2 Separate Wars

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or Halo.

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Silverman watched his view screen, watching the 3 ships come closer.

"Sarge, do you copy? This is Silverman."

"Roger, Silverman. What is it?"

"Switch to camera 5."

There was silence on the COM, and then Silverman heard Sergeant Grale say:

"Son of a bitch!"

He heard Grale talk to Hood via COM, and he started to feel very hot.

His pod was entering the atmosphere.

He started to sweat underneath his armour, and he shut his eyes, waiting for the heat to stop, and the real fall to begin.

Although it was completely irrelevant, Silverman thought the situation called for it. He played a song that was at least 550 years old: a rapping song by the name of Numb/Encore, by a number of deceased people like Linkin Park and Jay-Z. He played it over the platoon's frequency, and the beginning came on. He started to regret it, but then thought better of it when the words 'One last time I need ya'll to roar', and 'One last time, we gonna make some noise' were said. He suddenly realised that it fitted the situation, and he smiled under his helmet as he broadcasted it over every speaker in the radius of 5 km, so every Covenant son-of-a-bitch would know that if they died, they would make some noise, and take down as many of them as possible.

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Xan looked at the floating station near their ship, and he asked:

"Is it hostile?"

"We know that all the silver ones are," replied the radar officer.

"But we're not sure about the other ones."

Xan looked at the statistics for the planet 'Earth', and he saw that it was inhabited by humans.

"Strange that this world hasn't been found by the Republic," he said.

"Encore, we'll do ya one more!" the voice boomed over the speakers.

"What the hell is that!" Xan shouted, flinching at the sudden amount of noise.

Music and voices sang over the speakers, and they couldn't shut it out.

"Send out a transmission to the station!" he barked, trying to ignore the music, which he was starting to like.

"Yes, sir!"

After a few anxious seconds of waiting, the COM officer said:

"Transmission away!"

They waited, and Xan told them to keep some Beta missiles ready – no need to waste their MPL's on this station – because they only wanted to daze those inside. If worse came to worse, than they would fire the MPL's. He watched the station, waiting for a reply. When no response came, Xan said:

"Get Alpha through Gamma ready for boarding action. And assemble a new Bravo fire team."

"Yes, sir!"

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Silverman felt his HEV start to slow slightly, and he knew that the ride was almost over. He braced himself for impact, and cut the music.

"Hey, Silverman," said Cpl. Lindy McCabe.

"Turn that shit back on."

"Yeah," agreed Cpl. Laurence Donn.

"You could at least give us the luxury of listening to century year old stuff. Hey, where did you find it anyw-"

Donn was cut off as his pod hit the ground, and Silverman got worried. Hitting the ground never cut off your COM unit, unless you're dead. Or your helmet malfunctions.

Which is very rare.

Silverman's pod smashed into the ground with such force that his bones shook violently, almost dislocating some of them. The door of his pod blew open, and he jumped out, shouldering his Battle rifle. All around him his fellow ODST's crashed in their pod's as well, making it look as if it was raining large rocks. He surveyed the area, and saw dozens of buildings all around him, most of which stretched above the clouds.

"Split up into squads of 6," ordered the Sarge.

"I'll be leading the first with Kensor, Grell, Hanns, Hlinkch and Brode. We'll be going into that building there." One ODST, obviously the Sarge, pointed to the building to his right.

"It's pronounced 'Hl-in-ch, sir." Pointed out Mark Hlinkch.

"Whatever. Silverman will be leading the 2nd squad with McCabe, Mendez, Axton, Ryan and Quanse. You'll be going to the building at the end, and once all the buildings are secure, we'll set up a number of Command Posts."

"Yes, sir!" Silverman said.

"McCabe, Ryan, Axton, Mendez, Quanse: report in."

They all said they're names, one-by-one, letting Silverman know that they weren't dead.

"Casualties?" he asked McCabe.

"In Alpha we've lost Donn, Orn and Tyler. Other fire teams are unknown, but Alpha Captain Chris Haynes is MIA."

Their fire team was Alpha, and they were waiting confirmation from the others. Alpha company consisted of 2 platoons, and they each had 13 fire teams in them. Silverman looked at their designated building, saw a Phantom lift off from behind it and scream off into the distance, and then back at his team.

"All right," he said.

"McCabe and Mendez – you two are with me – we're going up to the top floor and working our way down. Axton, Ryan and Quanse, you guys are going in through the front. Stay in contact – reports every 5 minutes, not a second later, understood?"

"Yes, sir!"

