*Note: The following fanfic is entirely fan-based, and is a crossover between Halo, Metroid, Command and Conquer: Tiberium Wars, and Starcraft: Broodwar. Some Halo 3 spoilers can be referred to some sections so read at your own l337 risk or u may be pwned! (ok, too much information)*
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Prologue
Master Chief, designation no. SPARTAN-117 lies still at his cryotube on a wrecked UNSC ship, Undying Courage. The ship dealt a very heavy blow from the recent Covenant assault. The entire crew was completely wiped out like hurricane struck on a cornfield, rendering anything at it's path. They were never given a chance to awaken their what would their last hope and their desperation blow against the massive forces of the Covenant.
The assault rendered the whole ship into a massive steel chunk of titanium steel and debris floating into limitless space. Fortunately, the Cryotube's terminal survived the attack and continues to function to support Master Chief's life while he slumbers. He's been sleeping for more than 15 years.
From a distance of 100 miles, a surveillance drone from the UNSC ship, Tower of Requiem cautiously lurks within an asteroid-infested area to scout the surrounding perimeter for nearby Covenant activity. The drone was remote-controlled 50 miles from the Tower of Requiem's bridge. "Cost clear captain, no Covenant activities in the surrounding perimeter." the operator tilted his chair and reported to his captain his current findings. "Good, prime the engines and fire up the thrusters and proceed to the following coordinates." affirmatively ordered by Captain Miranda Keyes, who is now a full-bloomed woman after the years gone by and strengthened by the battles she encountered all her life. The Tower of Requiem fired its right side-thrusters to veer the collossal ship to the left, escorted by 8 Longsword fighter ships. "Until then, continue to scout the surrounding perimeter. Covenants are so unpredictable, they'll strike when you least expected it." the operator stood up from his seat and gave the captain the assertion and respect that she deserves, "Affirmative sir!" the operator saluted with all his heart.
Captain Keyes turned her attention to the navigation panel, "How much longer till we reach Fortress Phalanx-01?" asked Captain Keyes to one of the navigational analysts. "The Fortress Phalanx-01 is approximately 2 lightyears from our stationary point, we'll get there by 9600 hours sharp.... depending on the impediments that may come our way." the analyst managed to let out an utterly unsure statement to her Captain. "Understood, keep track of our destination and make sure that we get there on time--and hopefully without much incident." Captain Miranda Keyes is very skippy especially at these times that you need to be alert and have to keep an eye in your environment 24/7 because if you don't, you'll be floating with space dust before you even know it. "Aye sir..."
"It's been around 15 years, since Master Chief disappeared without a trace. Since then, we are forced to stand up in our own two feet and fight without him. Ever since, the whole UNSC made him a our inspiration to finish the fight he once fought for us. And we vowed by his image, we will..." thought the captain after she caught a glimpse of Master Chief's holographic image on the side panel.
The drone finally reached the end of the asteroid belt. The AI suddenly came across a huge ship wreckage not to far from the Asteroid belt. "Sir!" Captain Keyes was a bit startled by the sudden but-in of the drone operator, "I've found a huge wreckage from the end of the asteroid belt... I'm bringing the visual on to the main screen." the operator quickly type the encrypted codes and transmitted the drone's visual on to the bridge's main screen. "My God... It's a UNSC starship." Captain Miranda Keyes can't believe her eyes what she was seeing right now at that very moment. "Analyzing ship's serial code.... serial code H90-7G9--Holy cow that's the Undying Courage!" the operator was also surprised with his further analysis. Without any hesitation the captain gave an immediate order, "Send out Zone Trooper parties to the Undying Courage's wreck and salvage any supplies we can carry from the wreck." she knew if the Covenant gets their hands on the Undying Courage's supplies, they will use it to further bolster their forces. "Calling Alpha-One and Bravo-Two from the quarters to proceed to the launch bay and prepare to deploy at the given coordinates." the marines hurriedly got out from their quarters and quickly went to the armory. They slipped in their space exo-suits and grabbed their railguns locked and loaded before they went to the launch bay where 2 Pelican units await for their transpotation.
The Pelican transports arrived at the wreckage and dropped the Zone troopers at the wrecked ship's hull. "Ok, listen up boys! Our main objective is to proceed to the supply room and transfer this wreck's supplies to the Tower of Requiem. Any impeding threat are that comes in barging in your way, are objected to terminate immediately. We have 5 hours on the clock! Let's move it!!!" after the small briefing by the Zone troopers, "sir, yes sir!" roared the whole squad in unison. The team work on their hustle to commence their mission.
