Halo Wars FanFiction

Spirit of Fire

Prologue

Something was not right, Serina thought as she surveyed the ship’s decks. It’s been two years and six months since they have escaped the Forerunner’s Shield world. Ever since then the crew of the ship has been in deep cryo sleep. The Spirit of Fire’s FTL reactor was sacrificed in the shield world in order to detonate the planet and deny the price for the covenant; the price that would have wiped out humanity in a blink of an eye. Therefore now they can’t travel through the slipspace and enter the UNSC space territory, which means they have to take the long route home. As Serina went through the Crew’s vitals as routine, she remembered all the brave souls who gave their lives in order to the save the humanity especially Sgt. Forge. As she thought about him she saw his empty cryo bed through the ship’s surveillance cam at the cryo room. The only thing that bothered Serina was that these brave deeds of her crew might never be known to the humanity. “Sad” she muttered.

Serina, the ship’s AI, has been the sole caretaker of the ship ever since its handful of crew retired to the cryo sleep. Everything was quite until she saw some disturbance on the lower decks. She heard banging noises as if something was hitting against the metal walls and occasionally some screams. “That can’t right,” Serina thought to herself. All the crews were accounted for in the cryo, no one was wake and walking around. She used all her tricks to pinpoint the source of trouble, but for some reasons the lower decks, especially the engineer rooms, are not well covered by the cam surveillance. She was so tempted to wake up the Red team, the three Spartan IIs; Alice 130, Jerome 092 and Douglas 042, from their sleep and ask them to investigate the source of trouble. However that would be unwise to do without the Captain Cutter’s orders. “I guess it’s time to wake up Captain,” Serina thought and activated the wake up cycle of Captain James Gregory Cutter’s Cryo bed. Because she has a very bad feeling about this and her gut feelings were always right.

Captain Cutter was dreaming, a terrible dream. He was in a forsaken land and was surrounded by deformed figures. He saw one of those deformed figures charging at him. He raised his pistol to take out the charging figure but he was holding a live, beating, bloody heart instead of his magnum. He threw the heart down in fear and looked up. The deformed figure was standing above him with a crooked smile on its face. It was the flood, Cutter thought to himself. But before he could react, an energy sword ripped the deformed flood into two. And Cutter’s savior was Forge standing tall and proud with his Covenant energy sword on his hands. Before Cutter could thank Forge, a massive tentacle grabbed Forge’s leg and started to drag him off. Cutter ran after him but then before he could reach out to Forge, the land beneath him gave away and Cutter was falling into oblivion. Cutter screamed but no sound came out of his mouth. In distance he heard a faint female voice reaching out to him saying “Captain. Wake up. Something has happened.” And Cutter thought to himself, ‘This isn’t over.’

Chapter One

March 11th, 2531: Observatory Deck of Spirit of Fire

Ellen Anders was not able to process what just happened, she felt like crying but such emotions were trivial to her. Sure they won a battle against the Covenant and denied their price; shattered a Forerunner’s shield world and its priceless weapons along with it. However she felt like she has lost something. “Forge,” she muttered within herself. Before she could give in to her emotion the Observatory deck’s door slowly hissed open. She spun around as if expecting SGT. Forge to walk in but it was Captain Cutter. “What’s wrong with me,” Anders wondered and slowly rose as the Captain approached her.

“Ellen, you ought to be in the Cryo. This is going to be a long trip,” Captain Cutter said noticing her troubled eyes.

“I have few more work Captain,” Anders said as she spun around towards her computer knowing that the good Captain has caught her off guard.

“No,” Captain Cutter said sternly. “Come let me walk you to the Cryo room.” The Captain forcibly moved Anders from her deck to the Cryo room.

“Captain, I much rather stay awake to monitor this area,” Anders protested, but Captain Cutter interrupted her, “Professor, there has been no sign of the covenant for almost two weeks. There is nothing to do.”

“But Captain,” Anders once again fought a futile battle with her Captain. “But nothing Professor, you got us all out of there alive,” Captain Cutter said, forcibly pushing her into her cryo chamber and punched in the final commands onto the console. “Get some rest.”

“Not all of us Captain. Not all of us,” Ellen Anders muttered as the Cryo chamber closed. Before Anders could say another word the sleeping gas kicked in and the Chamber froze her and her thoughts.

