Fidel Et Spe, that was what we were taught. Per Aspera, Ad Astra, that was what we belived in. And yet, as we engrave such thoughts and memories into our hearts and mind, there will always be those who wish for us to fail. However, no matter what, we will push forward, for we bear humanity's fate in our hands. Therefore, we will advance without falter.

"In the end, it isn't hope that called out to me. Not the desire for someone to save them, to give them mercy. I failed at that once, and would never be able to answer that call. It was vengeance. The simple human need to make sure that whoever hurt you, whoever hurt those you love, will never be able to do so again. To ensure that even should you die, that your enemies would too."

Like the title says, this fic is about random scenes involving Master Chief and Shipgirls that pop up in my mind which forced me to write it down. *Crossposted over in SpaceBattles and Wattpad* *I do not own anything except for my idea*

A portal opens, connecting two realities in which humanity is in a desperate struggle for survival. Co-authored/edited by Cpl.Leon and SCM7.

The old sailor's adage puts it this way: treat your ship well, and she'll take care of you. Of course, everyone knows they're just referring to basic reactor maintenance, equipment checks, and keeping the fuel injectors clear. Everyone knows that thinking the ship is actually alive is crazy. Right? Well, a certain Charon-class frigate and friends have something to say about that.

What would you do in order to give the gift of hope?

What if the missing UNSC Spirit of Fire somehow had her soul taken to the KanColle world to become a Daughter of Fleet. How will this future Kanmusu bring to the Seas. (Post Halo Wars 1)

An ONI prowler is summoned in Kancolle

The Abyssals. Well, they came from the ultimate abyss, the void of space. What else would we have called them? They were the Covenant all over again, unstoppable, burning planets in their path. All fell before them. There was no hope. Until one day, they came. "UNSC FFG-201 Forward Unto Dawn, reporting for action." Lets hope we can train them all.

A Remembrance-class kicks the dust off her boots and rejoins the fight. Most likely will not be continued.

It has been five long years since the Abyssals appeared, and the war is far from over. Even with the spirits of past ships summoned to help, humanity faces a long and hard fight to rid their oceans of the Abyssal threat. But one mysterious girl might help turn the tide. Just, what on earth does "UNSC" mean?