To be Continued
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Prologue
Master Chief, designation no. SPARTAN-117 lies still at his cryotube on a wrecked UNSC ship, Undying Courage. The ship dealt a very heavy blow from the recent Covenant assault. The entire crew was completely wiped out like hurricane struck on a cornfield, rendering anything at it's path. They were never given a chance to awaken their what would their last hope and their desperation blow against the massive forces of the Covenant.
The assault rendered the whole ship into a massive steel chunk of titanium steel and debris floating into limitless space. Fortunately, the Cryotube's terminal survived the attack and continues to function to support Master Chief's life while he slumbers. He's been sleeping for more than 15 years.
From a distance of 100 miles, a surveillance drone from the UNSC ship, Tower of Requiem cautiously lurks within an asteroid-infested area to scout the surrounding perimeter for nearby Covenant activity. The drone was remote-controlled 50 miles from the Tower of Requiem's bridge. "Cost clear captain, no Covenant activities in the surrounding perimeter." the operator tilted his chair and reported to his captain his current findings. "Good, prime the engines and fire up the thrusters and proceed to the following coordinates." affirmatively ordered by Captain Miranda Keyes, who is now a full-bloomed woman after the years gone by and strengthened by the battles she encountered all her life. The Tower of Requiem fired its right side-thrusters to veer the collossal ship to the left, escorted by 8 Longsword fighter ships. "Until then, continue to scout the surrounding perimeter. Covenants are so unpredictable, they'll strike when you least expected it." the operator stood up from his seat and gave the captain the assertion and respect that she deserves, "Affirmative sir!" the operator saluted with all his heart.
Captain Keyes turned her attention to the navigation panel, "How much longer till we reach Fortress Phalanx-01?" asked Captain Keyes to one of the navigational analysts. "The Fortress Phalanx-01 is approximately 2 lightyears from our stationary point, we'll get there by 9600 hours sharp.... depending on the impediments that may come our way." the analyst managed to let out an utterly unsure statement to her Captain. "Understood, keep track of our destination and make sure that we get there on time--and hopefully without much incident." Captain Miranda Keyes is very skippy especially at these times that you need to be alert and have to keep an eye in your environment 24/7 because if you don't, you'll be floating with space dust before you even know it. "Aye sir..."
"It's been around 15 years, since Master Chief disappeared without a trace. Since then, we are forced to stand up in our own two feet and fight without him. Ever since, the whole UNSC made him a our inspiration to finish the fight he once fought for us. And we vowed by his image, we will..." thought the captain after she caught a glimpse of Master Chief's holographic image on the side panel.
The drone finally reached the end of the asteroid belt. The AI suddenly came across a huge ship wreckage not to far from the Asteroid belt. "Sir!" Captain Keyes was a bit startled by the sudden but-in of the drone operator, "I've found a huge wreckage from the end of the asteroid belt... I'm bringing the visual on to the main screen." the operator quickly type the encrypted codes and transmitted the drone's visual on to the bridge's main screen. "My God... It's a UNSC starship." Captain Miranda Keyes can't believe her eyes what she was seeing right now at that very moment. "Analyzing ship's serial code.... serial code H90-7G9--Holy cow that's the Undying Courage!" the operator was also surprised with his further analysis. Without any hesitation the captain gave an immediate order, "Send out Zone Trooper parties to the Undying Courage's wreck and salvage any supplies we can carry from the wreck." she knew if the Covenant gets their hands on the Undying Courage's supplies, they will use it to further bolster their forces. "Calling Alpha-One and Bravo-Two from the quarters to proceed to the launch bay and prepare to deploy at the given coordinates." the marines hurriedly got out from their quarters and quickly went to the armory. They slipped in their space exo-suits and grabbed their railguns locked and loaded before they went to the launch bay where 2 Pelican units await for their transpotation.
The Pelican transports arrived at the wreckage and dropped the Zone troopers at the wrecked ship's hull. "Ok, listen up boys! Our main objective is to proceed to the supply room and transfer this wreck's supplies to the Tower of Requiem. Any impeding threat are that comes in barging in your way, are objected to terminate immediately. We have 5 hours on the clock! Let's move it!!!" after the small briefing by the Zone troopers, "sir, yes sir!" roared the whole squad in unison. The team work on their hustle to commence their mission.
To be Continued
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