Silverman liked the idea of being able to lead a squad, and he watched Axton run towards the front door of the building with Ryan and Quanse close behind him. Silverman gestured to McCabe and Mendez, and then they ran to the nearest drainpipe. They grabbed their climbing gear – a rope attached to a hook – and latched one end to his belt. Silverman held down the button on the small console on his belt, and he began to travel upwards. He got to the roof, and raised his Battle rifle, on the lookout for any patrols. He waited until Mendez and McCabe had grabbed their gear, and then secured his. They ran towards the fire escape, and they carefully opened the door, making sure that they shut it properly. McCabe covered the rear, while Silverman took point. They came to the first door, and McCabe leant down in front of it with her Battle rifle aimed at the door. Silverman stood behind her, with his Battle rifle aimed at the door, while Mendez knelt at the door and pulled out a peculiar looking device – a lock picker. The lock picker that Mendez held doesn't actually pick locks, it blows open the lock, leaving a gaping hole. It looked like a man-made Plasma pistol, but looks can be deceiving. Each ODST was given one, and they were also given a lock repairer, which repaired broken locks.

Bang!

The handle simply disappeared, sucked into the hole at the front of the lock breaker, and spat out the back, and the door creaked open slightly. Mendez peered through the hole, and he whispered over the COM:

"I got 4 hostiles – 1 Elite, 2 Jackal's and a Grunt – let's take 'em down."

"Roger that," Silverman whispered back.

Mendez counted down with his fingers, and then swung open the door to reveal the Covenant troops that he had seen. There was a Grunt standing at the opposite wall, looking out the window, 2 Jackal's growling softly to each other by one of the door's to the right, and a red Elite standing in the centre of the small room.

Silverman and McCabe opened fire with their Battle rifle's immediately, taking down the Grunt and a Jackal. The last Jackal turned, raising its shield, and the Elite opened fire with its Plasma rifle. The whine of both the Jackal and the Elite's plasma weapons filled the room with noise, forcing them to duck back into the stairwell as plasma streaked past them.

"We need a frag!" McCabe yelled, and Silverman pulled out a fragmentation grenade from his belt. He pulled the pin, and lobbed it into the room. The plasma fire ceased, and Silverman, McCabe and Mendez threw themselves away from the wall, Mendez kicking the door shut. The door hit the wall and slowly bounced back, but Mendez threw his SMG at the base, keeping it shut for a few more seconds.

Then the grenade detonated.

Thousands of tiny metal shards erupted from the grenade as it exploded, embedding themselves in everything in sight. Silverman heard the Elite roar, and the Jackal screech with pain, and hundreds of shards appeared sticking out of the door. About 5 flew through the hole where the handle used to be, throwing themselves into the wall 3cm from Mendez's face. They slowly got up when all sounds had ceased, and approached the door. Silverman opened it, and saw the Jackal inside, still standing. The Jackal's shield generator that rested on its arm had been hit during the last wave of shards, and a few of them were sticking out of its arms and legs. Its Plasma pistol had also been hit, and now lay broken on the floor.

Bang!

McCabe sent a burst from her Battle rifle flying towards the Jackal, and all 3 bullets entered its head, sending a small amount of blood flying onto the wall. The Jackal collapsed onto the ground, a puddle of blood forming around various parts of its body. They searched the various rooms in the apartment, and only found dead civilians, so they continued on to the next floor room down. They ran down the stairs, Silverman giving the report to Sergeant Grale. When they arrived at the next door, Mendez leant next to it once again, and the loud crack! echoed down the empty stairwell. He peered through the hole and said:

"No visible hostiles – proceed with caution."

Silverman and McCabe nodded, and lowered their weapons slightly. Mendez pushed open the door-

Boom!

Silverman and McCabe were thrown down a number of stairs, and they looked back up at the door, or what was left of it. Blood from Mendez was strewn around the doorframe, and the door was missing completely. A large shape appeared in the doorway, and its arm glowed sickly green with charging plasma.

"Son of a bitch," Silverman breathed.

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The station had opened fire so suddenly that most of the bridge crew shouted in surprise, and many were thrown to the floor. Xan jumped up, and he saw a second projectile speeding towards them.

"Brace for impact!" he yelled.

The projectile connected with the Venator's shields, and the ship lurched backwards. "Shield percent!" he barked.

"67, sir!"

"Fire Beta missiles! Charge one MPL!"

"Beta missiles away!" announced the fire control officer.

The Beta missiles shot through space in a V formation, and they impacted on the station, explosions appearing all along the hull. Armour along the middle of the station melted, and debris floated out.

"MPL charged!"

"Fire!"

The MPL shot out of the Venator, and it flew towards the station. It hit the station, and an explosion rippled across the hull, ripping the station in half. The crew cheered, and then the radar officer shouted in alarm:

"Sir! We have contact's coming out of some sort of hyperspace hole! It's more of those silver ships!"

A purple hole appeared over the other side of the dead station, and 3 silver ships appeared, and purple lights lit up at the front.

"2 more ships altering course!" the radar officer shouted, panicking.

"This is going to hurt," Xan said simply.

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A/N: Sorry this took a long time as well, but I hope everyone enjoyed it.