Alright, finally got this chapter done. You won't believe how hard it was to write this chapter. Explaining how the Master Chief, a super soldier from the future who is used to fighting aliens with advanced technology, suddenly meets Raiden, a god who proclaims of magic? It was very hard, especially when I'm trying not to make it an entire info dump. It definitely took me awhile to write.
While this chapter was a handful, it wouldn't be here without some help. I would like to thank the wickedly talented Freedom Guard, the gifted Carleen, the dexterous and skilled Andithir, the adept Lord Izanagi, and last but certainly not least Poe's Daughter. Those accomplished writers helped make this story possible. Be sure to check out the work, or rather art.
Well that's enough of me rambling, I'll leave more author's notes at the end of the chapter.
Enjoy the chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Halo or Mortal Kombat. Halo rightfully belongs to 343 Industries and Mortal Kombat belongs to Netherrealm Studios.
Chapter 2: The Enemy of my Enemy is my Friend.
*In the realm of the Elder Gods*
Once a marker for peace and prosperity, the realm of the Gods was now a scene of total chaos. With their powers drained, the six deities could no longer hold their world together. Fire had begun to rain down from once pink clouds, now a stormy black. Smoke and ash thickened the air. Barrages of lightning fractured the sky and thunder shook the ground. Those deadly shimmering bolts of light hit the ground with explosive destruction. The once carefully tended landscape was now torn and scarred, the gardens nothing more than smoldering craters.
The citizens, mighty gods fled their homes like frighten animals, hoping to escape the devastation. They prayed and pleaded to the only ones who could stop the destruction, the Elder Gods, but they went unanswered.
The Elder Gods weren't listening. It was not their concern. They themselves were safe high up on a stone platform resting at the tip of a mountain, ignoring all the cries of the lesser gods. They knew they could easily rebuild the paradise once they regained their full strength. Their only interest was of their own survival.
The six Elder Gods gathered around a circle on the ground that showed an astral projection of the Spartan aiming his weapon at Raiden. It was their best option in watching how the events will unfold. But a heated debate was stirring amongst them. It disturbed them immensely on how they disagreed with one and another as they were always of a single mind. Except times were changing, forcing them to become desperate, a proven fact by their latest, rushed agreement. Half of them were furious with their decision, while the rest simply wanted to see what would happen next.
Some of them were utterly repulsed on how they used all of their vast power to bring in an unknown factor to their world. They had no idea if this 'Master Chief' could prevent the One-being from rising by changing the timeline. And if their parlous plan backfired, they were completely vulnerable to the omnipotent's onslaught.
The others knew they couldn't defend themselves from the One-being, regardless if they possessed their godly abilities or not. The only chance of survival was throwing all of their bets on a new fighter; a high stake gamble.
"So this is the 'champion' that shall represent us?" The Egyptian Queen spat, while sending a nasty glare at the Greek. "The one whom which we have used all of our divine powers in summoning?! What do we gain from this? A false hope in preventing the One-being from returning?!"
Instead of mirroring the fiery gaze, the Greek matched it with her own confident smirk drawn on her ruby lips, and a gentle hand resting on her curvy hip.
"Do you suggest I take him back, dear sister?" Mirth dancing on the edge of her tongue in a playfully sweet, mocking tone. The Elder Gods knew they had used up all of their power in bringing the Spartan there, and sending him back now was impossible.
An unholy fury was building up in the Egyptian at the dry remark. No jokes should be spoken regarding the serious predicament. It took all of her will from not slapping the pretentious smug off her sister's pale face. But she stepped back and took a deep relaxing breath to compose herself. Anger wouldn't solve anything.
"I wish for you to know the consequences of your action when our time comes." the Egyptian said through clenched teeth and tighten fists.
The African shaman placed a comforting hand on her exposed, tanned shoulder.
"There is no need to cast blame. Each of us shared a role in bringing the outsider to Raiden. All of us are at fault if he fails. But why are you so eager to assure that he has already lost?" Her words echoed with curiosity.
"You can see it for yourself! The very moment that we have brought him to Earthrealm, already he is threatening a God! We are surely doomed."
"Hold your tongue!" The Viking barked, his powerful voice boomed like thunder throughout the heavens. "Would you not react the same if you were put in his place? Thrown into an unknown world by a mysterious force, only to land at the feet of a being that refers himself as a God? The Spartan would be mad if he wasn't on guard."
"You hold so much ambition for him. What makes you believe in him? Do you think this mere mortal can defy Gods and Demons?" The African Shaman asked in a placid tone, directing her attention to the Greek.
"But he is far from a 'mere mortal.'" The Viking interjected, showing his support. "He is a soldier. All of us have seen him fight monsters in his own world. The way he saved his brethren in battle, was of a natural leader. His strength alone far surpasses any human."
The Samurai folded his arms across his tunic and nodded in agreement.
"Hmmmm... his agility is most impressive. To be able to move as fluid as water and nimble like the wind, while wearing such bulking armor. Using those assets to stand up against horrific creatures that out numbered him, requires much bravery. Perhaps this is a warrior worthy of our blessing."
The Native American Chieftain snorted in response.
"Warrior? He is a broken man, mourning the loss of something that wasn't even alive. I need to see more to be impressed."
"And so you shall my brother. He will be our shield and our sword against the One-being." The Viking announced proudly, banging his mighty fist on his broad chest. He craved to see how the super soldier will fair in more battles.
