I must be on a Kuroinu binge or something because I have three new ideas for stories for this infamous h-doujin/hentai series. And whichever this one is in release order is one of them. In all three ideas, I did check previously created stories on this site to see if my ideas were inspired by anyone else and they are not. As far as the site is concerned, these are all of my ideas.

This idea in particular is one involving Halo, specifically Halo 3: ODST. And if we're going to drill down further even more than that, the Rookie. The Rookie is probably many people's favorite silent protagonist in Halo media. Here on FFN, there are quite a few fics involving him as the main character or heavily involving him. This next part is a bit of a spoiler for Halo 5, but the Rookie died in between Halo 3 and 5. I wanted to run off of the idea of "what if he did die in the Halo-verse but continued on… somewhere else?" This is one idea of how that could maybe happen. For those that have read my "Big Damn Action Heroes" pilot idea, you can skip the first text section as it is the same one from that opening.

Summary: When the Rookie died at the hands of a person that he thought he could trust, he expected to wake up at the Pearly Gates and be greeted by Saint Peter, but it seemed like that was not in the cards. The Rookie wakes up in a hostile land with even more hostile inhabitants. He must make his way in this world and survive a coming plot that no one is able to foresee.

Paring(s): Unknown at this moment in time.

Rating: Heavy M, maybe higher if made into a full fic.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my copy of MS Word and my desktop. Halo belongs to Microsoft and 343i. Kuroinu belongs to the appropriate rights holders for the distribution of the hentai, manga, and visual novel. I only own this particular idea. See the forward for the full disclaimer.

WARNING: There is lewd content early on in this. Not explicit, but lewd and it isn't all that pleasant to read if you're familiar with this visual novel's content.

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Olga Discordia was defeated. The human named Vult or Vault, she didn't care for such a lowly human as him, invaded her lands at the behest and bankrolling of Celestine Lucullus and her Princess Knight Alliance. She hated the light-skinned elf. She paraded herself around like a goddess while Olga clawed her way out of her sub-species' cursed role of being sexual playthings for anything with a penis. She formed an army and took over a small patch of land on what was ancestrally Dark Elf lands. From there she masterminded the fall of the Seven Shields Alliance. And she was winning, that is until Vult and his human and monster army carved through her own lands to her own tower. She was taken prisoner and her first lieutenant was taken as a sexual plaything by the capturing army. However, she didn't expect their next move, to now move upon Celestine herself using her old tower as a base of operations to form a new Empire, something that they called a 'Cuntry'. And no, that was not a misspelling either. If there was one thing that she honored, it was the time-honored traditions of honor and loyalty, even if she killed many humans who said that they abode by it. But Vult? He had no honor. He was just a lying, cheating, piece of scum that she would revel in the pleasure of killing.

The second day after her capture, the opportunity came. His mercenary guards marched into her dungeon that she was now a resident of, and led her with the threat of death to her former throne room. She could hear the sounds of the female form being ravished and the recipient unwilling echoing through the halls. Then, it just stopped followed by grunting and groaning, the specific kind after someone has been ravished. The answer to who this was received an answer when she entered her former throne room. The smell consisted of sweat, salt, chlorine, and musk; the scent that a room would have after sex. The floor was a complete mess, covered in the seminal fluids of the ogres that were clearly responsible due to them a) being covered it them themselves, and b) being naked. As for the victim in all of it, she looked down near the foot of her throne's elevated seat to see her lieutenant Chloe lying there on her back, legs spread bare like a common whore for Vult despite him being completely clothed still. Olga looked upon her soiled lieutenant with a critical gaze, not giving away her true feelings on the matter, that of rage.

Chloe looked up towards Vult with doe-like eyes and the voice of a woman enraptured in lust. "Master Vult, can I get my own reward?" she asked in a borderline half-lidded gaze. She was clearly drunk on a dopamine rush from what happened to her. That or Vult's magician used vile magics on Chloe.

