"We'll make it..."


A warm orange gas giant floated within the vast and empty void. It created a light refraction that left this glowing color on everything it touched. It was mighty, elegant, and beautiful. These beaming colors showed the flowing gas streams from the surface. It was graceful and still... yet something was amiss.

The first half of the giant was pure and wondrously hot and red. But the second half... the other side, still crimson, but was that of streaming blood. Dozens of reflections came into view, from multiple shipwrecks afloat within space. Reflecting hues gave a glare off and onto the dozens of vessels destroyed, wreckage displayed with the shrapnel of burnt and melted, this looked like a battle scene or battlefield once full of warfare. The closer the inspection, through the shards of glass glaring off one another, there was the repeating same. Wreck after wreck, vessel after vessel, all destroyed uniquely, but largely, they were the same type of ship. It was almost as if an entire army was obliterated and their remains were left to tell the tale.

Amongst the center of the wreckage, becoming a massive dot upon the glaring reflection of the planet, a massive warship came into view. Like a solar eclipse, it came and blocked the light from behind. One single purple light with fewer lighter indents lay within the center capturing all attention. Yellow lights scattered along the hull told of how many rooms and windows she had. Large caliber cannons were laid on almost every inch of it, this was an almighty display of a military's prowess. It stood alone, a goliath among commoners (their wreckages anyway), magnificent as it could be.

Glaring white came off the rim of the bridge, which was located in a long structure on the top of the ship. Inside it, there were B1 battle droids with blue stripes upon their armor, moving about their various duties. Some with holographic clipboards, some at their stations in chairs pressing buttons, and some just moving about. But in the center, was the pinnacle of the crew.

A figure whose profile was covered with a dark cape. The neck was long like a dragon, head metallic and slender, hunched forward a bit. The eyes were green and reptilian, and the long blades on the side of the head that slightly rotated a bit looked like ears. Cocking its head to the side, an arm came out from underneath the cape, resting on the metal railing in front of it. A Six fingered tan metal hand rested coiling itself around the banister like a snake.

"I want this ship into hyperspace!" it cocked its head to the side veering at one of the pilot B1 battle droids, "this battleship is invincible! I do not want to keep the Jedi waiting."

The voice was harsh and thick, with a slight auto-tune adding to the creature's seemingly robotic nature.

A beeping noise was heard from behind, followed by a blue hologram appearing. Pixilating a bit, it was a man. Greybeard and deep faded eyes, he wore a dark cloak connected by a small chain around his neck. With crossed arms, he glared at the other cloaked robotic figure.

The tone was deep yet light and elegant, like that of a noble, "General Grievous, Lord Sidious has given me information regarding the facility. Three Republic warships have come to defend the station."

"Hah!" Grievous laughed again, "let them come, this will be a display of this ship's full power."

"Skywalker is leading them," he sighed with a frown, "do not underestimate him."

"if anything they will be the ones to underestimate this ship!" Coughing once, it turned to the pilot droid on the right, "Take us into hyperspace!"

"Sir," said the pilot droid, pressing a few buttons on the command kiosk, "a distress call is coming in hailing on the open channel."

Their voice-box was high pitched and fairly obnoxious as they are infamously known for.

Now with this added, the cloaked man seemed agitated, "play the message."

At the controls, it took a few more seconds before the droid continued, "It seems to be patchy and to be pretty far away, it might not come through all the way."

Letting out a cry of frustration, the general went for a backhanded swing at the droid.

Stopping him was the cloaked figure, "Enough Grievous!"

Taking a step back, and letting out a slight groan, the metal abomination stood with hands behind its back, and behind its cloak. Now one could see the metal plates upon its chest, the same color as the head, and fleshy organs and a limp sac on the side. With straight robotic legs that were spider-like, this cyborg was more machine than man.

A few more moments of button pushing went by until the message played. When it did, it ran through the whole bridge, even the droids working at their stations fell silent to listen closely.

"This is UNSC Forward Unto Dawn... *static*... very damaged... *static*... need assistance. Is anyone out there?"

Another moment of silence came. The distressed feminine voice rang about the bridge, as even the robots stood still listening. As it did, the message came through with more to say.

"A.I Service Number Zero Four Five Two Dash Ni- *static*... there are survivors... *static*..."

After another moment, the static fell, and the message ceased. Squinted eyes, the cloaked man behind the hologram crossed his arms, shrugging a bit.

Seeing no response the general clenched his fist, "Count Dooku, we should destroy them, there must be no witnesses!"

"Hm," Dooku held up his hand with an assertive tone, "I sense that there is something more to this... I will bring this information to my master," turning to Grievous, he spoke, I leave the ship in your hands general."

"yes, my lord."

With the blue reflective light of the hologram going dim before turning off, General Grievous pointed out to space, "Prepare to fire the ion cannon!"

"Picking up a faint energy signal off of our far scanner, could be a droid," said one of the blue pilot droids sitting in the chair in front of him.

"Lock onto the signal! Fire on my command!"

These droids started to press buttons upon their command schemes. As beeps and sounds came around, a red meter popped onto the screen and showed the whole holographic vessel display.

The side of the ship, where the purple light circular disc started to glow out of the starboard. Frizzling electricity only built upon one another until it foliated over the rim like a bubbling volcano. It got as bright as a star for just a moment... then a loud blast shook the whole battleship.

Sparks of lightning spewed out of this cannon as a ring of energy flew forward in a circular form. Like a sonic boom, it raced forward like a cleansing wave, going passed the debris and destroyed vessels at unheard-of speeds.

It went for almost miles, never losing energy or power. Roaring through space like a tsunami nothing seemed to hinder it.

Upon the bridge, about a minute passed, then Grievous chuckled once, "Status report?"