"He is but the tool, digging our graves. He will be our damnation." The Egyptian hissed with the venom of a cobra laced in her words.
"Our faith is based on chance; a flip of a coin. The risks are too high." The Chieftain added. He then glanced at the Greek whose soft eyes were glued to the portal below them. "You have yet to answer the question. Why him?"
She could not tear her gaze away from the Spartan, yet she acknowledged her siblings request.
"I did not choose him for his strength, swiftness, nor bravery. I picked him because I saw something in him that very few have. A power that not even we can control." the Greek spoke up in confidence. Everyone could see her optimism, a trait not shared between all of them.
"And what is that?" the African Shaman asked.
Finally she glanced up with a hopeful smile, lighting her young face.
"Luck."
...
*Back with Master Chief and Raiden*
Breathing stable and sights trained, John kept his stance low. He had his rifle pointed on the being before him, ready to squeeze the trigger at a moment's notice. It was a humanoid male, close to human, but not quite. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, his senses were on full alert.
Despite the one who held the gun, he was at a disadvantage. His mind was racing with hundreds of questions that demanded answers immediately. He did not know where he was, how he got there, or who caused it.
He thought back on how he could've landed in such a predicament. He was on a mission with Commander Palmer and two other Spartan-IVs. He had been sprinting through a doomed Covenant light cruiser after retrieving vital information on Jul Mdama. The ship had taken severe amount of damage from the UNSC Infinity, and was collapsing from the nearby planet's atmospheric pull. Then at the last moment, just when he was a mere second away from boarding a Pelican, a mysterious light suddenly burst out of the room that froze him to the floor. Now he was at some sort of shrine-clearing, surrounded by bamboo, and facing a man in a straw hat. Someone who referred to himself as Raiden, God of Thunder, and Protector of Earthrealm.
"You may lower your weapon, I mean you no harm." Raiden said calmly, keeping a steady composure even with a firearm aimed at his face.
The Master Chief's head was on a swivel, meeting eyes with this 'Raiden' character. Their concentrated stares locked. The pressure on his right index finger tightening ever so slightly, yet not enough to release an orchestra of bullets.
The reaction made by this… being before him when faced by his assault rifle made John even more wary. It was perfectly clear to him that this figure was no ordinary human, even possibly not human at all. The thing had glowing eyes with no pupils, and what seemed to be literal sparks coming from him. It appeared similar to a fully grown man wearing predominately white robes and a blue vest. Black armbands were strapped on his wrists, along with a grey sash wrapped around his waist. His face was shadowed by a straw hat. The choice of clothing resembled that of some long forgotten movie vids that he and the others got to see every now and then.
He refused to lower his rifle, not until he got an idea of where he was. There was far too much going on for him to just take this stranger's word. The only reason a Spartan would ever shoulder his gun was either when ordered by a superior officer, or when the weapon was out of ammunition. With three more clips for his MA5D and no commanding officer around, he kept his sights zeroed in on this 'Raiden.'
"Where am I?" the Chief demanded in question.
It was not a shout nor a bark, but there was an edge in his words. Gravelly words that said if he did not get what he was asking, there would be dire consequences.
"We are near the Wu Shi Academy; a sanctuary to train shaolin alongside Earthrealm's defenders." Raiden replied in a neutral tone, showing no imitation.
The super soldier frowned beneath his helmet. The answer only raised more questions. He had never heard of the term, 'Earthrealm.'
Earthrealm? He said that before, he said he was the protector of Earthrealm. Earthrealm, Earth. Are they the same? He thought to himself, connecting the dots in his head.
"What planet is this?"
"As I said before, you are on Earthrealm or as most mortals refer to it as; Earth."
John-117 took a moment to digest this information. If he was indeed on Earth then that would explain how this Raiden character knew English, or how the clearing around them had a touch of human culture. But he still had some concerns.
"How did I get here?"
"You were brought here by the Elder Gods. Could you not tell by the light?" The god raised an eyebrow, while his eyes continued to radiate energy.
So the light and these Elder Gods were related in someway. Another piece of the puzzle solved, but there was more to put together. He had no idea who they were or why they brought him here.
"Who are the Elder Gods?"
Raiden was shocked at the armored stranger's question, yet he kept an emotionless demeanor. How could he not know of the Elder Gods, if he was summoned by them? He was beginning to think that this person was not aware of their influence. He couldn't blame him though, for most mortals in Earthrealm were ignorant of other realms as well.
"The Elder Gods are the supreme deities of the universe. Where as other Gods only have jurisdiction over a single realm and represent an element, the Elder Gods are ethereal and have power in all realms. Did they not inform you?"
The Master Chief shrugged off the question, only to quickly throw another one of his own.
"Why did they bring me here?"
"I asked them, prayed to them. We need your help."
"My help?" parroted the Spartan, confused.
"Yes, if the Elder Gods brought you here, then you must be 'he who must win.'
Raiden waited for the green goliath's next short question, but none came. He simply stood there in a ill silence, unmoving as stone. Raiden furrowed his brows at the lack of responses from the armored man. By listening to the soldier's queries the god learned that this stranger knew absolutely nothing of Mortal Kombat. For a brief second he wondered why the Elder Gods would send someone as such, but then paid the thought no heed. He never second guessed the Elder Gods' judgment. Perhaps they tasked himself as the one to inform this unusual challenger?
