*Author's Notes* Sorry for those who have been waiting and questioning the story. I have been trying to make the second chapter but have also been trying to juggle school at the same time. The first chapter was nothing more than an intro to explain how Noble Six ended up in the Destiny universe. I also apologize for any misspelled words in the last chapter and future chapters like spelli9ng throat like though but I'm not going to go back and change it any time soon as I want this story to really take off before I do any finalizing to the chapters. Sorry if this an in inconvenience to anyone but I will try to avoid any misspelling in the future and I will eventually change any misspelled words in the future just continue to point out any errors as you see them and I'll rectify them in the future.
*End Author's Notes*
The Cosmo Dome, located on Earth, is a rusted monument of what we used to be, what we were, and what we will be again someday. That is if they can live that long. Years ago a giant entity known only as the Traveler appeared before Humanity promising advances in technologies and longer lasting life. But the most important thing that he promised to us was the stars. With the new advancements in technology we began to take to the stars in flocks, colonizing worlds in our solar system. This was the Golden Age. This age of prosperity and peace couldn't last long though for if there is a light then there is darkness.
The darkness came, hungering four our light and tour through our colonies and cities one by one until they came to Earth, the source of the light. It was a great battle against the darkness until it was clear that even with the help of the Traveler it was a battle that was already lost. When pushed back to the last bastion of the light, The Last City, the Traveler used his light to fight back the darkness and used his remaining light to create the ghosts.
The ghosts are smart AI's powered by the Traveler's light, and their goal is to find and revive people from the old world that would make potential Guardians. Guardians are the defenders of the light and our only hope if we wish to reclaim what humanity once had. They use the Traveler's light to influence the battlefield in ways that the human mind cannot conceive. They reside in the Tower keeping a vigilant eye over the City and a watchful eye on their enemies.
"Fire Team Sun Down please report to the Vanguard War Room for mission briefing immediately, Alicia and Lily of Fire Team Sun Down to the Vanguard War Room immediately." The Tower's PA system rang out. "What do you think they want us for now, we just came back from patrol?" Alicia, a purple Exo donning a cloak and hood asked. 'I don't know, but we better get a move on, Zavala gets impatient if it's something important." Lily, another purple Exo who donned a sort of battle robe said. "Well I need to stop off at the gunsmith first though; Banshee has a new shipment of sniper rifles that I want to check out." Alicia said.
(Alicia is a Hunter Class and Lily is a Warlock Class. Both are identical Exo's and are siblings in a metaphorical sense, and have a purple color scheme to them. They both have outgoing personalities and have been together since the beginning of when the game starts with Ghost reviving you outside the Cosmo Dome Wall, just a little back round for you if any questions have been raised. I do realize that this is a Destiny/Halo fiction but the entire first chapter is just Halo. I had to do that because I can't have Noble Six just pop into Destiny and have you accept that. I'm rambling now so I'll just shut up.)
They grabbed their respective weapons and spare magazines from the gun rack that was hanging off the wall next to their door was. Alicia had a sniper rifle and a scout rifle and Lily had a burst rifle and fusion rifle. They walked out of their shared dormitory on one of the Towers many floors and headed to the elevator that would take them to the top where the Vanguard War Room was located among the many vendors and the Speaker. The elevator doors parted to reveal the ship wright of the Tower. They gave a respective nod to the Tower's head mechanic Holiday, who only grunted in return as she pulled at a rather stubborn bolt attached to the undercarriage of a sparrow. They walked around the corner and through a hallway to the main central hub of the tower. The top of the Tower thriving in activity, many Guardians went about their business and Vendors stood at their respective spots displaying their wares and weapons. They took a right past Master Rahul who raised his hand in greeting as they past and made their way over to Banshee-44 who was the Tower's local gunsmith and fellow Exo.
"Hello Banshee, I heard that you had a new shipment of sniper rifles in today." Alicia greeted. "Hello Alicia, Lily, I was supposed to receive a shipment of sniper rifles but the order was delayed due to someone messing up the order. They apparently thought that I wanted them next week instead of now so they haven't even started on the order." He answered with a touch of anger tinting his voice. "Oh well would you mind letting me know when you do get them in?" Alicia questioned. "Sure, I'll let you know when I get them." He promised.
With that Alicia and Lily turned around and headed to the steps leading down into the Vanguard War Room. When they rounded the corner and finally entered the large room they were greeted by three very contrasting faces. There was Cayde-6, another Exo and Hunter Handler for the Vanguard; he had an amused look on his metallic face complete with a small smile. There was Ikora Ray, a dark skinned lady and Warlock Handler for the Vanguard; she had a curios look donning her face and it could be seen in her eyes that were hungry for knowledge as some Warlocks were. And finally there was Commander Zavala, an tall awoken with a take no shit from no one look on his face as he stared down the two Exo's that just entered the room; he was the handler for all Titans in the Vanguard.
