Finally, the chapter you've all wanted to see. Again, I'm sorry for not clarifying in the last chapter. I blame it on something. Haven't quite figured out what yet. I was talking with Assault Godzilla a few days ago, wondering about the level of technology that the Fairy Tail Universe has. After looking at a lot of things that happened in Fairy Tail, I can safely say that they are on par with 21st century tech. Motorcycles, cars-albeit very old fashioned ones-, and Laxus's headphones were all proof of that. So, I can now tell where to go. I have some things that I want to do, but couldn't since I didn't know what tech they had. But now I do. I have a request for you guys, by the way. You'll see it at the bottom. Also, I've taken the fight to another level than what it was supposed to be. So, we'll be revisiting Crocus. I think that's where the GMG arena was. If not, then oh well. Anyways, let's see who wins: a Super-soldier and alien from a war torn universe, who have faced and beaten impossible odds multiple times, or four Fairy Tail mages, who are considered some of the strongest members of the guild and have beaten every enemy they have ever faced. Not much of a challenge, don't you think?
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or Halo in any way.
Thanks to Cana, the entirety of Fiore now knew about the "friendly fight" that was taking place in Fairy Tail. A few people had actually approached Makarov and asked if he was selling tickets. Makarov initially denied them, but after a while, he started selling tickets, saying that it would provide money for when he had to clean up after the guild. There were so many people, both mages and normal persons, who had bought tickets that the fight was going to be held in Crocus. It was the only place that could hold so many spectators.
Makarov and the others were currently sitting in their spectator box. Everyone was chatting, having a good time. A few of the marines were busy cleaning their weapons, and everyone watched how they took the lethal weapons apart with more speed and precision than most people should have been able to do. William was cleaning his beloved sniper rifle.
"I don't recognize you. You must be new to the guild." A voice said from behind him. Startled, he turned with inhuman speed, his hand holding his newly-drawn combat knife. The girl who stood behind him looked surprised.
"I've never been greeted like that." She smiled.
"Who are you?" William asked suspiciously. "What are you doing here?"
By now, all the other marines had drawn their side arms, mostly pistols. Makarov saw what they were aiming at.
"Ah! First Master! I did not expect you here."
William faced him. "You know her?"
"Yes, yes. That is the very first master of our guild. This is Mavis Vermillion."
"Isn't she supposed to be dead?"
Makarov nodded. "She appears to us periodically, being a ghost. It's alright. Put away your weapons."
William shook his head, muttering under his breath. Makarov heard him. "Great, fucking ghosts from years ago. What's next, the Didact again?" He put away the combat knife, and everyone went back to cleaning their weapons.
Makarov went over to him, concerned. "What do you mean by "again"?" He whispered.
"You mean you didn't hear?" Makarov shook his head.
William told him about the Chief's talk with Lahar. How the Didact had somehow come to this earth as well, back in X193. How people, even today, had fruitlessly searched for the Composer, or the smaller version of it. How that not even the Magic Council knew the fate of the Didact, only that he had disappeared after being defeated by the collective effort of Fiore. Makrov looked troubled, and everyone saw it.
"What's wrong, Master?" Asked Levy, who was sitting nearby.
"I-it's nothing you should concern yourself about."
"Sixth, what is wrong?"
"Nothing First. Nothing that can't be taken care of."
"That's right! Nothing beats the UNSC Marines!" William shouted. The others followed up.
"Ho-ra!"
The game was set to begin. Cortana, the Arbiter, and the Master Chief were having a private conversation, waiting for the announcer and Yajima to announce them.
"You two do realize that you'll have to take it easy on these guys. They fight well, but there is no way that they could beat you if you were actually trying."
"I look forward to victory." The Arbiter said confidently.
The announcer called their names, indicating that they were about to begin.
"Spartan, are you ready?"
With a curt nod, the Master Chief said, "Let's go."
Back in the stands, William heard the call for the UNSC team to make its way forward. He looked down to the darkened entrance, waiting.
The crowd had been cheering wildly when Natsu, Erza, Gajeel, and Laxus were called. Now they were laughing at the persons who were coming out of the opposite entrance, thinking that they were fools to attempt to win in a fight with Erza, let alone the other three. Jeers rang out all over. William decided that he would send a little encouragement and motivation to the Chief, while making the others in the stadium a little nervous.
"Hey, Chief, Aribiter! You should go easy on 'em! Maybe fight without using your hands!"
Everyone around him gave him strange looks, except for Makarov and the other Marines. Makarov just shook his head and muttered, "That won't be enough."
The other marines got the hint, and started shouting at William, more for everyone else's benefit than his.
"Fight without their hands? That's it!?"
"Yeah, they'd need to fight blind, backwards, and without being allowed to move their feet! Then the others would be getting close to getting a chance to beat them!"
"No, no, no! You guys are idiots. They'd need to fight blind, bound hand and foot, no armor, no weapons, deaf, and submerged in concrete for the others to have a chance!"
If everyone thought they were getting strange looks before, they certainly were now. One of the nearer spectators shouted back at them.
"If that happened, they wouldn't be able to move!"
"That's the point!" William shouted back. "They're that good!"
After a few more minutes of shouting, things finally calmed down.
"That was quite some confidence from… what were they called?" The announcer asked.
"Team UNSC." Yajima answered. "Relatively new to Fairy Tail, they have already gotten a reputation for being able to complete S-Class missions, and don't think twice about killing the enemy. There are twenty of them in all, and they all claim to come from the same place. They are supposedly soldiers. The discipline and uniforms speak volumes about that. They also use a type of gun magic, though I confess that I have never seen their type of gun magic. They also seem to have other magic that no one knows about."
"Like what?"
