CHAPTER 1 (I don't own Warhammer fantasy or Halo)
The cold ice of the grey mountains shone in the setting dusk and over the dwarf settlement of Karak Azgaraz a comet is flying towards the mountain side. Many a dwarf was impressed and a little terrified from the flying spectacle.
As soon as it landed the pelican almost instantly burst into flames roasting everyone on it except for one spartan.
The sun shined as the warrior opened his eyes under his recon helmet, he was 37 but since he had been in cryosleep for so long he had the body of a man in his late twenties. He got up and dusted of the snow and ice of his white and red armour. Then realisation struck him he had no idea where he was. He had been on the ark a few weeks ago in a cryo pod from being on reach.
He decided he wanted to take a look around, so he pulled out the essentials 1 assault rifle and magnum and his trusty falchion and grenades which he pulled out of the snow whereas the other weapons were nowhere to be seen most likely falling of the mountain he was on.
He had always preferred falchions to katanas and energy swords because he was a more brutal kind of spartan wanting to give the covenant exactly what they deserved.
1 hour of foraging for what nourishment was left in the ship he acknowledged he needed to find some food and water before he would eventually starve.
He then equipped his lucky sash he wore on his armour which had on its straps: two combat knives, shotgun shells, plasma grenades, frag grenades and ammunition with two front pockets containing more shells because he was the "always looking for a fight." Spartan and he often found one. But for some reason he never told his name to anyone. Making him secretive and suspicious.
And with one last ammunition check and weapon check he finally set of to find shelter.