He remained calm and quickly began to think of a way to convince the man to relax. It was not that Raiden feared the gun, more of the Thunder God not being keen on wasting time when there was far too much at stake. He did however note that the soldier was showing quite a lot of himself through his actions rather than words. He liked what he was seeing thus far. The man's stance was perfect for him to have pin-point accuracy and precision with his weapon. His focus on him was excellent. Legs slightly spread, weight on the balls of his feet, ready to lunge forward. No doubt if given the right opening he could land a brutal hit. It reminded the thunderer of a predator ready to pounce.
The aura the man emanated was that of a battle hardened warrior. The dented chest piece and worn metal spoke of someone who had plenty of combat experience. With those scars, he must had faced many enemies to have made it this far. Those were the signs that made the Thunder God believe why the Elder Gods chose him. This made Raiden all the more determined on trying to prove to this new fighter that his desire to be his ally was a genuine one.
However, Raiden had to be careful with the one in the dark green armor. He could sense the built up tension within the stranger. He knew the slightest mishap; the tiniest mistake could cost him the only chance the Elder Gods had given him. He had to be impassive, patient, and informative lest he set off the ticking time bomb in front of him.
"I see you are new to this realm. I shall provide you with answers that may elude you."
...
The odd-looking man's sudden desire to be cooperative made John even more wary. Years of training in covert operations and intelligence gathering, balanced his caution. While not talented in that field like Grey or Black Team, he had enough to know that sometimes to get information, one had to make a compromise. Gaining data was never simple and it took time to get the right material. Moreover, it made him realize that perhaps the only way to get the answers he needed was to let this… being speak.
With that in mind he decided to lower his assault rifle, though he held it in his arms if he needed to quickly use it. The motion did not go unnoticed by Raiden. It seemed to be the action that would now break the proverbial ice between the two of them.
Finally the Master Chief spoke again.
"Talk."
Raiden nodded.
"According to ancient legend, in the beginning of time, there only existed the One Being and the Elder Gods. The One Being fed off of the essences of the Elder Gods, but eventually, the Elder Gods defeated the One Being. In an effort to weaken the One Being's omnipotence, the Elder Gods separated the One Being's consciousness into the realms. Earthrealm is one of those many realms. Each realm prospers as their own world. However they are still sustained to attacks from other realms."
"One such is Shao Kahn, the Emperor of Outworld. A brute of a warrior and master of the black arts that rules with an iron fist. He spans the multiverse conquering worlds one by one. He will stop at nothing until all of the realms are under his control. Merging his realm with Earthrealm will increase his power tenfold along with Outworld's. Thus the Elder Gods created the Mortal Kombat tournament to give Earthrealm a chance to defend itself. Only through winning Mortal Kombat may Shao Kahn merge the realms." Raiden continued.
"You want me to fight in this competition." It was not a question asked by the Master Chief, but an accusation.
"No. The tenth tournament has already passed. Our champion, Liu Kang defeated Shao Kahn's advisor Shang Tsung, saving Earthrealm. Or so I thought. The realms are in constant flux. They shift and change akin to an endless dream. Shao Kahn's defeat should've marked our victory against a threatened merge of Earthrealm and Outworld. Instead, it heralded a new struggle for independence."
As Raiden spoke his tone ran slower, more grim. What should had saved the world he swore to protect, only burdened him in anticipating for another attack.
"Prior to Mortal Kombat, I have foreseen events, like memories of my future. In my visions, Shao Kahn becomes invincible. He destroys all life in Earthrealm. We will all die. I believe these flashes are a guide to defeating Shao Kahn. But disrupting the flow of time can have serious consequences."
Raiden slowly reached to his chest and grabbed his amulet. Carefully, he showed the medallion to the armored soldier, revealing all of the cracks around the dragon emblem inside it.
"My amulet is connected to the future. Whenever the future remains unchanged, it receives further damaged. 'He must win'. Those are my last words before I die. I believe it is you who must win. The Elder Gods chose you to represent them." he said while hooking the amulet back on to his chest.
Once the explanation was over, Raiden tried to read what the unknown warrior was thinking. Gods were famed for being all knowing, predicting the next thought and motivation of any mortal. But the man before Raiden was like a statue, without expression or movement. He looked for the barest hint of a facial expression, but he failed to see anything past the polarized visor. He only saw his own cold, golden reflection. What disturbed him though was he could sense turmoil within the green armored soldier. Was it doubt plaguing his mind?
...
As soon as 'the God of Thunder' finished explaining this 'Mortal Kombat', John could only stare at him and think that the man was insane. Not slightly insane, but certifiably crazy to the level of the mad Prophets; who wanted to purge the galaxy by activating the Halos. A close dementia that the Didact showed when he used the Composer to digitize the people on Ivanov Station and then the population of New Phoenix.
He did not know what to think about what he heard from this being. But it was enough to convince the super soldier that this 'Raiden' or whatever he was, was a completely unreliable source of information. He was better off finding a way out of this place and contact the Infinity for immediate pickup.
Raiden was unaware of the thoughts flying about in the brain of the Spartan, and soon spoke once more.
"And you have your answers. Now we must leave this place for there is-"
Before Raiden could finish, he was cut off at the stranger's next surprising move. The man turned and left, walking the only cleared path to the shrine. The deity was stunned, never expecting an act as such.
"What are you doing?!"
He paused only for a moment to declare,
"I'm not going with you."
Raiden could not help but be astonished by the sudden refusal of the armored fighter before him. He had done all he could to explain to him the situation involving Mortal Kombat and what was at stake. He told him that the Elder Gods sent him here to help change what was to come. But instead, the chosen of the Elder Gods before him merely left and turned his back on him.