"They have machines called "Pelicans". These machines have the ability to fly, but according to Team Natsu, there was no lacrima to support that. How they are able to fly without magic is a mystery. I'm sure that they have many more secrets, but we may never know them."
"Thank you, Yajima. It seems that the fight is about to begin."
The Master Chief looked at his opponents. There would be no definite knowledge of who would be fighting him as opposed to the Arbiter. He just knew that he would need to take them all down.
"Easy, big guy. They're not Insurrectionists." Cortana said. The Chief just nodded.
The Arbiter was standing at his side, looking ready. Their eyes met for a brief second, then the signal was given. The fight began.
Natsu, being Natsu, immediately charged forward, his hands aflame. He went straight for the Master Chief, trying to punch him. The Spartan's reflexes carried him safely out of the path of danger, if there was any to begin with. Natsu sailed past, looking surprised. He whirled, only to get a fist to the face, courtesy of his last target. The punch, though the Chief had been holding back, sent Natsu sailing into the opposite wall. He slumped down, rubbing his nose.
The others, who were smarter, decided to attack as a team. The Chief could hear them giving away their attacks with their shouts.
"Re-quip: Heaven's Wheel! Blumenblatt!"
"Iron Dragon's Club!"
"Raging Bolt!"
The swords, lightening, and iron pole came at the Chief, who noticed that all the attacks were focused on him. He ignored the lightening; it couldn't hurt him. He grabbed Gajeel's arm, and pulled him to the left. Gajeel was surprised when he went slamming into Laxus, who cursed. Gajeel continued, hitting Erza and knocking her over as well. He ended up slamming into the same part of the wall Natsu had, and fell right on top of Natsu.
Erza's swords had been in the middle of their flight when Erza had gone down. The Master Chief avoided all but two. Instead of avoiding the last two, he stood in their paths and grabbed them by the point with one hand each. They stopped immediately. He tossed a sword to the Arbiter, who roared his thanks. He, being the better swordsman, went after Erza, who had just stood up, unable to believe her swords had been caught. She and the Arbiter engaged in a sword duel.
The Chief's attention was pulled away by the sound of rapid footsteps behind him. He waited until Natsu and Gajeel were almost upon him before he turned and swept their feet out from under them. They fell, and then Laxus had his full attention. The Chief ran at Laxus, who smiled and entered a defensive stance. The Chief ignored this, performed a front-flip over Laxus, grabbed him, and threw him at Natsu and Gajeel, who had just stood back up. They all went tumbling, reminding the Chief of when the pins were knocked over in bowling.
Erza and the Arbiter were still in a fierce duel. Erza was breathing hard, while the Arbiter had barely broken a sweat. Being an alien from another dimension who was used to fighting without stopping had its advantages. Then Erza made a mistake. She left herself open for a second too long, and the Arbiter was able to fling her sword out of her hands and point his own sword at her neck.
"That was hardly a challenge!"
"I'm not done yet!"
The Arbiter stood back, seeing something out of the corner of his eye. Erza was confused.
"Why-" She didn't get any farther, since Natsu was sent headlong into her.
In the stands, everyone had their jaws wide open because Erza and the others were currently losing. The marines were laughing at everyone.
"I told you they were that good!"
The Elites, who were watching back at the base, courtesy of a satellite orbiting the planet, were commenting on the Arbiter's performance. William could hear them laughing at Erza's attempts to disarm the Arbiter.
In spite of all the festivities, William suddenly felt like something was off. He stopped laughing and looked around. Someone was watching them. Someone with evil intent. He could feel the eyes pass over him. He looked in across the arena, and something moved. He got up and made his way to the back of the Fairy Tail spectator box and pulled out his sniper rifle. He zoomed in on the area he had just been looking at. There was nothing there. He scanned the area around it, but found nothing. He continued searching.
Thomas noticed that his brother was at the back of the box, sniper rifle out and ready. He quietly made his way over to him.
"What's wrong?"
"Someone was watching us. I could feel the eyes looking at me. It wasn't a nice feeling. Something bad's going to happen soon."
"How bad? We're-seeing-ghosts bad? Or we'll-have-to-bring-out-heavy-weapons bad?"
William looked him straight in the eye. "Flood bad." He took a last look through the rifle's scope.
Thomas gulped. He trusted his brother. They had all developed a sixth-sense that was just as good as their eyesight. It came with being a soldier.
"It's gone. Whatever it was left." Thomas put his sniper rifle down.
"We have to let them know about this."
"I know. After the fight."
The fight had lasted for a long time, longer than the time limit would allow. Eventually, when Natsu was unable to get back up, the fight was stopped. Everyone was disappointed, but understood why. The Master Chief and Arbiter were declared the victors. Cana was now worried, since she had put a lot of money on Natsu and the others. The odds had been over 100 to one. And Neil, though gambling was looked down upon in the UNSC, had placed a sizable bet on the Chief: 1 million jewel. He was about to become rich. But he wasn't the one Cana was worried about. It was everyone else, who were now losing their money…
Man, I had trouble writing this chapter. This is draft # 23. I'm sorry to cut it short like that. I don't think I'm very good with action scenes. Not my style. And who is this mysterious person who can make even the marines nervous? That will have to wait. Though I'm sure anyone can guess. Now, my request for you guys. I'm going to make a GMG with the Master Chief and others in it. What I want from you is ideas for the events. Here are the requirements: 1) You must have a name for the event. 2) You must give me a detailed description of what happens in said event. 3) You must tell me who will compete in said event. 4) If the UNSC team is not going to participate, I would like your opinion on who would win. Now, keep in mind that they cannot compete in every event. I am currently writing one event that includes fake hostages and explosives. Lots and lots of C7 and C12 to go boom. That will probably be the last event. Also, I might make it so that the UNSC Team compete as another guild. Maybe, maybe not. So, with that finished, I'll see you guys later.
-Portertrain9