September 11th, 2533: Cryo Room 3

The cryo door slowly opened as heat washed over the Captain. He felt like a thousand needles pricking all over his body and suddenly he felt breathless. He has done this so many time yet it felt like his first time. “I hate the cryo sleep,” Cutter muttered as he slowly stepped out. He felt weak, head to toe due to the atrophy of his muscles and wondered how long he was asleep. Before he could call out his AI, Serina’s hologram appeared over a console in the room. “Hello captain,” Serina said.

“Status Serina,” Captain Cutter said still trying to find his footing over the floor.

“Its been two years, six months, six hours, five minutes and forty nine seconds Captain since you went to sleep,” Serina said.

“That long?” Captain Cutter muttered in disbelief. “Have anyone responded to our beacon?” Cutter asked. “No sir,” Serina said with a monotone. “Are we any closer to our destination?” Cutter asked already knowing the answer to it. True to it, Serina shook her head with a disappointed look.

“So, what happened?” Cutter asked wondering what made his AI to wake him up in the middle of their trip. “We got trouble,” Serina said. And that was enough for Cutter to jump to his feet. “Meet me at the bridge in five,” Cutter ordered and walked to the shower room nearby.

Exactly in five minutes and fifty five seconds the Captain entered the Bridge with his uniform on. At first he felt very weak, but slowly he regained his strength as he entered his bridge. Serina watched her Captain enter and she opened up the blast shields over the bridge’s windows letting the nearby sun’s ray enter the dark room. All monitors and screens flickered to life one by one. Cutter rushed to one of the bridge’s windows excepting the worst ‘The Covenant’. So he started scanning the space outside, when he found nothing he moved to the radar screen. Everything was empty. “Serina?” Captain cutter asked wondering.

As if Serina read the Captain’s mind she said, “The trouble is not from the outside but from inside.”

“Explain,” Cutter said confused.

“Two hours back I heard a strange noise from one of our lower decks,” Serina said and played the recorded noise. To Cutter it sounded like a screeching noise, metal over metal. And occasionally he heard, what he thought was a scream. But the sound was so inhuman.

“What is it?” Cutter asked looking at Serina’s Hologram. Even she looked confused and shrugged her shoulder. “Get me a visual,” Cutter said.

“But sir, we don’t have a proper view through the cameras. I even personally went to the nearby hologram deck to have a visual inspection, but I couldn’t able to find the source. So I thought we should send one of our soldiers down there,” Serina said.

“Agreed,” Cutter said. “Get me my Red team here ASAP.”

“Anyone else?” Serina asked. But Captain Cutter shook his head. He didn’t see a reason to wake the rest of his crew. But something about this situation made him uneasy. His dark dream came to his mind. Cutter just shook his head as if shaking his head would literally throw his thoughts out of his head and listened to the weird noises one more time. “Something is not right,” Cutter muttered.

Chapter Two

The APEX (Forerunner Shield World), 2531

An Ultra came charging at Alice with an energy sword at his hand, Alice thought for a split second and side stepped to the Elite’s left and elbowed him right at his mandibles. The sudden move caught the Elite off guard. He raged and swung the sword widely at the Spartan. Alice was too quick for him; she ducked, planted a plasma grenade at his foot and back flipped. The explosion from the grenade tossed the elite off the ramp and plummeted to the depths below. The explosion also threw Alice fifty feet back, knocking her shields off.

Jerome pumped his shotgun and blasted nearby Elite, who tried to take advantage over Alice’s brief downfall. The shotgun rounds just merely damaged the elite’s shield, but didn’t stop the Elite from pulling the trigger over his plasma pistol. Jerome acted quickly; he withdrew his knife and pitched it towards the Elite. But the Elite grabbed the knife midair and gave a malice smile at the knife’s owner. However this gave Alice enough time to recover. She gave a hard kick at the elite’s knee, which caused him to buckle down on one knee. Alice stood up and gave an upper cut at the elite’s jaw and Jerome finished him off with another shot from his shotgun.

Douglas was spraying some solid rounds at his enemies with his dual SMGs, taking the heat off of Alice and Jerome. When the Spartans came to the last remaining elite, Douglas dropped his SMGs and picked up an energy sword and said, “He is mine.” The other two Spartans stopped as Douglas advanced. When the last Honor Guard saw one of the Spartans came at him with an energy sword, he immediately dropped his needler and withdrew his energy sword. Douglas and the Honor guard exchanged glances for a split second before they sprinted towards each other.