No… he thought I was mad! He refuses to believe me!
Raiden contemplated about that even more and recalled that prior to joining the team to defend Earthrealm, Johnny Cage and Sonya Blade expressed great skepticism towards it all until they took part in it themselves. Perhaps the same thing was happening again with this new warrior. If that was the case, he must not give up so easily.
He needed to take a different route in persuading the armored being. Like the other Earthrealm defenders, he had to appeal to the stranger's singular characteristic, give him a reason to fight. He knew this man was a soldier, and a soldier was bound by duty.
Had found a new set of determination, he then followed the man. Raiden could not afford to lose this new warrior and he will not fail the Elder Gods' generosity.
...
With that said the Spartan turned around and left, no longer willing to listen to Raiden. The so called 'God of Thunder' was now seen as a certified lunatic who was to be avoided at all costs for him. He quickly tapped into the communications of his MJOLNIR's helmet and tried to raise the Infinity.
What was next was unclear, but he had to find a way to make contact with the UNSC, report his situation, and get debriefed.
He activated his comms, and spoke.
"Infinity, this is Sierra-117. Do you copy?"
Alas all he got was static in return, the frizzing sound buzzed in his ears. He tried once more.
"Infinity, do you read?"
Again, no answer. He opened his channel wider for a more broad signal. There had to be somebody out there, or any military forces in the area.
"To any and all nearby UNSC forces, come in. This is Sierra-117. Do you copy?"
Sadly, there was no response on the other end, just more static. Something had to be wrong. He quickly scanned the MJOLNIR's BIOS and saw they were still operable. He then did a full systems check on the COMs and found that there was nothing altered at all. Why couldn't reach anyone?
If he was truly on Earth, he should've been able to contact the UNSC with no problem. He should be able to see Pelicans fly overhead, or bright lights shining from nearby cities. Instead there a clear sky in midst of some bamboo forest. Everything looked rather... primitive. He gave up on radioing anyone, and now understood that he was all on his own.
Technically he should be half way across the galaxy, way too far from Earth for him to suddenly land here at random. The only ones capable of such fast slipspace travel was the Forerunners, but he hadn't seen any of their technology nearby like on Requiem.
Something indeed was very wrong.
Theories and hypothesizes whirled in the John's mind, forcing him to try, and think about where things were headed, what was going on here. His augmented brain processed information faster than any normal mind ever could, but he found himself suddenly longing for Cortana. As an A.I. she could had calculated everything, run through a list of millions of possible theories before the Spartan could even blink. She would know what to do, she always did.
He needed to get back to the Infinity and maybe then his request to see Dr. Halsey would at long last get answered. He wanted to ask his mother if there ever was a chance to save Cortana. It would at least give him closure. The familiar ache burned in his chest again, his throat tightening. He took a moment, inhaled a deep breath, swallowed the sense of failure that coursed through him, forced it down, deep inside his gut, and let out a powerful exhale.
He had been in these situations before; lost on an unknown world, like in Installation-04 or Requiem. Each time he had escaped and found a way to put down the enemy. However this was different. She wasn't here. Cortana was there to guide him through their first Halo. She was the one who was able to contact the Infinity while he fought wave after wave of Prometheans. He put his life in her holographic hands, and she was able to see it through the end... her end. Without her, it was as if this was a whole another scenario. He was lost and alone, truly alone.
He stared down his alien surroundings, trying to make something of the situation. He was surrounded by groves of vivid green bamboo. The orange sun was setting over the horizon, night would fall soon. He could hear his boots thump against the green grass as he marched on. A true divergent compared to the warzones he had survived through.
It was then that his ears picked on another pair of softer footsteps trailing behind him. His motion sensor highlighted a blip just a few feet at his six. A humanoid shadow was at his side, telling him someone was in fact following him. He did not have to glance over his shoulder to know it was the 'Raiden' character. In less than two seconds it was already beside him, walking as if it was a casual stroll.
The Master Chief kept his head straightforward, not even dignifying a glance. He was about to ask the obvious question, but it died on his lips when the 'Thunder God' spoke first.
"You may not believe what I have said of Mortal Kombat, and I do not have any ill feelings on that regard. Your disbelief is warranted after all, but I wish to tell you that the very reason you are here is indeed of the Elder Gods' work. Only they have the power to take you from where you once were and send you here."
The Spartan's answer was a defiant silence. That did not stop Raiden from pressing on, while they both walked on.
"I have watched man grow over the ages. Most lack the experience with magic, but they counterbalance with their adaption in technology. Such machines allude me, but I know no mortal possess the armor you have. You are not from this realm. I can see the Elder Gods did not bring you here, by your own choice. But know this, with every decision they make there is a specific reason, one that can change everything."
Raiden waited for an answer, but the only one he got was their foots marching in the grass. So he pressed on.
"They expect something great from you. You are burden with such a grand undertaking. I may not know where you come from, or who you are, but I know what you are. The way you walk, how you react, your posture; you are soldier. And a soldier fights for those who cannot."
The Chief couldn't argue with the delusional rants from Raiden. However, his primary objective was to get back to the Infinity. Up ahead he saw a fork in the road, splitting between left and right. He needed to choose a path, and leave the crazed person.
Finally, the super soldier spoke.
"It's not my concern."