"Didn't you hear what my aide said? We have brought her to be raped as you had requested," Vult said in his vile voice. Olga was completely silent as she mulled over her options.

The ogres grabbed Chloe's arms and started to drag her away. "No, I want more!" she whined. "I want more cum!" she drunkenly mewled as fluids leaked out of her. Olga had to keep her head forward and 'ignore' her lieutenant. She didn't want to, but she couldn't afford to show weakness, even if she cared deeply for Chloe.

Vult laughed in some misguided attempt to scare her as he stood up. "It seems that I am no longer welcome in certain places," he boomed. "There's something that I've been dying to know: I wonder if a dark elf can become pregnant from a human." Her arms tensed up as he said that, which went completely unnoticed as his men cheered.

The ogres encroached on her and she clasped her fist in anger. She knew what they were going to do to her and what they were going to continue to do to Chloe. She had to act fast. She knew that she had some supporters in the dark elf community that harbored a hard grudge against humans and the other races that they allied against. She could use them to build a new army of loyal beings. She could even find countries that harbored a grudge against Celestine and her Seven Shield Alliance and use humans and other species to do her bidding to get her revenge. They were getting close, so she had to act fast.

To buy time for the two spells she needed to weave together, she laughed in defiance. This obviously caught Vult and his men off guard. "I would never submit to a rotten bunch of stupid worms like you," she said in further defiance. She then proceeded to summon her staff. "I'm taking this back." She proceeded to raise it above her head and channeled all of the magic might she had been saving up the entire time she had been captured. She used a low-powered teleportation spell to summon Chloe to her side, her freshly fluid covered body; she then powered up the big spell she had been planning on: a long-distance translocation spell.

Lightning surrounded her as the spell wove itself together at her will. To Vult, he watched on as the chirping of the lightning became more and more intense. Finally, a large explosion happened. What was left was a blackened spot and a small crater and surrounding it were the bodies of the ogres that were going to ravish Olga like they did Chloe; they were all blackened by electrical burns and currently deceased. But something was wrong, she hadn't vanished as she had intended to! In a single motion, she collapsed to the ground exhausted. This definitely didn't happen as she had intended to.

Vult stood up from her throne and walked over to her collapsed body and laughed like a hyena approaching its prey. "You're broken, my queen!" he gloated as more ogres dragged the still cum-drunk Chloe back to where ever they wished.

In a last-ditch effort, knowing what Vult intended to do, she started to chant once more, but for a different effect. Over her womb appeared a brand-like mark. Knowing Vult and his lackey were looking at it, she explained smugly, "It is my last resort for you."

"This is…?" he asked more out of confusion more than anything else.

"It's the seal for her womb," the wizard lackey explained.

"I got it," Vult said, though no one knew if he truly comprehended it. "So, it's a seal to make her pregnant." He didn't get it after all.

"I seal this dark spirit within my body," Olga started to explain, "it won't let you do as you like right now."

"Oh, I understand," Vult chuckled. "Now we got ourselves time to screw that seal from her." He still didn't get it, but that wouldn't stop a man like him. "Listen to me, all of you!" he called to his men. "This high dark elf is a beautiful woman and is surely a virgin." Olga stared at him in horror. He was going to do it after all. "I'll let you have this dark elf queen!" His human men cried out enthusiastically in favor of this in cheers that echoed through her former throne room.

They proceeded to tackle her to prevent her from somehow escaping and four different men held her in place standing up, each holding a different limb. "How good looking," Vult called out. "A queen like you would be screwed by these men in here." In front of her an entire cadre of men already naked as the day as they were born and as prepared as they would have been with a human whore.

"I can't hold it; I want to screw her so badly!" one called out. She hung her head in shame. She was being held onto by several strong men and her staff was a long way away. The tiniest bit of the magic she had stored away had already been used in her seal. She was powerless and doomed.

"Well, we should give this queen some time to think," the man holding her leg called out.