Both the swords clashed midair, causing plasma ripples at the point of collision. Both the Elite and the Spartan caught hold of their opponent’s other free arm. The Elite stood a foot taller than the Spartan. For a second it looked like the height gave the elite the edge it needed. Jerome looked concerned, but Alice had a small smile at the edge of her lip. Before the Elite could overpower his opponent, Douglas suddenly crouched and kicked the elite’s midsection and tumbled him over his head. Before the Elite could recover from the shock, the Spartan slammed the ground with his sword at the elite’s throat.

The three Spartans turned around and walked towards the FLT reactor. Their mission was simple; plant the FLT reactor and detonate it, causing the shield world’s sun to go supernova and destroy the planet. That was the reason the Red team and SGT. John Forge was here. When the Spartans came near the reactor, which they were defending from horde of Elites, saw SGT. Forge and an Arbiter dueling. The Arbiter threw Forge with his one hand as if he was tossing a doll. Douglas instinctively made a move, but Jerome stopped him by holding his shoulder. Douglas gave a quizzical look at his partner. But Jerome just said, “It is his fight.”

Forge might not be a Spartan, but Jerome knew he was every bit like his fellow Spartans, both in honor and bravery. So he didn’t want anyone to steal his glory, especially when it came to finishing off an Arbiter, the Covenant’s greatest warrior.

The Arbiter glanced at his opponent whom he just threw to the ground. He withdrew his Sword and said, “There will be no female to save you this time.”

“Look me in the eye and say that,” Forge challenged the Arbiter and spat on the ground.

“As you wish,” the Arbiter said and grabbed Forge by his neck and lifted him off the ground, crushing him as he did so. Before the Arbiter could raise his sword, Forge stabbed the Elite’s neck, which was the exposed part of his mighty silver armor, with his knife. The Arbiter slammed to the floor, dropping the sergeant reflexively.

“And for the record, I would have kicked your -Yoink- the first time if the lady hasn’t stopped me,” Forge said mockingly at the fallen elite and kicked him. Douglas carried the Arbiter’s limp body and threw it off the ledge. Alice and Jerome helped Forge in shifting the FLT reactor to the nearby gravity lift. Jerome fiddled with the reactor’s core controls, making it ready for detonation, however there was a bad new.

“Sir, it is already overheating. I have to separate the core and the line manually in order it to blow,” Jerome said. He was more than ready to stay back and remote detonate this core. He was happy that as the Red team leader he has brought his team until this moment. Now only one final job is left to secure this victory and he was ready.

But Forge kept his hand over the Spartan’s shoulder and said, “Son, I have a feeling before this is over, we will need every last Spartan in this fight. I can do this, report back to the ship.”

Jerome stood there frozen. He wanted to object but it was an order. “Good luck sir. It’s been an honor,” he said to his Sergeant and tried to suppress this weird feeling of leaving a soldier behind. But it has to be done. Someone had to be left behind. He wished it was him. He stepped out of the lift as the doors closed shut between him and Forge. ‘A true hero,’ Jerome thought and gave a nod of appreciation and respect towards the sergeant and Forge nodded back with a smile on his face.

Jerome ordered his team back to the pelican, now they have a very narrow window to reach the Spirit of Fire, which was orbiting above them, before the sun went supernova. Alice took control of the pelican and lifted it off.

“Punch it,” Jerome ordered. Nothing is simple in a war, just like once John, his fellow brother, told him, “A soldier sleeps only when he is dead.” He and his team are not dead, that means the fight is not over yet.

September 11th, 2533: Cryo Room 4

“A soldier sleeps only when he is dead,” were the last words that were running in his head as Jerome was thawed out. It only took him few seconds to shake off his disorientation. Alice and Douglas were already awake and were sitting at the foot of their cyro beds. Douglas looked like he was about to throw up and Alice looked pale as a ghost. Serina appeared on a holographic deck near the team leader.

“Sorry for the quick thaw,” she said without any emotions. Jerome looked at her and asked, “What is it Serina?”

“We got trouble Spartans. Captain wants you and your team on the bridge on the double,” Serina said.

Immediately the three Spartans stood up and Jerome said, “Suit up Spartans. Time to work!”

Are there going to be anymore?

Nicely done! They should make halo wars a book. And in the perspective of red team.

Interesting read. Ill be curious to see if there’s more to come

Same.