"You're late." Zavala stated plainly, his voice devoid of all emotion. "We weren't expecting to be called up here so soon after coming back from patrol." Lily defended. Zavala was about to retort but Ikora beat him to it. "Regardless, you're here now so we may begin." She said. "What exactly are we here for anyways?" Alicia asked. "You're here because we detected an anomaly out in the Cosmodrome close to where you were patrolling." Cayde stated. "What sort of anomaly are we talking about here?" Lily asked. "We don't know, and that's why we're sending you to investigate." Zavala stated firmly leaving no room to argue. Cayde typed a few commands into the table's console and an orange holographic map lit up, it was the Cosmodrome, more specifically the Moth Yards, an area that planes where stored during the Great Collapse.
"This is the area that we detected the anomaly just only ten minutes ago. But the anomaly had a unique signature, similar to that of when a fallen skiff performs a short range teleport but the area that it was detected in was on ground level so that rules out that possibility." Cayde explained. "We need you two to get there, investigate, and neutralize whatever this anomaly is if it proves hostile." Zavala stated with a nod. Alicia and Lily nodded before leaving the Vanguard War Room with a new purpose, to find out what this anomaly is. "Ghost, prep the ship for launch, we're going hunting." Alicia said, "Right." Was his mechanical reply before he teleported off to get their shared jump ship prepped for launch.
After they launched from the Tower's hangar they plotted a course for the Cosmodrome. "What do you think we'll find?" Lily asked. "I don't know, I guess we'll find out when we get there." Alicia answered. Alicia's Ghost appeared next to her head and said: "We'll be arriving in a few minutes; I suggest you bring extra ammo. Recent reports suggest that the fallen are patrolling more frequently and in larger numbers as of late." Lily nodded and went to the back of the ship to stock up on her ammo reserves. The ship slowed to a halt and Ghost trans-matted them from the ship to the ground below. They materialized on the crest of a small snow covered hill that overlooked the rest of this area of the Cosmodrome.
"The Moth Yards are to the west of here, we should get a move on if we want to be back at the Tower before dark." Lily said. They materialized their respective sparrows and sped off to the Moth Yards, dodging a few fallen patrols along the way before they halted themselves on the ridge of another hill that over looked the Moth Yards. Giant passenger planes stood rusting away into nothingness, a testament to what humanity was capable of before the Great Collapse. They stood their admiring the old relics for a few minutes before Ghost chimed in over the coms. "We really should get moving, the Fallen are known to take crack shots are Guardians that idle for too long." That brought Alicia and Lisa out of their revere.
"We should split up to cove more ground." Alicia suggested. "I'll sweep around the right and circle back to the middle, you sweep left and do the same." Lily said. Alicia nodded her head in agreement and sped off with her cloak billowing out behind her. Lily did the same but circled right instead of left like Alicia had done.
After five minutes of uneventful patrolling Lily met up with Alicia on the south end of the Moth Yards. "Anything yet?" She asked. "Nothing, whatever Zavalla detected out here is probably long gone. It's going to get dark soon, we should probably head back in before it does." She said. Suddenly a Fallen Skiff warped in just over their heads however it didn't fire on them or deploy its occupants. It just continued onward until the edge of the Moth Yards where the entrance to the Satellite Array complex was before deploying its occupants, firing a few rounds from its mounted weapons into the complex entrance, and finally taking off.
"What's with the sudden increase in Fallen activity, we haven't seen any of them up until now." Alicia asked. "I don't know, but they seem to be chasing something into the complex. Maybe it's linked to the anomaly that Zavalla detected. We should kill them either way though, that's an elite task force that went in there, and they'll wreak havoc if left alive for another Guardian." Lily stated. "Right, let's go and take them out, then we'll head back to the Tower." Alicia agreed. They both sped off on their respective sparrows towards the ongoing firefight in the complex.
Approximately one hour earlier…
Everything was peaceful in the Cosmodrome, specifically the Moth Yards. A few Fallen were sifting through the ancient and rusting plane wrecks hoping that they would find something interesting to bring back to their House, but were not having much luck. Most of the ancient relics had already been stripped by former Fallen crews of their valuables. But for the most part the Moth Yards was peaceful, or it was up until a pair of sparrows came barreling though the area at near hazardous speeds.
The Fallen, having forgotten their scavenged treasures or lack of, grabbed their weapons to bear on the two objects and let loose a volley of anti-personnel targeting rounds. The bolts may have been slow but were quite deadly when used with enough of its brethren and positioned properly. However the operators of the two sparrows were quite adept at maneuvering around the deadly munitions even at the speed that they were going. Soon enough the fast moving vehicles and their operators where over a hill and out of the area in no time and the Fallen went back to scavenging the ancient relics for anything that could be found a use for, and all was peaceful in the Moth Yards once again…for about ten minutes, then something else happened.
