Halo 3: The Alliance Chapter 9: Grau Falk, a halo fanfic

A/N: Finally! I know I haven't updated in awhile, but I have school now, remember? Anyway, a few of the characters will be speaking in German, and the dictionary I use is a pain-in-the-ass. On a side note, EliasDaemonwing, you'll get your answer in the next few chapters. Well, enjoy. I'll include the translations right under the actualy part. Although it's almost unnecessary (the German parts), if you wan to know what it's saying go ahead and read it. Also, for fluent German speakers, tell me if I need to rewrite the sentences, because I'm only starting German class this year. Also, if It doesn't come out right (which is most likely), please tell me how it should be written (only in HochDuetsch! No variants or dialects. No offense.)

Chapter 9: Grau Falk

The Spec Ops team Grau Falk was in their ready room. One of the members was having his friend time him to see how fast he could disasemble and reassemble the relatively new MA8B.

"Alle zusamen!" Hoffmann had just finished. He was waiting for his friend's response while he got up to stretch.

"Nein." Adoest, his Captain said. "Du bist an abgeheigt. Los, wir wollen gehen an die Kommandobrücke."

"Aber was denn! Nehmen wir einmal an das Ich kann doch das abermals." He walked back up to his friend, hoping for a second chance.

"Nein." He simply replied. "Lassen Sie sich nicht täuschen. Du. Kann. Nicht. Du nötig mehr praxis. Du nötig sich ranhalten, oder wir wollen spät kommen." Adoest got up to get the other members of the team ready.

"Edel..." Hoffmann gave up. He was trying to beat a record for the fastest maintenance on the rifle. So far the record was just over a minute, and he kept getting 1:30. He was frustrated, but after all, records are made to be broken.

The Spec Ops team Grau Falk was in their ready room. One of the members was having his friend time him to see how fast he could disasemble and reassemble the relatively new MA8B.

"All together!" Hoffmann had just finished. He was waiting for his friend's response while he got up to stretch.

"No." Adoest, his Captain said. "You are to slow. Come on, let's go to the command deck."

"Come on now! Let us assume that I can do this again." He walked back up to his friend, hoping for a second chance.

"No." He simply replied. "Don't let yourself be fooled. You. Can. Not. You need more practice. You need to hurry up, or we will be late." Adoest got up to get the other members of the team ready.

"Fine..." Hoffmann gave up. He was trying to beat a record for the fastest maintenance on the rifle. So far the record was just over a minute, and he kept getting 1:30. He was frustrated, but after all, records are made to be broken.

Fleet Admiral Reiner was waiting for team Grau Falk to report to the bridge. He had just briefed Master Chief and his fellow Spartans about Grau Falk's support. They were getting ready in the armory. Just then, he spotted Captain Adoest walk on to the bridge.

"Hallo, Oberhaupt. Ich zuversicht du gehabt auf ruhig takt?" He greeted them with a smile.

"Ja, Flottenadmiral. Wir sind greifbar für kämpfen. Wir nötig das Gerät und die Waffen." He replied with an elated tone. He was finnaly going to fight with a Spartan.

"Gehe auf an Waffen Versteck sieben. Sie sind aus hier."

"Dankeschön, Flottenadmiral. Wir werde stück unser urlaub soeben." Adoest saluted the Fleet Admiral, and lead his team towards Armory 7.

"Hello, Captain. I trust you had a peaceful time?" He greeted them with a smile.

"Yes, Fleet Admiral. We are ready for combat. We need equipment and weapons." He replied with an elated tone. He was finnaly going to fight with a Spartan.

"Gehe to Weapons Cache seven. They are over there."

"Thank you, Fleet Admiral. We will take our leave now." Adoest saluted the Fleet Admiral, and lead his team towards Armory 7.

John was busy with his team, getting ready for the upcoming mission. John was always one to take the initiative, but he also stayed with things that were proven. So he took both versions of assault rifles for the mission, 6 frags, an M6D, and 12 clips for each gun.

Linda took an SRS34 Sniper's Rifle, 2 frags, and an MA8D, which is a stripped down version of the rifle, much like the MA2B. She outfitted her rifle with a flash suppression mount, a new scope that allowed up to 15x magnification, and switched the grip to a pistol grip.

Fred was outfitting himself with an MA8B, 6 frags and for close quarters he had an M90 shotgun strapped to his back.

Meanwhile Will had equipped himself with a trusty MA5B and a Jackhammer for armored and aeriel targets. He also took an entire satchel's worth of ammo with, for reloads for their entire team.

After John had himself situated, the doors opened with a hissing sound and in walked team Grau Falk. He decided to walk over and greet them.

"Hello, Team Grau Falk. I look forward to working with you."

Erik could hardly believe his eyes. Looking at the seven foot tall behemoth in front of him, he thought it would be impossible for one of them to die. "Yes, hello Master Chief" He had a thick German accent to his speech. "As do I. You shall find that me and my team have an excellent operational status, so we could help you in many ways."

"Yes, I have looked it over. Only 2 missions failed, but only because they were scrubbed. Out of over 40 missions against the Covenant, only minor injuries were sustained. You'll be Bravo team, and we'll be Alpha team. Got that?"

"Ja, very much so, Chief."

"Good, should my team or yours need support, the other team shall lend a hand as quickly as possible. Now there are also Elite strike teams helping us out as well, I trust you won't open fire on them? Especially since they are like us Spartans, except many more."

"Of course, Master Chief. We will not open fire on them, but we will not, however, provide support unless a squad is almost wiped out."

