Chapter 1- A Bond Formed, An Alliance Broken
A red blaze flew at the Chief, as he hurled himself out of the way. Rosenta and Washburn weren't as lucky as he was though, both of them being decapitated. Falcon's Eye shot a white-clad enemy through the head, and wounded a second with another shot from her S2AM Sniper's Rifle. The Spartan chucked a grenade and killed two enemies and then let a clip into another. He rolled, ran, and dealt one of the enemies a blow to the head, then ended his life with a burst from his AR to his head. The black figure turned toward him and Chief was downsized with a feeling of loss...pain...suffering. The memories of his Spartan-II brothers and sisters flooded back into his mind, clouding his concentration.
He tried to shake them out, tried to get back on his concentration, but he was feeling remorse and gladness and weakness at the same time. He shook his head, fired a random burst, and fell to the ground, shaking with cold sweat clinging to his eyebrows. There was something about this person, something that made the Super-Soldier go numb to the core. Something about him was nothing that the Covenant could have, or do, or even imagine they could do. He heard automatic weapons fire and lasers flying in every direction, and then he felt himself being lifted off the ground, and was gasping for air.
He looked at the figure. He wore all black, with a mask that had two eye-shields behind which the tortured soul of a lost being lingered. Black gloves concealed his hands, while boots and a cape added to his look. A little box was situated on his chest, or where his chest would've been if the armor were not covering it, with blue and red lights that monitored health levels or something.
Then as he looked into the creatures' eyes, he felt something touch his mind. The being was inside his minds, groping out for the Spartans' own thoughts, trying to find where the rest of him were. Cortana tried to fight him off, but it was no use because this was no machine or AI invading his mind, this was the black figures' mind.He gasped for more air, clutching at his throat, trying to break the alien's grip. Then, with one last look, he drifted off into the deep reaches of death.
Just then, a picture flooded into his mind. It was one of a woman with big, green eyes, ODST standard crew-cut hair, and realized who it was. Lieutenant Melissa McKay. He wasn't about to give up without killing more Covenant to avenge her death.
He was brought back to the real world, and punched the enemy in front of him. The Spartan was immediately dropped, he picked up his AR, then unloaded a full clip into the creature, and followed off with a sticky, plasma grenade that he stuck to the things' cape. It detonated and sent the menace soaring across the room. The Helljumpers hosed the remaining enemies with fire, and the enemy finally retreated living two prisoners alive.
"Come on we got to get you out of here!" The petty officer barked. The POWs picked up the laser guns and hustled to regroup with the Marines. Both of them shook their heads in thanks to the soldiers after looking at their deceased mates.
They ran back to the evac point and waited for the Pelican to arrive. Cortana tried to contact it, but only received static. Oh jeeze, I just need to be late for coffee, after being stuck on this dumb thing. "I'll try again later people, but for now-," she paused, "-you're just going to have to hold up here until Evac arrives.
"Oh God help us!" BM exclaimed.
"God? We need a whole UNSC fleet to save us from this living hell." Falcon's Eye bemusedly responded.
"Okay soldiers. Calm down. I know it may seem bad with new Covenant soldiers and all, but—," he was interrupted by one of the new allies.
"Sir, those weren't, did you call them Covenant? Those weren't the aliens you speak of. That was Darth Vader of the Sith, who rule over the Covenant. He is part of the galactic Empire which is ruled by an evil man known only as Lord Sidious."
"What? What do you speak about?" Cortana questioned over the external speakers of the MJOLNIR armor.
"They rule all galaxies. They could destroy us all, with one blink of an eye, one snap of a finger." The other one responded.
"What the crack are you talking about?" Jonathon Lars said raising his weapon.
"Please, he has gone crazy sitting in that cell for all those months." He paused, then continued, "We are part of a group called the Rebellion, or Rebels. The Sith took over the galaxy many years ago, almost a thousand in fact. One of our leaders is the son of the person you just encountered, his name his Luke Skywalker. The other is Luke's sister, Leia Skywalker.
"We sent a transmission saying that we were 'Marines' in hope of becoming allies and ending the Emperial reign. If we do not, our race and your race will be annihilated by the Empire and leave only the Covenant and Emperials to have legion over this land."
"Cut the crap dangit." BM said.
"This is not crap. What he says is true." Cortana said over the speakers. Everyone listened intently as the AI continued, "I've been hearing rumors of other life at there besides us and the Covenant, while spying on the conversation at ONI.
"I knew that was the reason we were sent on this mission. To try and form a bond with this other life. The other life is those white-clad enemies and these gentlemen right here. The UNSC Admiral's didn't agree with ONI though, and if we accept the treaty with the Rebels, we could split the UNSC in half."
The Chief contemplated the thought before saying, "I would love to have allies to fight those Covie bastards with."
The POWs grinned, relief flashed a crossed their faces. BM and Falcon's Eye nodded in agreement, and the Lars bothers introduced themselves to their new found allies. Cortana radioed out to the Pelican, which arrived two minutes later, and picked up the people inside the structure.
The news spread to the Admirals, ONI, and Marines like wild fire. Soon, the fleets would split up and head different directions.
A Bond Formed, An Alliance Broken. The UNSC would never be the same.