A bright flash illuminated one of the many rusting plane's interiors leaving the scavengers inside temporarily blinded by it. In its place laid a lump of steaming metal. Upon further inspection, the lump was revealed to be something else, perhaps a man or machine of sorts, it was unclear to the curios Vandal and his team of three Dregs. One of the Dregs moved in for a closer inspection of whatever this was but as soon as it got with what could be considered close proximity, an arm shot out faster than the Dreg had time to react and punched it in the face. A sickening crack emitted and reverberated throughout the metal plane, and the dreg was sent reeling back a feet before falling over dead with a sizable dent in the middle of its face. The other Dregs took one look at their fallen comrade before running out of the plane's emergency exit hatch to get reinforcements. The remaining Vandal looked back at his retreating squad and yelled out something in its native language before turning around to bear his rifle on whatever it was that just killed a Dreg with a single punch and sent another two running.
P.O.V. Switch
I awoke lying on the ground of something metal and judging from my surroundings it was very old as it was badly damaged from over exposure to the elements resulting in severe rusting. That was the first thing that registered in my mind. The second was the fact that EVERYTHING hurts! I must have taking a severe beating at the hands of a Hunter because that's what it felt like. The third thing that registered itself in my mind was the fact that I was alive, very much alive apparently since everything still hurt. But how, how was I still alive? I stayed behind on the Covenant Carrier that was on a refueling track with a Super Carrier, then manually detonated a slip space drive turned makeshift bomb once I was within optimal detonation range. However, it is possible that I survived the slip space jump because of my armor. Even if I had survived a random jump like that, which I obviously did since everything still hurts, I lost an arm to an Elite before I detonated the bomb, I should have bled out at this point. Maybe the plasma sword cauterized the wound instead of leaving it a bleeding stump. But still, my armor was punctuated, that means that it was completely depressurized, which means that I should have died a horrible death long before this point either by the compression difference of the vacuum of space and my destabilized suit or suffocation …unless this atmosphere is a breathable one with the same air pressure as a regular environment.
But if I'm alive then were am I? Hang on I heard something behind me. It sounds like something alive, but not human. Was that a screech? Definitely not human, but if it's not human then that could only leave Covenant as the only plausible possibility. I better play this one carefully, I still have no idea where I am, I'm missing an arm, and my motion tracker is reading four enemies directly behind me. One of them is moving towards me, and judging from the sound of its footsteps it's not a Brute, which means my chance of killing it, whatever it is, have just increased significantly. I'll just wait until it gets close enough then I'll throw out a punch to try and stun it long enough to grab its weapon. Six feet, breathe. Five feet, you can do this. Four feet, get ready. Three feet, almost there. Two feet, just about within reach. One foot, it's now or never. I rolled over and threw out my remaining arm with my hand enclosed in a fist aiming for the first thing that I saw.
My fist connected with whatever it was in the face, letting loose a sickening crack. Whatever it was, was sent reeling for a few feet before it fell over, presumable dead, with a sizable dent in its face. I looked at whatever it was that I just killed and drew a blank. It wasn't any type of alien that I knew of and sure in Sam's Hell wasn't a human. It stood probably around four to five feet give or take and was clothed in a light armor variation that I didn't recognize. It wore a re-breather on its face and had about six eyes, two sets of three stretching across its face where a normal set of eyes would be. This was defiantly not any alien that he knew of. Was the Covenant recruiting or was something else going on here.
A flourish of movement and a bellow of alien dialect brought my attention to more important matters; there would be plenty of time to study the new aliens when they were dead. I stood up from my position on the floor and face the room's only remaining occupant, another unfamiliar alien. This one had similar features to the one that I had punched to death. The same eye set, same re-breather apparatus, and the same hostile intention. The only difference between this one and the dead one, besides being alive, was the fact that this one had four arms instead of the usual two and was clothed in a different manor of armor. However, even more important than how it looks or how many arms it had, was the fact that it had a rifle of sorts in its hands and trained on me. Before it could fire the weapon I moved to duck under the anticipated shot and rammed my shoulder into its body. The alien was sent sprawling across the floor but the weapon remained dropped at my feet. I bent down and claimed the weapon with my left hand but mentally kicked myself. You don't have a left hand anymore, hell, you don't even have a left arm anymore, and god only knows where the hell it is. I claimed the weapon with my right hand this time and pointed the newly requisitioned rifle at the alien that was only just starting to pick its self off the ground and pulled the trigger. A trio of slow, swerving bolts homed in on their target before impacting with the alien's body and leaving sizzling hole in their place. I paused for a moment and examined the weapon. It was unlike anything that I had ever seen before, that was for dam sure. It was kind of cool in its own right but I still preferred basic kinetic weaponry, more specifically, something that fires bullets instead of energy. The weapon didn't really seem to run off of ammo so I didn't bother to try and collect spare slips from the fallen aliens, it probably ran off of a battery charge anyways.