"This may not be your realm, not your fight, but our goals are one in the same; protecting the Earth. A distinction without a difference. Without your aid, innocents will die at the hands of Outworld. Could you live with that on your conscious? Could you be so soulless as a machine?"
At the mention of soulless machine, John stopped dead in his tracks. A cord had been struck inside his memories. Before she died, she said something him about being a machine. How she wanted him to promise her, to be more human. And then it dawned on him, he had been in this position before, leaving to find the UNSC or stay and fight the enemy. Captain Del Rio wanted to abandon Requiem with the Infinity, while he wanted to stay and fight the Didact before he could reach Earth. Except now, he was Del Rio.
When Del Rio left, the Didact was able to find the Composer on Installation-03. The Forerunner took the weapon and made his way to Earth, easily smashing through the home defense fleet. Then the Didact used the Composer on the city of New Phoenix. Within the blink of an eye, an entire population was reduced to ashes.
If the Infinity had only stayed on Requiem they could've defeated the Didact there, and saved so many lives. The scientists and doctors would be researching more artifacts on Ivanoff Station, the UNSC home fleet would be at full strength, the innocent civilians in New Phoenix would've continued to thrive, and maybe... just maybe, Cortana would've been at his side once more. His chest ached at the thought.
All because of the foolish decision of one man.
Underneath his helmet, he frowned and clenched his teeth. Unconsciously, he held his assault rifle tighter in his arms.
No. the Master Chief concluded in his mind. He would not make the same mistake of the former Captain Del Rio.
He turned and faced Raiden, the latter who then spoke in a serious tone.
"The Elder Gods do not forget those who come to their aid," Raiden continued. "If you are successful in your task, the Elder Gods will return you to your world. You have my word. You have the Elder Gods' promise."
"Take me to this threat."
"I cannot, but in due time our enemy will reveal itself. When that happens, you must be there. You must be the one who must win. You must change the flow of time. You must save Earthrealm."
John-117 weighed his options. He may not fully believe the 'Thunder God', but it was his duty as a Spartan-II to protect Earth and all of her colonies. And if there was a way home, then he needed to take the chance. Of course all of it could be a hoax. If this 'Shao Kahn' never shows up, he could just as easily leave.
"Come, I will take you to the Wu Shi Academy. A haven for the other heroes." Raiden said as he took the path on the right in the fork of the road.
He hesitated for just a moment, glancing at the left, thinking that was the road he would've taken. In the end, he followed Raiden, and then asked something he picked from the 'god's' last words.
"Others?"
"Yes, in every realm, a few warriors are chosen to defend their realm. Gifted with magical powers, they are far stronger and faster than that of their own kind. There are other fighters from Earthrealm who fight to preserve it. But be wary for there are also those who thrive in chaos, greed, and more who kill only for their own desires. You will meet them soon enough."
In a short fifteen minutes, they came upon a structure that could pass off as an ancient fort. The Master Chief deduced that it must had been the sanctuary Raiden mentioned. He noted the pair of fifteen foot high, stone red doors. The slant of the terra cotta rough lines. He could smell the heavy odor of sage and incense. His eyes caught the sight of a humanoid disappearing from atop the walls. No doubt a sentry post.
"May I know your name?" Raiden asked, stirring the super soldier from his thoughts.
One of the biggest secrets of a Spartan was their name. It was a treasured attachment the super soldiers remembered about their past before their strict training. There were only a select few to ever call him by his real name; Cortana, his fellow Spartans, Dr Halsey, and Chief Mendez. Any others that said his name, just felt wrong to him. So he told Raiden, the same he told to everyone else.
"Master Chief Petty Officer Spartan 117." It was rigid and formal, straight shot, and screamed of someone who was military.
He studied Raiden's face, waiting for a reaction. Yet all he got was a blank stare, as if he accepted the answer.
Suddenly, the two large doors creaked open, and revealed everything behind it.
Cut green grass pastured the ground other than the stone sidewalks. Temples stood tall at the edge of the walls, made of the same rock material, with red roofs of ancient Chinese architecture. A center platform suspended by five massive statues remained in the middle of it all. Several shaolin monks performed routine kicks and punches for training exercises. But what surprised him the most was there actually other humans.
His ears burned at Raiden's next words.
"Spartan, welcome to the Wu Shi Academy."
*In the Netherrealm*
In the realm that was as dark as the sinister hearts that inhabited it. A world where the only light came from the erupting volcanoes and the lakes of fire. The ground itself was composed of layers of hot igneous rock rather than dirt. There were no chirping birds or howls of mammals, but the never ending orchestra of crazed laughter from mad demons and wraiths. They laughed in maniacal glee at the blood curdling screams of the tortured damned. The guilty cried in utter pain as their charred flesh burned forever, a fate worse than death. A hellish land where the strong thrived at the suffering of the weak.
The Netherrealm had produced many vile beings, but none rival the Arch-Sorcerer; Quan Chi. One whose skin was white as chalk, aside from the red oni markings etched on his arms and shaved head. He remained shirtless, revealing a well toned upper body, which showed that magic wasn't his only weapon in combat.
An aura of sickly green fumes flowed from his ghostly white body as he meditated in peace, relishing the dark magic coursing through his veins. Sulfur and brimstone filled his nostrils as the screams of a thousand tormented souls chimed in his ear. Quan Chi smiled. He had grown accustomed to the smell and sounds of the Netherrealm. In a way it was calming, it allowed him to focus on his plans. He chuckled to himself at how things were progressing.