"I never thought we'd be able to do it with a high dark elf like her," the man holding her arm added. "Don't you think that her seal would make us enjoy this time?"

"Then, let's try it right now," a different man suggested. He reached out and tore off her thong, the only thing covering her nethers. "There!" She was exposed to all the men in the room.

"I could smell her delicious pussy by now," another man called out. Olga was immediately disgusted by that specific man more than the others at that moment. "I can't hold it!" Knowing the company Vult kept in this very room, it was safe to say that they were all like this man.

"Commander, please confirm her virginity!" a different man called out, another man holding her other arm.

"Let me see," Vult said as he knelt and spread her with his armored gauntleted fingers which were ice-cold to the touch.

'I'm being looked at by them,' Olga thought as she gasped from the coldness. 'These lower humankind are looking at my pussy.' Vult tried to touch her and a magical circle appeared and disappeared when he removed his finger. 'As I thought, I'm losing my power too much, with this…'

Vult set up his line of sight and looked her hole down and sniffed the air like he was searching for a specific scent. "This really is a sparkling virgin pussy," he declared. "It's not a joke anymore." This clearly got his men excited. "Then, shall we begin?" he asked, beginning to disrobe his armored pants. Olga gasped in horror at the man's member being exposed to her, she knew what was going to happen next. She would just have to hold out and hope that he would give up.

He didn't, and neither did his men.

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My eyes snapped open as I started to breathe erratically. I panic, my hands shooting over my chest to make sure that everything is as it should be. It should be no surprise either, after all, I had just been shot. Nothing was wrong with me and my biometrics on my HUD showed that everything was nominal, outside of my heart rate and breathing. I start to calm myself down after feeling that there definitely wasn't a 12.7mm hole in my chest, though I did feel a phantom pain where I knew it hit. I tapped the side of my helmet, activating my radio.

"Buck? Sarge?" I call out, but only got static. "Anybody?" There still was no response. I opened my radio's frequency and started to cycle through the standard UNSC channels. I got nothing but static. This wasn't good. I set the frequency to the emergency band and called out. "This is Corporal John Dorian of the UNSC, is there anyone on this frequency? Please respond." I sat in my spot, which was against a tree, and started to take inventory. I still had my suppressed M7 submachine gun and suppressed M6 pistol. Plenty of ammo, but nothing that I could really hold out in a long-term engagement. There still was no response. I swapped to an open channel and tried the same thing, still no response. This wasn't good.

I stood up and hefted my M7 in a comfortable, ready position. I start to look around and take in my surroundings. This definitely wasn't where I was last. Rolling countryside and greenery? "What the hell happened?" I ask aloud. I look down from my little hill and spotted a road. I walked down to it and when at the edge of the deserted road turned on VISR. The software analyzed the layout of the tracks, estimating that a large convoy had come through a few days prior based on the mud splatter's direction. The odd thing that stood out was the hoofprints of beasts of burden. It wasn't like animals were not used in UNSC territory, but it was usually recreational or on wildlife preserves where they roamed free. The large concentration of many beasts of burden, alongside many thin wheel lines rather than tire tracks, didn't sit easily with me. Shifting the weight of my hard case backpack, I started to walk the lonesome road.

It was several hours at a fast-walking pace when I came across a village. And it would have been one out of a storybook. Thatched roofs, wooden walls with mud stucco, fireplaces, and chimneys made out of cobbled stone. The works. A little town center with a small market for passers-through to buy local wares too. And there's a reason I say 'would have been'. This idyllic little hamlet had been burned to the ground, and it looked recent. Not recent enough that there was smoke pouring out of the freshly burned building, but recent enough that the structures that had been burned down were still standing. It had been maybe a day or two if I were to make a guess. Dead were strewn on the outsides of the hovels. The men had slash wounds on their necks, backs, or chests. Their eyes were still open, glazed open, and frozen forever in horror. They were strewn about haphazardly. I took a closer look at one of the bodies and they were dressed in very rough sewn woolen clothing. Simple clothing for simple people. Looking around, I saw the distinctive lack of women and children. Considering the scene I found myself in, this didn't put me at ease.