I left the metal interior of whatever it was that I was in and was temporarily frozen in place as my helmet polarized to the brighter light of the outside, then was frozen in place for a whole other reason. All around me were old, rusting passenger planes, but that wasn't what had me frozen in place. Even the UNSC had old aircraft graveyards like this one, but it was what lied beyond the rusting planes.
A great wall spanned for as far as the eye could see in either direction, a complex a ways off and up a hill stood as well. It too, like the planes, had been left to the mercy of and the elements it would seem. Almost all of it was rusted and some pieces of the building were missing either by age or by…explosives? I couldn't really tell witch from this distance, my helmet can only enhance so much after all. Even rusted and in pieces, that structure is still the best chance at surviving this mess until I can figure things out, it's obvious enough that this is hostile territory.
I started off at a slow paced, yet awkward jog, since I was missing an arm, but I had to speed it up to a full sprint when more of those weird aliens started to emerge from some of the other planes. After about ten minutes of this, with the occasional break here and there to fire at the pursing aliens, I finally made it to the entrance of the complex. The door way that led inside looked to be an old loading bay door that stood wide open. Normally I would have checked around the area and would have been a bit more cautious when entering a building such as this but I didn't have time to, the aliens weren't too far behind me.
I was about to enter the complex when strange ship suddenly warped in right as I crossed over into the building's interior, and it fired three rounds at me. The first directly impacted with my chest, but my suits shields flared to life taking the brunt of the damage. The next two didn't get a chance to connect as I dove behind an overturned desk. I peeked over my makeshift cover to see why it wasn't firing at me anymore. More of those weird aliens dropped out of the back of the ship and they slowly started to advance towards my position as the ship took off.
I needed to act fast; there were four of the two armed aliens and two of the four armed ones. Normally I wouldn't have a problem with dealing with a situation like this but the circumstances are a bit different this time around. The only other exit that I could see, besides the loading bay entrance, was a small passage way on the other side of the room. Only problem was, was that the desk that I was hiding behind was on the other side of the room with the loading bay entrance in-between. There wasn't any way to get to the passage way without being spotted so that only left one option if stealth was out, running and gunning.
With no other choice, I blind fired my rifle over my cover, and immediately all out sprinted towards the passage way, I didn't get very far though as a larger version of the four armed alien emerged from the passage way. I was forced to backtrack into a small utility room and was promptly trapped. One large alien blocked one of the two exits in the room while six others covered the last one. I don't even know what these things are and I'm going to be killed by them. Oh well, if I have to go down, then I'm going down swinging. I let loose a chuckle before aiming my gun at the nearest of the aliens from the doorway of the utility room and let loose a few burst before the alien fell in a heap, dead.
I was going to switch to another target when one of the two armed aliens produced something from its belt, a top heavy looking tube, before priming it and hurtling it at me. I ducked back in the utility room but the object stuck to the outside wall of the doorframe. The only warning I had before the object exploded into a burst of electricity was a high pitched whine. The electricity from the object, which I'm guessing was a type of grenade, jumped at me, drained my shields and left me stunned. I was still reeling from the effects of the grenade when I heard gunfire coming from outside, actual gunfire.
I heard the aliens outside the utility room screech a couple of times until it was quiet, or it was until I heard a feministic voice. "Okay, so now what, room full of Fallen and no anomaly." "Now we have a look around, whatever they were fighting has to still be in the area." Another had said. Now a new voice, a robotic voice spoke out. "I'm picking up something strange coming from the utility room in the back of the room, that could be the anomaly that we're looking for." At this point I didn't care what happened. I was exhausted from all the running and fighting, and that grenade must have hit me harder that I thought because now I just want to sleep.
I slumped down to the ground and just leaned against the wall. Before my eyes closed though, two figures walked into my line of sight, but I couldn't quite make them out in detail. However, they were obviously female if these were the voices that I heard earlier, but where is the owner to the third voice? Oh well, I can get answers for these questions when I wake up.
*Authors Notes*
Sorry it took so long to make this chapter, I was writing the next chapter for Spartan E-185, but when I saw that this suddenly became more popular I was compelled to prioritize this one over the other. Hope you like the chapter and the new characters. If you see anything wrong with this chapter, anything at all, feel free to let me know. I don't want to keep writing crap when you guys expect something good, so let me know. And as always please leave a review or flame if you feel that it is justified.
Until next time, this is Demonicalfox777 signing off…