Everything that his master had predicted was coming true. The shaolin monk Liu Kang had defeated Shang Tsung at the tenth Mortal Kombat. It was only a matter of time before Shao Kahn issued the next tournament in an attempt to merge Earthrealm into Outworld. However, he was foretold that Shao Kahn would lose the next competition as well. But through the conquer's failure, brought Quan Chi closer to his own victory. Soon both forces would be weakened from their petty skirmishes, and the Netherrealm would have its glorious chance to strike at them.
No sooner had he strengthened his resolve, he felt a characteristic heaviness in the air around him. Breaking his concentration, the green fumes stopped smoking from his figure.
He stood up and turned towards the focal point of the power just as the familiar form of his master came into view. A large image of a head began to materialize from thin air.
"Lord Shinnok." Quan Chi fell to one knee, in deference to the avatar of the fallen Elder God.
"Rise, Quan Chi." Shinnok's voice was distant. His disembodied head, larger than life, was obscured by a glowing purple haze, which was constantly shifting, distorting the appearance of the avatar itself.
"How may I serve you, my master?" Quan Chi inquired, as he got to his feet.
"Something has happened in Earthrealm, something not even I understand." Shinnok replied, disturbed that the all knowing, did not know everything. "The Elder Gods... have used a vast amount of their power. They changed an event I have not foreseen. This may be a threat to my plans, a threat that must be dealt with."
Quan Chi's red eyes widen in alarm, his cold heart skipped a beat. All of those years of planning, carefully setting events into motion could be ruined for one unexpected occurence. He'd be damned to let anything stand in his way of triumph.
"How would I seek out this disturbance?"
"I shall teach you an incantation spell to find the anomaly. Go forth and aid the foolish Shao Kahn in the next tournament, just as planned. Make sure it does not hinder what I have already set in motion. Time is of the essence." The image fell silent. A moment later, the former god's avatar seemed to retreat back to the Netherrealm.
Quan Chi bowed, respectfully and obediently.
"At once, my lord."
When Shinnok's head had faded from existence, the necromancer turned and went off at his task.
Flames licked quietly at the ground, in the same way they had for eternity. The pillars of corpses that lined the path continued to writh in agony as the souls of the fallen continued in their futile struggle to release themselves from hell's grasp.
But to the man strolling through, vanquishing embers under his feet with every step he took, the sight had been witnessed a thousand times before. The figure with white skin and red tattoos sauntered his way through the Netherrealm landscape without a hint of regard to the scenery around him.
All of Shinnok's plans were in full effect. The fallen Elder God was convinced that nothing could stop him, and his hubris would be his downfall. Quan Chi touched Shinnok's Amulet on his belt and relished at the thought of having kept the real one to himself. He was still learning how it worked but he already felt his strength augmented. His lies and trickery became more natural. His control over Scorpion became stronger. His constructs were more powerful, and the undead warriors were easier to control. Soon he'll be able to unveil his newest minion; Noob Saibot.
Quan Chi had so many pieces in place, there was no way things would fail. Shinnok's plans were dependent on him, therefore the fallen Elder God could not expose himself just yet. In the mean time Quan Chi was building in his fail safe. All the connections and allegiances that he made in Shinnok's name would pay off for him instead. He smiled as he felt the amulet's power coursing through him. There was nothing that could stop him unlocking the secrets of the amulet each day and Shinnok could do nothing, but wait.
He came to a pause in the middle of the path. Smiling wickedly, he raised a hand to summon a portal. As one formed in front of him, a swirling mass of purple energy that hissed and crackled as the edges began to grow. The bodies in the pillars robotically stretched out and tried to reach for the only visible exit, completely immune to the realization that their attempts were in vain.
Quan Chi waited for the portal to safely finish forming before walking through. Within seconds he found himself in the emperor's throne room, where he saw Shao Kahn glaring down at a kneeing Shang Tsung.
The necromancer knew this was when Shang Tsung would propose the second tournament. Shinnok had told him that Shao Kahn would accept the idea, yet fall in the end. However, it was all apart of the plan for the Netherrealm to one day dominate all realms.
And they would be coming to fruition right about... now.
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*Shao Kahn's Throne Room, Outworld*
"YOU FAILED ME! Five hundred years, I have waited! Now I have to wait five hundred more!"
Shao Kahn paced his grandiose red throne room fuming, enraged by the news that Earthrealm had won the tenth tournament.
Shang Tsung, his form betrayed his ancient age and his torn robes in his defeat, placed before the emperor. Restrained by the Tarkatan representative Baraka and Reptile, the last of his Saurian race. Princess Kitana stood behind him with both of her steel fans closed in her hands. The Centaurian champion Motaro and the Shokan champion Sheeva flanked Kahn's throne with the skulls of the conquered at its base. The only skull above Kahn was the skull of the Dragon King Onaga whom Kahn usurped to take leadership of Outworld. It was a reminder to all who was in charge.
"My lord, all is not lost." Shang Tsung cried desperately for he knew he stood upon the brink of death after falling from his master's grace.
But Shao Kahn turned his back on him in disgust, ignoring the whimpers.
"Curse the Elder Gods and their tournament! I should have taken Earthrealm by force!" the warlord growled, and then sat upon his throne. "But I am bound by their rules. Rules that cannot be broken."
"My lord!" the sorcerer pleaded again.
The bellow fell on deaf ears as Shao Kahn waved his hand to his adopted daughter. The only solace that he got was that he would see an execution.
