma'am, I'm afraid I can't let you"

Doctor Erikson rounded on the man, fixing him with an icy stare that made him trail off nervously. Through clenched teeth, she hissed out, "Release me, right this instant," When he stubbornly refused, she added bluntly, "Private."

He let go of the woman as if touched with a red hod poker. Faced with the threat of demotion, the Lieutenant did what any smart soldier would do. He saluted stiffly, snapping to attention, "Stay safe, Doctor…"

Sarah nodded and marched smoothly to the VTOL, where Stella was waiting in the copilot seat. A pilot helmet concealed her face better than the glasses and hat. She climbed in after the girl and sat in the pilot's chair, starting the engines hurriedly. As she did so, a group of heavily armed men burst from the main complex and spread out, followed closely by a grim looking man in a General's uniform. A nasty scar traced its way across his face, starting from the top of his left eyebrow, and ending at the bottom of his lower right jaw. The Lieutenant noticed the commotion and rushed to the general's side, "What seems to be the problem, sir?"

The man twisted around to look at him, a mixture of panic and rage in his eyes, "Where is Erikson!? Have you seen her?"

He nodded and pointed at the VTOL, which was slowly beginning to take off, "Yes, sir! She is in the VTOL, along with a new recruit! She had to return to her labs to secure some sort of research, sir!"

The general turned an odd shade of plum and roared at the lieutenant, "You incompetent fool! That was subject seven! You just aided a domestic terrorist in the theft of a highly classified weapon and god knows how much intelligence!"

The lieutenant's blood ran cold, "G-General Striker, I swear I-"

The general ignored him and drew his sidearm, "All units, fire at the VTOL! Aim to shoot it down!" His men were quick to follow his orders, turning their assault weapons on the hovering VTOL. The air filled with the sound of gunfire as bullets flew through the air. Unfortunately, the men were unprepared to shoot down a military grade transport, so their bullets did little more than scratch the paint of the craft. The roar of the VTOL's engines drowned out the gunfire as it roared away from the military compound.

The general snarled and pulled out his radio, barking an order into it, "Lucian, you are cleared for active duty! Shoot that thing down, now!"

A man wearing an unmarked uniform burst from the complex, carrying a truly massive sniper rifle in his arms. With speed and agility that could only be described as inhuman, he scaled the tallest guard tower and took aim at the receding form of Doctor Sarah's VTOL. There was a brief moment of silence, before the booming report of the massive gun resounded in the air. The sniper's aim was true, and he would have destroyed the VTOL's main engine, had it not been for a small gust of wind that occurred just before he had fire. The force caused him to shift his aim, by only a few millimeters, but still enough to for him to miss the engine. However, the devastating bullet struck the left wing of the craft, practically tearing it off. The men watched as it began to spiral out of control, disappearing behind the city skyline. A cloud of fire and smoke billowed up from the crash sight, marking its position for all to see.

General Striker stared at it silently, before turning away and heading back to the base. The dull thunder of the dust storm had now becom a constant roar. It was upon them now. "Get a retrieval team together to recover the crashed VTOL. If you find any survivors, bring them to me alive. Use the dust storm as cover. Someone contact the local media. Tell them that a training exercise was occurring just before the dust storm hit ad the pilot made an error, resulting in the crash. As for you, Lieutenant… Your services are no longer required."

The soldier blinked in surprise and confusion, clearing his throat, "What do you mean, Gen-"

The sound of a second sniper blast went off, and the man's chest practically exploded. He flew back several yards and landed in a pool of blood and viscera. The General continued on his way and nodded at Lucian as he dropped down from the tower, "Excellent shot, Subject Six. Report to Lab B for a few quick tests, and the return to your quarters."

The genetic experiment nodded and pulled the earpiece from his pointed ear. He glanced down at the body and wrinkled his nose in disgust at the smell, "And what of the corpse, sir?"

"Leave it, there's no need for him to be stinking up the complex while's we're all stuck inside."

He nodded and followed everyone inside, handing the rifle to his handler. Soon the yard was clear of all uniformed men, save for the body of the dead Lieutenant. The red sands of Mars eagerly soaked up his blood, anchoring it to the ground as the massive dust storm hit and plunged the world into darkness.

So, what do you think!? The entire thing above was free written, so it isn't a definitive part of the book, but more of a glimpse into the world of Project Valkyrie! Signing out and preparing to write chapter three… Ego Mortem Pstifer Mundi.