There was one house, more like a hall, that was more freshly burned than the rest and it looked like a lot of effort went into making sure that it was scorched to the point of covering something up. I approached it and instantly noticed the stench of burned flesh. Fighting the Covenant, you got used to the smell but you never forgot it. Stepping 'inside' (due to the lack of roof), I saw the reason why. Dozens of bodies screaming in eternal agony, their bodies contorted and emaciated, and skin charred. I turned on VISR again and activated a homebrew program and started scanning the bodies. It pinpointed various points on each body and analyzed them in real-time. The program came to the conclusion that all of the bodies here were of women. One thing that stood out to me is that there wasn't any clothing on them, not even a burned shred. In the corner of the building, there was a massive pile of ashes that had no shape. I put one and one together and came to the conclusion that something truly evil had happened here. I said a prayer and stepped outside.

Stepping back into the light, I felt someone watching me and my finger tightened around my M7's grip. I looked at the motion tracker and found that there was an unidentified object moving behind me. Turning around I found a relatively intact home. It was still burned but it still stood with a partial roof. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something small dart behind the house's structure.

"Hello?" I call out. But I get no response. I slowly approach the figure, my gun raised low. This didn't seem sketchy at all. I turned the corner quickly to see a little girl who stumbled backward. "A kid?" I ask aloud. I lower my weapon. "You alright, kid?" I ask.

Before she could answer in any direction, another blip on my motion tracker went off and it was moving quickly. I turned around to see what could only be described as a little red devil wielding a knife. I snapped up my M7 and as the augmented reality crosshairs lined up with it, I let out two silent rounds. They both hit the skull and the creature skidded to a halt. Nothing else popped up on my motion tracker. I turned around to the girl once more who was trying to skitter away but hadn't stood up yet.

"Hey! Hey!" I call out with my hands raised. "You're alright now." I knelt down on one knee and took off my helmet. "See? I'm human too?" This seemed to calm her down. "I'm John, what's your name?"

"I-I'm C-Cara," she stuttered.

"Cara is a lovely name," I reply as I hold out my hand, encouraging her to grab it. She did and I pulled her to her feet. "Now, I'm not from around here. What are you doing here and what happened to this village?"

She proceeded to tell me about her small village, how it was a small farming community and extremely small trading hub for passing through traders. She told me how her father, brothers, uncle, and cousins worked the fields by day while she, her sister, and her mother performed chores in the house. It was a daily routine that she had just started to be involved in. A few weeks back there had been a rumor from a passing through trader that one of the Fortress Cities had fallen and that refugees would soon be following after him. Soon after, hundreds of fleeing families passed through without stopping. The following night, two nights ago, imps (the creature that I had killed) started to raid the village alongside their human commanders. They called themselves the 'Black Dogs'. They slaughtered men and boys and took all of the women into the burned-out house where screams of the women could be heard. Considering her lack of understanding of this and the backward land I found myself in (as well as a healthy history of early European wars), I knew what happened. The men took whoever they wanted and those that they left were killed and their bodies burned in the building.

"And the only reason you're still alive is that your mother hid you?" I ask. She nodded, tears flowing freely from her eyes. "Your mother was a very brave woman and you're her daughter, do you know what that makes you?" She shook her head in the negative. "A brave girl."

"I'm not brave, I hid," she sniffled.

"Being brave isn't the same as being stupid," I clarify. "You're a kid, you aren't expected to fight in battles. But as for me? I'm a soldier."

"You are?"

"That's right, I am. And I in good conscience can't leave a kid like you here by yourself."

She seemed hesitant. "But what of my family?"

