This is a fan fic I’m putting together to create a way to tie the Halo 4 clan I am part of into Halo Cannon.
“…That’s not going to work!” Validus yelled over the com, his voice drowned out by plasma fire and explosions. Three AV-14 hornets screamed overhead in the opposite direction, momentarily slowing Zell’s pace. He was running over a rocky outcrop towards the edge of the cliff, an unconscious marine slung over his shoulder.[/color]
“You got any other ideas then? I’m running out!” Zell barked back as he approached the precipice. He stopped and glanced over the edge. Val was right. There was no way he could make that drop. The jet pack attached to his armor did not have the thrust capacity to slow both him and the marine. He needed a new plan.
Suddenly his motion tracker had a ping. A single red dot was closing from behind, quickly. Zell helped the marine off his shoulder and settled him down leaning against a rock. He spun around quickly, expecting to see the contact and saw nothing. “Damn, Val I think I have a problem here…”
Zell squinted and tried to zero in on what the contact had been. Then he saw it… “Hey Val, buddy, you there?”
Less than a metre before him stood the shimmering outline of a Sangheili- or Elite as the marine would call it. “Ah… Val…?” The Elite stepped forward, his active camo flickering slightly. There was a slight crackle of static as the Elite activated its energy sword. -Yoink-.
Just as the elite was stepping forward with its sword raised, there was a rustle in the shrubs just behind it. Validus charged forward, surprising the seven foot alien and knocking it off balance. It roared in anger as Val moved behind it again and swung its plasma sword wildly. Val saw it coming, stepped within its reach and swung his elbow up sharply to hit the elite in the back of the head. The elite grunted and turned to face its new opponent.
Zell seized the opportunity to push his foot into the rear of what humans would have called the elite’s “knee”. This was enough to stagger the Elite forward just as Val managed to land a round house kick to its face. Zell could feel the elites neck snap from the impact of Val’s Mjolnir armor against its face. Its mandibles went limp, the energy sword fell from its hand and its active camo flickered out. The lifeless monster fell to the ground with a thump.
"Ugly -Yoink-…"Zell said, looking over the Elites corpse.
“Ugly -Yoink- that almost had you eh?” Val joked, as he bent down to retrieve the elite’s energy sword.
“I just thought you could do with the exercise,” Zell returned, nudging the elite with his foot.
February 22nd 2558,
5 Months after the events of Halo 4.
UNSC Command Dock, Earth’s Orbit
“There was nothing I could do about this Cal. You know how it goes with the top Brass. They make a decision and we go with it,” the Lieutenant Colonel Vitamin said, staring out the viewing window at earth. A massive brown wasteland some 256km in range almost covered the North American continent and was clearly visible from orbit. The area the Didact had hit with the Index upon attacking Earth some 5 months prior had been decimated. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then turned to face Major Callisto, his protege and trusted friend over the course of his military career.
“We do what we are told, for the good of humanity, and it seems we are at something of a crossroad,” he said, turning from the sight of the place he once called home and taking a seat at his desk. “We’ll…no point dragging this out Cal. I’ve already sent in the paperwork, she’s all yours now.”
Major Callisto cocked an eyebrow and then swallowed hard as the news sunk in.
“You’re giving me command of the Dropshock?” he asked when he felt he could manage it.
“Yes, Yes I am. You know her crew and you know her. I couldn’t pick a better man for the job. If you have any objections feel free to tell someone else because there is no way I’m leaving my baby in the hands of anyone else,” Vitamin replied, his eyes locked onto Callisto’s.
Callisto glanced past Vitamin to gaze out the viewing window at Earth for a moment before returning his eyes to Vitamin. He felt like asking where Vitamin was going, but knew the man he had called commander and friend could not answer.
Three months ago they were drafting a scouting run over the rebel colony of Nymeria V. Word had come down that the UNSC Infinity was preparing to return to Requiem, the Forerunner planet that had led to the discovery of Sierra 117 and a Forerunner Commander, the Didact.
The battle lasted mere days until Spartan 117 was able to halt the destruction of Earth and again, save human kind from extinction. Many had died in the conflict though, and some of those faces flashed into Callisto’s mind, one after the other. So many lost.
Extinction to Callisto was nothing new. He had faced it many times before. Whether that be from a parasite infestation, an aggressive collection of alien races or ancient artifacts laying dormant across the Galaxy.
“When do you ship out?” Callisto finally asked, noticing Vitamin’s gaze still on him.
“As soon as possible,” Vitamin replied “They have an escort on station. When I’m ready I give them a call and I’m gone. You know how it is with ONI.”
Callisto nodded. He had prior dealings with ONI and knew that the highest security institution in the UNSC did like their shadow tactics, secrets and keeping things on a need to know basis.
Vitamin stood up, and Callisto matched him. Vitamin extended his hand for a hand shake and Callisto obliged.
“Good luck- Commander,” Vitamin said briskly. “There is a mission briefing on your com terminal in my, well your cabin now I guess…” he added, trailing off. The Dropshock had been his home for many years. It was hard to leave, knowing that he might never be back. He’d come to respect every single Spartan under his command, and could not have asked for a better crew. He was leaving them in capable hands though. The Major had been his second in command, and the promotion to commander was well deserved.
Callisto snapped Vitamin a solid salute, which Vitamin returned. He then spun on his heels and walked out of the office, the automated doors closing behind him. In the space of a few minutes Callisto had gone from a Major among the Spartan 4’s on board the UNSC Dropshock to the Commander of the entire ship. It was a lot to take in. Damn, he needed a Baileys.
It would be the last time the two would see each other for a very long time.