"Kill him."
Shang Tsung gasped as Kitana spread her bladed fans, while Baraka and Reptile held him down, their fingers dug into his shoulders. He struggled to get his arms free, only it was pointless under the enforcers' grip. His death was mere seconds away. In the heat of the last moment, he was struck with inspiration.
"But what if the rules were changed!"
"Kitana." Shao Kahn called to his step-daughter, throwing his hand out, and halting the brutal demise before it had a chance to began.
He met the Edenian's eyes, whom said that she craved in ending the slimy sorcerer's life once and for all. Except his curiosity got the better of him, pushing her wishes aside. He leaned in his throne, casting an intrigued glare at the frighten old man.
"Continue." He said in a tone that made Shang Tsung realize that the slightest mishap would end with his head rolling on the floor.
Baraka and Reptile released the sorcerer. He rose, dusting off his shoulders then bowed to one knee.
"My Emperor, as you know the Elder Gods designed Mortal Kombat specifically to slow Outworld's… annexation of other realms. With the system of ten tournaments held every century of which all must be won consecutively for a claim to a realm. However, we could challenge Earthrealm to one decisive tournament held in Outworld. If Outworld wins, Earthrealm is ours but if Outworld loses then…we give up on Earthrealm forever. The Elder Gods must accept this offer."
Leaning back into his throne, Shao Kahn thought deeply about Shang Tsung's latest scheme. He didn't like the idea of giving up on Earthrealm forever, but this offer was too good to go to waste.
"Very well, I shall allow this tournament."
Shang Tsung released the deep breath that he had been holding. The idea worked to his advantage. He would live to fight another day, to collect more souls of young fighters.
"Thank you, my lord. I will began preparations at once. Although, if you will me to compete in this tournament I will need... revitalization."
With a hint of annoyance at such a petty request for a almighty being of his magnitude, Shao Kahn flexed his hand. From his fist, he released a green aura of the multitude of souls he contained. The souls slithered through the air and surrounded Shang Tsung.
And as simple as that, the sands of time reversed on the decrepit sorcerer. Age old wrinkles unfolded into a layer of smooth, flawless skin. Dusty, gray hair was recolored to a sleek black. His frail, skinny arms bulked up in muscle mass to that of a bodybuilder. Shang Tsung smirked for he was a young man once more. He looked up at his master with determined eyes that could be only found in a youth.
"You will compete to redeem yourself. You have my permission to use the soul pits enough to reach your peak." the warlord declared.
Shang Tsung could not help, but let his snide smile grow to his cheeks. He kneeled.
"I am most grateful for your judgment, my lord."
Shao Kahn narrowed his eyes in warning. Never to allow any gifts without a clause.
"Do not get used to it. If I ever receive a whisper of failure, I will personally oversee your extensive torture before I tear you asunder."
Shang Tsung rose from his bow.
"Master, with the tournament in Outworld, victory is yours."
Suddenly a deep, but familiar voice echoed through the throne room. One which made them all turned at the sound with a snide.
"Another tournament? How interesting."
Everyone knew who it belonged to, yet none of them were glad to hear it. Outworld may had sided with him during the tenth tournament, but he was one not to be trusted. His alligence was to the Netherrealm.
"What is it that you want, Quan Chi?" the emperor barked.
Stepping from out of the shadows, an evil grew grin on the necromancer's lips, causing others to be more cautious of it.
"I merely seek cooperation between Outworld and the Netherrealm." His voice smooth and sly, as if he was innocent.
"Why should I influence myself with such scum once more?"
Quan Chi stopped with a grim look, taking on a serious demeanor. To persuade Shao Kahn, he needed to get straight to the point.
"It would seem that the Elder Gods have acted on Raiden's endeavor. I felt their power, even in the depths of the hell, though I'm not sure what they have done. Whatever it is, may present a threat to your plans of conquering Earthrealm."
"And why come to me sorcerer? For protection? I'd kill you before they even get the chance."
"I may not be in good graces with the Elder Gods, yet neither are you. Even with the Netherrealm at my side, standing against them is but a foolish act. However, if we were to unite, there is a chance to survive. With the Elder Gods gone, you will be free to merge Earthrealm with Outworld."
Shao Kahn grumbled, seeing at how right Quan Chi was. In his many years as a conquer, he knew that multiple forces could overpower a single enemy.
"How would you find this anomaly?"
"I know of an enchantment spell that can track the Elder Gods' essence. Whatever I enchant, will lead the wielder right to it the moment they step into Earthrealm. "
Shao Kahn reflected on this proposal for only a short time. The desire to crush a new realm and harvest its souls was burning within him. And he didn't need the Elder Gods standing in his way.
"And what do I gain from granting this bold request?"
Quan Chi inwardly smirked, knowing he was winning the debatable truce. But he dared not get overconfident.
"Help me deal with this common enemy and you shall receive the Netherrealm's loyalty and services throughout this second tournament."
Shao Kahn stood up from his throne, revealing his full seven foot two height.
"Very well. A temporary alliance it is then. Now we must make preparations for the tournament." He then pointed his finger at his advisor, ordering him like a god to a peasant. "Shang Tsung, go to Earthrealm and tell Raiden of our competition."
Like several times before, the sorcerer bowed respectfully.
Shao Kahn turned to the blood thirsty Tarkatan in the white vest.
"Baraka, you will accompany Shang Tsung. Make sure they accept our 'invitation.'"
