Halo Effect (Cross Over) Main Thread

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The Spartan's thin cone of light revealed nothing but steel walls, some low containers, and dust particles as it swept through the interior. In the cockpit he could see only the red lighting strips, the orange glow of the holoscreens and interfaces, and the black backrest of the pilot's chair, facing away from him.

"You. Intruder. You have the physiology of a human, or perhaps a batarian, but you do not share their size." A voice came from the cockpit. It was low pitched and spoke in measured tones, but there was a hard edge to it, as though the speaker was barely repressing a terrible rage. "You are clearly military, but your armour is not Alliance design, nor indeed, the work of any Council or Terminus race. Who are you?"

 

[Korten12]

RAYNOR-032

He heard the voice of the person, but still couldn?t see him. Using his VISR 4.0, he was able to see in the dark and everything outlined in green but nothing in red. Which made him realize where the person was if not on his sides or in front, but behind. Raynor sighed. ?I am a Human, part of the UNSC.?

 

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Even as Raynor came to his realisation, the pilot emerged from the shadows behind him, disengaging his optical camouflage as he did so. As he faded back into the visible spectrum, he was revealed to have almost the same basic shape as a human male, six foot two inches tall, muscular and wiry. He wore light tactical combat gear with plenty of space for storage of ammunition and equipment, with only a few small, light plates of rigid ablative ceramic armour to protect his vital areas as well as to store a set of kinetic barrier generators. He had a dark green tactical desert scarf woundaround the lower half of his face, but the upper half and his hands were bare, and it was here that his alien nature was revealed. His skull flared out in a cobra-like hood and he was covered in mottled blue-green scales. His eyes were large, shining black and devoid of mercy. Before Raynor could turn around to observe any of this however, he raised an M-6 Carnifex heavy pistol in both hands, unfolding it with it's iconic whining hiss. The weapon was pointed squarely at the back of Raynor's head.

"Lies. No human is as large as you. Now tell me, what business do you have on board my ship?" He asked in that same calm, partially controlled voice.

 

[Korten12]

RAYNOR-032

Raynor had to play this good. ?I have no true business. All we wanted to know is to why you were spying on our ship at a distance and when hailed began to run. Nothing more or nothing less, I don?t care if you believe me or not because it?s the truth.?

 

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"I'm a cautious man." The pilot said in a guarded tone. "I don't like to hang around heavily armed vessels that have ostensibly no reason for being close to me. It makes me nervous. And military ships never have no reason to be in a particular place, much less for boarding someone else's ship. Maybe you aren't really military, but pirates that managed to take a lucky prize and are hiding behind an oficial signature. Or maybe you are part of some form of military and have taken it upon yourself to confiscate the goods of an honest trader like myself. Which is it?"

 

[Korten12]

RAYNOR-032

?Close to you? This is fucking space. You appeared in front of us and it isn?t your space, despite being a cautious man you don?t seem to be caught up on the latest news. A simply search on your extranet thing will clear everything and we?re military and what our mission is none of your concern, our concern is simply with you spying on us. You dropped out into normal space in front of us and claim we?re out of place?? Raynor exclaimed to the man.

 

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The alien didn't respond for a moment. He had no intention of making a stupid mistake and letting any hint of his business slip to this strange creature, or his reason for being in that precise location.

"The extranet is hard access out in the backwater colonies, no matter what species owns it. And it takes days to send and recieve data packages anyway." The pilot replied. "News doesn't travel fast. Our extranet, you say? Then you are from outside of well travelled space. That does not fit with what you said to begin with, 'human'.

 

[Korten12]

RAYNOR-032

Once more the hulking Spartan sighed, this was getting nowhere. ?Yes, your extranet, let?s just say where I come from it?s not called that. Now just simply access it since we?re nearby the Citadel and this whole situation will be cleared up.?

 

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The pilot moved around to the side, so that the Spartan could see him. As well as showing the Spartan what he looked like (though with his face obscured by the shemagh, he could still not be individually identified)it also let him see the very large hand cannon in his hands, held in a manner common to professional armed forces. He gestured with the thick, boxlike barrel of the Carnifex towards the holographic interface in front of the pilot's chair.

"Go ahead. Access it." He said briefly. "Obviously I don't have to tell you that you'll only be looking at data. You know well what will happen if you try to send anything."

 

[Korten12]

RAYNOR-032

A Drell? Interesting, none of them aboard the Broken Destiny?

He had been brought up on this dimensions races when he was awoken, the people who explained it to him thought telling him them first would be the best for him since he would be quickly seeing other races. Even with the gun to him, he was staying calm. He was a Spartan, if he needed to he would use force. He was fast, but so was a Spartan. But he didn?t want blood to be shed for no sake. Raynor walked over to the holographic interface and began to interact with it. Truthfully he had no idea what he was doing, this was a completely no OS to him but he adapted quickly and accessed the latest news and then brought up an article about the UNSC Broken Destiny?s arrival.