Turning in its chair one of the droids spoke, "The energy signal was disrupted."

"Excellent," he laughed again about to continue his thought when expectedly Dooku appeared. Beeping twice from the holographic projector before appearing in the blue hologram, he immediately looked stern.

"General Grievous, you are to take the passengers alive," said Dooku.

A little confused, he cocked his head to the side a bit almost like a dog, "but I thought there were to be no witnesses."

Before Grievous could even react, someone else was projected on the hologram. Instantly Grievous bowed to one knee glaring down at the floor.

This figure, hooded and eyes covered by it, had hands folded politely in front. He looked ominous, demonic, intriguing, and powerful all at the same time (considering he caused the cocky Grievous to immediately bow just upon his sight).

"I sense that there is more to this than meets the eye," said the hooded man, he was monotoned yet to an ever-so-slight rasp, "I want them alive general, bring it back to us."

"yes, Lord Sidious."


"Wake up! Chief wake up!"

Lights come on revealing a cluttered room from the small hanging lamp from above. Shrapnel gently floated wires with piping adrift as well. This smallish room had large tubes with yellow-black lining along the wall. All of them dim, except one. Dim blue lighting showed that only one cylinder was 'on'. Covered in a thin layer of frost, it had a yellow light on the outside pointing up from the floor. Soon enough two white lights moved in synchrony a bit around from inside the container.

A pedestal from the center glowed a faint blue before a holographic projection shot up from it. It was a woman, standing and staring at the metal tube with lights. She had a bob cut and stood almost in a sassy pose.

Snapping her fingers, she spoke, "You sleep well, John?"

The front end of this massive cylinder had gas and much mist spewing out the sides. The heat from it though would quickly disparate due to the sheer cold coming from the outside.

The pressure ceased, then the lid flew up, revealing its insides. A green metal man with a yellow visor laid at a slight incline. Sitting up, one could see the slight damage to the armor across the chest. It did not seem to be harmful, but it was noticeable in the light.

"how long was I out?" he said looking at the woman on the metal pedestal only a few feet in front.

"Four years, six months, and five days," she opened her mouth almost to continue her line of thought, but was immediately stopped by something, "Wait... we have a situation."

A faint rumble was felt before anything could continue. Quickly the green metal soldier stuck his hand above the column, seemingly retrieving the woman from it (seeing pixels float up from the column top).

As the rumbling grew more and more as an earthquake unfolded, the ginormous surge of purple energy roared through the room. The light from above seemingly popped with glass shattered, along with both the cylinder lights. Sizzling lighting embraced everything and everywhere sending shocks that rippled over each other.

The armored man started to shake and shiver violently being electrified. He rocked like a madman greatly, and the only thing he could do was take the punishment.

Only a few more seconds passed before it stopped and the energy left, causing the soldier to fall back adrift by the vacuum. Unconscious, the flashing lights on the front of his visor went out, and the room fell into darkness once more.


"Coming into view now general," said one of the pilot B1 droids.

Grievous ambled to the front of the bridge and gazed out the observation window. He could see it, a ship or what looks like it a resemblance of one. Cut in half, with bold white letters of a language he did not recognize. Shrapnel and debris scattered around a bit followed by its corpse having burns and scorches like it had seen some battle.

He took a step forward, pointing, "Deploy the tractor beam!"

A loud hum came from beneath, causing the wreck to float towards the vessel. Its true size was now compared, it was insignificant and dwarfed compared to this battleship. Even though it was destroyed to the point of beyond recognition, something told this Kaleesh warlord that there is something more. It was of somberance, something he was not thought of before. This was not Republic, so there were no negative emotions derived from it... he was neutral. A thought like this has never crossed Grievous mind before, it was slightly startling.

This slight contemplation was cut short by a huge but short rock in the ship, to which instantly after the droid at the front controls spoke, "Ship secured sir."

"Excellent."


Prologue

Halo 2


Opening prologue to my story. This will be less of an orthodox Halo and Star Wars crossover, because every single one that I've seen over the past 2 to 3 years has been very much copycatting of each other. Do you know what I mean, by Republic finding Master Chief or something, or Jorge through the black hole in Halo: Reach, or like 100 years in the Halo Future or something like that? Ngl, and not to be rude, but most are SO sterile and are boring and don't have any well... *umph* to them lol.

(ALSO BTW THE NAMES OF THE CHAPTERS ARE SONGS).

I am gonna try with my own here. I am not here to create a super nerdy, completely lore 100% accurate storyline.

(Wait, let me rephrase, more like I'm not going to research how much energy the lightsaber puts out versus the halo energy sword and which one is more powerful, etc.…)

I am doing this to service the fans. I am doing this in a way of if these characters meant in their universe, how would they react? Type of a deal. FanFiction is starting the boom, but its quality is going down tremendously. I want to be a sight for sore eyes when people read my story. But you know that also put a lot of weight on my shoulders lol.

AnyWho, like comment subscribe to all that fun stuff… And I'll see you at the next one,

DEUS VULT!

~ 1DL1NG KN1GHT

(also updates will be about every 2 weeks to a month, give or take a few).


Okay, I know, what the hell happened right? The story was up then deleted then back again like 3 months later? PLEASE let me explain.

My brother for a twisted prank thought it would be funny to delete this story because it was my birthday at the time (it's like a family inside joke that he doesn't do something weird or cursed on my birthday) I was so embarrassed that I didn't even want to recover it... just let sleeping dogs lie I guess. Anyway, I am back and PLEASE don't be mad at me I'm so sorry,

I will get out the rest of the chapters as fast as possible if I can find them, I don't use FFN as my main template of writing so it might take a second. Again, I'm sorry {4/12/23} original was on {1/7/23}