Baraka also bowed and turned on his heel to leave the throne room so he could gather his Tarkatan brothers. His fingers twitched frantically, excited that his blades may pierce his foes' hearts.
Shao Kahn faced Quan Chi with a smear etched under his skull helmet. He did not trust the Netherrealm necromancer, anymore than a rabid animal. Yet he needed the hell scum in finding this Elder God threat. He would have to assign a pair of eyes on him.
"Quan Chi, go to the Soul Pits. There you will find Ermac regenerating. Make use of my creation in finding this threat. I wish to know what the Elder Gods have done. Tomorrow, Earthrealm shall enter it's final days."
End Chapter
So what do you think? Master Chief meets Raiden, the Elder Gods are arguing with each other, and Shao Kahn and Quan Chi team up once again.
Even though Chief is following Raiden to see this threat, he isn't entirely convinced yet. He still doesn't fully believe in magic, or if he is on Earth. But he will think twice in the next chapter when he meets more Mortal Kombat characters. If all goes well, then the Master Chief might get a chance to fight something from Outworld. And those of you who know the Mortal Kombat 2011 storyline then you what the Master Chief will be fighting when Shang Tsung arrives to tell Raiden about the next tournament.
Now a lot of you have been asking me a very common question regarding this story... pairings. It's kind of odd since there has only been one chapter, but okay. I have this entire story thought out already, BUT it's the pairing issue that I haven't got nailed down yet. I don't know who to pair with who. Several people have already suggested quite a few characters like Sonya Blade, Kitana, Jade, Mileena, Skarlet, and Frost. Those are great suggestions, each with their own merit. Still I'm not sure who to pair with who. If you guys would like to suggest on the pairings and why, then I'm all ears.
Just in case anyone is confused with the plot, I thought I clear things up. It takes place in the middle of Mortal Kombat 2011. It is after the first tournament where Liu Kang has defeated Goro and Shang Tsung, saving Earthrealm. And as to the plot, Raiden notices his amulet is still cracking, meaning Shao Kahn's Armageddon is still coming in the future. It is before Liu Kang gets his medal for winning the Mortal Kombat tournament like in the game. Unlike the game Raiden goes off and prays to the Elder Gods, why is his amulet still cracking. Raiden asks for the Elder Gods help.
Meanwhile the Elder Gods are worried. Being all knowing, they see in the future and know their sworn enemy will eventually rise again; the One Being. They have seen constant outcomes of the future, and no matter what they change, the One Being will return. So they decide to throw all of their chips on the table. They decide to summon an anomaly, something that will change their time line yet such a thing won't let them see the outcome. One of the Elder Gods has been watching a certain someone over the course of time. After seeing him in action, they choose the Master Chief. And seeing Raiden praying to them with his own dilemma, they take the opportunity to send Chief to Raiden. Thus Raiden will think the Master Chief is 'he who must win.'
As for the Halo side, it takes place six months after Halo 4. I wrote this before Halo Escalations so none of that happens or the Halo 5: Guardians trailer. Chief is still grieving from Cortana's death. To cope he has been doing countless missions for the UNSC, securing colonies, and killing several Storm forces. His next mission is with Sarah Palmer and two other Spartan-IVs. They are to board a Covenant Storm Light Cruiser and download vital information on Jul Mdama. The Infinity disables the Light Cruiser's engines so it won't fly off, while destroying its escorts, two other Light Cruisers. The Spartan team boards a Pelican and lands in the damaged cruiser. After they sprint through the ship, have a few fights, they eventually download the information. Unfortunately for them, the cruiser has taken too much damage, and is falling apart. They run through the ship, and at the last moment, before they can board the Pelican to leave, a bright light shows up. The light freezes the Master Chief to the floor and only him. The Spartans try to get him up, but nothing can move him. So they are forced to leave him. The Master Chief disappears in the light, and the ship explodes.
The Master Chief lands in the Mortal Kombat universe and sees Raiden. That is the first chapter.
Next on the update list; Halo/Mass Effect crossover: 'From Hell to Hell.'
Response to guest reviews:
dickbutt: And here is more, with more on the way! Nice name by the way, hilarious.
Guest1: Thanks for the complement, I'm very glad that you're enjoying the story so far.
Ilikepie: It makes me very happy to hear that you liked the space battle. It was my first one, and I wanted it to be awesome! Master Chief is indeed a great character, probably my favorite character of all time.
WOLF (SPARTAN-626): Oh Chief will be kicking a lot of ass in the story, and in the next chapter! I hope you liked the Chief and Raiden meeting. In the next chapter, Chief will be meeting more Mortal Kombat characters like Johnny Cage, Sonya Blade, Jackson Briggs, and a few more. As for pairings, that is something I am still thinking on.
Guest2: I'm glad that you liked the first chapter. I hope you enjoy the second one!
Lover: Maybe. I'm still thinking on the whole pairing issue.
Hoser23: Thanks for the complement, I spent a lot of time on the first chapter. I rather enjoyed it. Who is Chief going to be paired with? I'm not sre yet.
JC: You should definitely check out Mortal Kombat 2011. It has an amazing story. You can find cut scenes that play the entire story on youtube.
wolf: Yeah I know that Dr Halsey is a mother figure to the Spartans. I mentioned it in the first chapter and in this one. But other people won't see her like that, such as Sarah Palmer or Tom Lasky. They would think she is a monster for kidnapping children, and would think the Spartans would want to kill her.
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