 

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The Drell watched the ANN report over Raynor's shoulder, his obsidian eyes flicking from the Spartan to the screen and back again intermittently.

"An entirely different human military... from another dimension?" He muttered as the images flashed across the screen, accompanied by the narrative of a well known female human reporter. "It seems... unbelievable. And you're working with the Council? Interesting.Very interesting..."

 

[Korten12]

RAYNOR-032

The Spartan head turned to the Drell. ?Believe me now? Working with the council is our best bet until we can find our way back.?

 

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The Drell nodded.

"Yes, I believe you." He glanced over at one of the displays.
"Are the drives still warmed and ready?"

"Yes, you can increase speed and jump to FTL travel as soon as you wish." The VI replied.The Drell looked back to Raynor and raised the pistol slightly.

"You work with the Council. So do the Spectres. I am sorry traveller, but I have no desire to draw their attention to me. I cannot let you leave this ship alive, you understand."

 

[Korten12]

RAYNOR-032

Within seconds the Spartan ducked and swung his leg around knocking over the Drell and as he fell knocked the gun from his hands and it clashed against the wall. Before the Drell could further respond the Spartan put his knee on the back of the Drell and knelt on him and grabbed his hands. ?I don?t think so.? He finally responded.

?Captain,? he opened the COM channel. ?I have apprehended the Drell prisoner. Bringing the ship back into the Broken Destiny.?

Nassa responded through his helmet so only Raynor heard. ?Roger that, the loading crew will be ready.?

 

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The Drell was horiffied at the speed with which the huge human moved and fired a shot almost in a panic. The slug drilled a hole through the backrest of the chair at the height where Raynor's shoulderblades had been, but he was no longer there. Before the Drell could adjust his aim a sledgehammer blow smashed his legs out from under him. He gasped in pain as he hit the deck hard, the muscles of his calves cramping from the injury, and before he could scrabble for the gun, the crushing weight of the Spartan came down on him, concentrated through his kneepad into the small of his back. He had to force himself not to scream in pain.

"Enough! I submit!" He yelled. As the pressure increased, his vision began to swim and his ears were filled with a throbbing roar, until finally he drifted into complete senselessness.

 

[alandavidson]

SSG Murphy

Murphy watched Sarah draw her energy sword.

"I'll be on point, Murphy, you're squishyest, you're in the back, Mee, back him up, and aim high"

As Sarah stacked up, Murphy got behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. These were the moments where time seemed to slow down. If he were perfectly honest, Murphy kind of liked it. So when he squeezed Sarah's shoulder, he was in a state of total zen.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Sarah smirked under her helm as the Brutes came into view, three of them in all "try not to fill me full a holes, 'kay?" she joked as Luna smashed two into the flooring and held them there.

Mee immediately opened fire on the one Luna didn't pin down as Sarah activated her sword, and charged straight for it, shooting at its knees

the two Luna had pinned down resisted, and pushed back against the force keeping them down

 

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When the Drell began to come around, he was immediately aware that he was laid out on a rigid foam mattress that was unfamiliar to him, and his black eyes snapped open. He took in the sterile white, spartan accommodations of the Broken Destiny's brig and rolled off of the bunk to land lightly on his feet, before striding towards the sliding door of the cell. It didn't open automatically on his approach, not that he expected it to, and when he tugged vainly on it, it didn't budge. Snarling, he slammed his palms against it in frustration.
"Damn that freakish human! May he walk out into the desert!" He spat, before starting to pace, examining the blank cell for some kind of weakness to be exposed. There were few to be found easily.

 

[alandavidson]

SSG Murphy

As soon as the rounded the corner Murphy began shooting at the brute that was moving quickly towards them. He kept his pattern tight on center mass as Sarah swung at the brute's knees. It fell quickly, both Murphy and Mee keeping locked on as they fired.

Murphy had never seen a brute go down that quickly without heavy weapons. He had already respected the Spartans, no matter how much he made fun of them, but the move Sarah pulled was flat-out ballsy.

Changing his magazine, Murphy walked to the remaining two Brutes and pulled his combat knife.

"Let's go, Baby Kong." he muttered to himself, approaching one, a little apprehensive of the struggling beast. In moments, he had slit its throat, his blade quickly cutting through the flesh, severing the spine. He gestured for Sarah to do the same on the second trapped brute.

"Never use ammo if you don't have to."

Cleaning off his blade and hand Murphy looked around.

"On the good side, I think we're almost done. Anybody want to watch baseball after we're through?"

 

[Lunar Templar]

Sarah walked over and shoved her sword into the brutes face clear up to her knuckles "do they have baseball in this universe?" she asked as she deactivated the blade and put it back in its place, Mee handing her, her rifle back

"do all Spartans use such direct tactics?" Luna asked offhandedly as she rejoined the group