"Well, it's a start at least. Go, get your gear and go to the other Pelican."

"Jawol, we shall be ready in less than 5 minutes."

John looked at the shock troopers with mild interest. Their combat record was exceptional, even compared to his own. Although they didn't yet have shields, they must have some type of method to slip away from the enemy. He decided that it would be in his best interest to try and get the Captain's team into helping, if not liking the Elites.

With six Sangheili in each Mirratord team, and five team, plus the Spartans and whatever else the Human Fleet Master had sent with them would be good enough to capture the capital. He gave the order to four other ships to prep the strike teams, because launch was in a unit.

By 'Vadumee's request, he was allowed to participate in the assault. If the Arbiter knew his close friend, he would certainly cause massive chaos among the Jiralhanea ranks.

As the Jiralhanea walked up to his master, The Prophet of Truth, he was hoping that we would not be punished for the news he was about to bring.

He gave the traditional sign of respect until Truth let him speak. "Noble Prophet of Truth, I have grave news from Lobonikos."

"Yes? What is it?" Truth was worried now. Bad news for the Covenant was worse than it sounds.

"I have word from ground forces that the defense fleet has been wiped out, and that the traitorous Sangheili have sided themselves with the Humans. It also appears the Humans and the vermin have landed ground forces near the capital. Reconnaissance has revealed that they intend to take the planet as a base of operations and a supply center." The informant was really worried now. Not only for his own sake, but for his mate, and all his brethren trying to keep the filth away.

"What? Send the Fleet of Zealous Strength to destroy them! I want to know what they are planning to do when they capture the planet. Send me a report every 150 units on the progress of the fleet and the progress of the traitors and Humans."

"Yes, Noble Truth. Your Will be done." With that, the Jiralhanea left to contemplate his fate, and for Truth, to make sense of this recent turn of events.

On board the UNSC Higheron, three figures were walking through the abandoned wreck. From comm. terminals, they were able to find out recent events, and all were equally surprised.

"So what do you suppose this means, Alexandra?" One of them said.

The one called Alexandra spoke, "I suppose, that this will mean that we have to work with Elites, Grunts, and Hunters for now. Provided we can find a transport out of here. Although I wish I could still give one of those split-lipped bastards what's comin', that would probably cause this alliance to fail. Not only that, but we need the sons-of-bitches to survive, because the Covenant have already attacked Earth once."

"True, but I still don't like it." Carl replied. "Hey, Drake, what'd ya think?"

Drake turned his head towards his compatriot and said, "As long as I can still kill something, I don't give a damn."

The other two nodded and continued looking for the spare parts to fix the Shaw-Fujikawa Faster Than Light Drive so they could get out of the Jericho System.

After the two Stealth Pelicans loaded up, they were given the proper clearance to lift off. The RG Mirratord Strike Teams already launched from drop pods to create a distraction for the Spartans so they could sneak in. Although the special dropships they were using had engine masks, noise reducers, and special painting, they still created quite a scene.

As they descended through the atmosphere, they encountered no anti-aircraft fire. But from viewports on the sides of the drops they could see the blue explosions from Covenant equipment as the RG strike teams did their jobs.

As the dropship slowed to a stop, Linda and the team jumped out onto the rooftop. As team Grau Falk's dropships went to the other point of insertion, their team dropped on the rooftop as well. While Anne Durnst set up her sniper's rifles, the other four opened the door and started to clear the building. With Erik on point, he downed two Brutes after they opened the first door they encountered.

As they surveyed the room, they found that, as luck would have it, they landed right on the enemy's command post. Because the top level was an armory, they decided to make that their base of operations. With weapons containers, small barricades, and even a few Shade turrets, they could definitely hold themselves up if they ran out of ammunition.

After Linda set herself up, the three other Spartans cleared the building, which was just security checkpoint. Soon they started to hear the repeated cracks of a rifle as Linda began her work. Master Chief gave a series of hand signals to direct his Spartans to clear each surrounding building. Will was assigned the building on their west side, Fred got the East one, and John chose the northern building himself.

After half an hour, they all checked back in at the rooftop, where Linda was still firing away. Will searched through his satchel and gave Linda another ten clips of ammunition, because no one was even sure of how much she brought.

"Alpha Team, this is Bravo Team, do you copy?" Master Chief heard this on his radio and responded.

"This is Alpha Team, we copy. What is your status, Bravo?"

"We are pinned down, and need support fire. We are approximately half a klick away from your position. The bastards have got two ghosts, a shade, and 20 infantry plus change assaulting us. You guys got the Jackhammer, so hurry."

"Yes, sir. We should be there in about 1 minute."

"Roger that, over and out."

As Linda unlimbered her sniper's rifle and took out her compact AR. She cocked the bolt and let the receiver slide into place. "Let's go."

The others nodded and went downstairs. When they were on the ground, they ran towards Bravo Team's location. Hopefully it won't be Grau Falk's last mission.

A/N: Well that was fun to write. Anyway, care to guess who Alexandra, Carl, and Drake are? Well, I could tell you, but that would ruin the surprise for you. Like I said before, when Team Grau Falk is in their ready room and when the Captain is talking to Reiner, it has no actual meaning to the story. Unless you like to have introductions. Being that I have just started German 1 this year, and my translator only works for one or two words at a time, and, as I have found out, it may not always be right. And it probably doesn't make sense, but if you count it as a literal translation, it might. Well, I hope you enjoyed this one, I certainly did writing it. Auf wiedersehen.