"We'll bury them and give them their last rites. Come on," I encouraged her. I found a spade and started to dig a large grave. It would only be large enough for her immediate family. It would be considered a 'shallow' grave as well, being less than six feet deep. It took a few hours but the hole was complete. Cara pointed out her father, uncle, cousins, brothers, and mother. I closed their eyelids and set the jaw (if possible) in a relaxed position and dragged the bodies to the gravesite and set them inside. Laying the dirt on the bodies and compacting it down took infinitely less time than digging it up in the first place. At the head, I placed a large stone shard to serve as a headstone. Cara had placed a bundle of wildflowers she had picked while the bodies were being covered on the freshly covered grave. It had been a long time since I had been to a church, let alone practiced the faith. I improvised a ceremony that left the girl crying. She cried until there were no more tears left and her voice had gotten hoarse. "Come, we can't stay here," I say while grasping her shoulder. We started to walk away from the burned-out village and started the long walk towards the nearby Fortress City. When Cara became tired, I picked her up and let her ride on my shoulders.

"Mister John, where are you from?" she asked as she started to nod off to sleep.

"I come from a very far away place. A great city called New Phoenix. My father was a lawman, bringing justice upon the wicked," I reply. It wasn't a lie, my pops was a detective with the police. One of their best on the force. Mom? She was ex-military. Used to be involved in some kind of black ops nonsense that she couldn't and wouldn't speak about. "In fact, I wanted to be just like him growing up."

"But you became a soldier?"

"Things change kid, things change." The Covenant War. The Insurrection. So many things had changed from when I was a child to me becoming an adult. "As humans, it's our nature to roll with the punches and do the best we can. To see the next sunrise and feel like we've accomplished something."

She was silent for a while. "Do you think I'll stop missing my family?"

"No," I honestly replied. I wasn't going to be flowery about it. "You've seen first-hand how shitty this world can be. How cruel it is. I knew good men and women who were like brothers and sisters to me that I saw die in front of me. I'll never stop missing them." This seemed to discourage her. I add, "But after time has passed, you accept their passing and remember the good times and continue on to honor their memory. To make sure that their sacrifices don't go forgotten or are wasted. It'll be tough, kid. I won't lie to you, but over time it does get better."

"It does?" she yawned.

"You may not believe me now. But one day the realization will just hit you and it will feel like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders." With that, she fell asleep and my long march continued. It wouldn't be the first time I had to do something like this kind of traveling. After all, it was just another day for an ODST.

To be continued…?

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Well, that was certainly something, wasn't it? Before someone asks, yes John and Cara will have a father-daughter type of relationship should this continue. I felt like in terms of this pilot idea that this was an appropriate place to stop. There was another scene I was contemplating but it sort of didn't work out. Now, some may ask who I may try for a romantic pairing and I don't know. I've played around with the Celestine idea as well as one of the other Princess Knights, but I didn't think too deeply on it. I guess I don't want to commit to anything that won't come to pass. Lots of interesting opportunities that can happen with this idea too. The end-game will be John kicking Vult's ass and probably double tapping him with a one-liner filled with 80's cheese. As for how to get there? I don't know. Maybe I'll pick this one up in a proper story and flesh it out and do the idea justice. Or maybe someone else will run with the idea. Who knows?

This is the part of the AN where I discuss personal stuff. So, I've recently gotten my hands on newer Komi volumes so I'm happy about that. Been trying to work my way through some older video games. Recently just finished Binary Domain and Metal Gear Rising: Revengance. Bought Persona 5: Strikers and I've been enjoying that game; now hopefully I can complete it. Purchased a 3D printer so that will be interesting. Yaboi finally got 9mm freedom seeds to stock up so you bet I'm extremely pleased in that department too. I recently recovered 2 old hard drives, didn't find much on them that wasn't already backed up in other places first. And finally, I've found myself drinking a lot of G-Fuel in an attempt to get off of caffeine, being a bit on edge all the time while I'm getting used to that isn't fun but it's a process.

But that's all I have for this time around. Let me know what you think in all of the usual places. See you in whatever I decide to do next.