Hello everyone, my name is Halgen. Anyway, I'm a new writer and if you guys want to know what I'm all about just check my profile. I saw that there was only one Halo and Wolfenstein crossover so I thought to try my hand at it since I know both series and have interest in doing such a story. Don't know how the schedule is going to work because of life and so on. As I'm writing this story, I'll be playing Wolfenstein New Order, New Colossus and new blood to help improve the story... on über.
Though that may change depending on how hard it actually is. This story will be a canon-divergence because I'm not going to simply play out the games in the story word for word. I will do that for some parts when there isn't a reason for that change. That's just not a story. Disclaimer: Halo and the Wolfenstein series DO NOT belong to me. They're owned by their respective owners and the only thing to my name is possible OC's.
So read, enjoy, and tell me what you think.
Echo-216 spent three days looking for the spartan and his Spartan companion with no success. Banished still have a large presence on this damned ring... this ring where the UNSC lost all hope and were hunted down like animals. Weak... broken... and defeated. Then he found the chief and brought him to the weapon. Despite Fernando Esparza saving the chief, in reality Chief saved him. Gave him hope when he was at his lowest, when everyone was at their lowest.
From him being alone in his pelican, trembling at the name of the banished and shame of his own cowardice, to the hunted down marine hidden in one of the numerous caves trying to avoid dismemberment from a feral brute, or worse... capture. From the remnants of the UNSC became a fierce resistance invigorated by hope that was sparked in their hearts. Sparked by the Chief... Esparza won't give up nor other UNSC forces, a swipe of his hand across the glass of the pelican console showed a variety of signals around the immediate area. The saved channels simply labeled as Chief remained empty. No... Chief won't die that easily, he's a legend for a reason, he has the weapon watching his back. They'll take care of each other.
His lips set into a grim, but firm line as he maneuvered the controls to bring into the next area of his search. He peered down again and... still nothing. Drumming his fingers, he added a little more thrust past the sand-filled land scape filled with nothing but-
He homed in the spartans signal quickly, relief flooding him to the very core. He knew it, just knew it. Pressed the icon to open communications.
"-ring is different from the others. Contains artifacts of Da'at Yichud as well." The voice of gravel started off.
"The banished and the harbinger were looking for something that was never found. Why would the Forerunners hide something and throw away the key. Doesn't that scare you?" A feminine, gentle voiced after.
"No. You?"
"Of course not."
"Is anyone going to ask me what I think?" expressed the hispanic pilot as he rose the pelican into the view of each party. The smile turned into a frown as he took in the Chief's form. The Spartan stood tall as he always did, but the armor told a different story. The solid green have faded somewhat with more dents, scratches, and burns across it's titanium skin. Some parts seemed to no longer had its painted green sheen while others spots had more recently painted shades of green. The Spartan had these attachments across it's body that conflicted with its general look with steel grays, stripes of orange, and unusual nature.
Then the visor, one that was a brilliant gold, that blurred across the battlefield was cracked with signs of repair. Giving not the usual steady glare of reflective light, but a fragmented view of the landscape.
"I guess not. Get inside, big guy"