When a Gate appears in the middle of New Arcadia in the late times of our year 2558, when hundreds of people die from the soldiers and creatures that emerge from the Gate...

When a set of Coordinates Imbedded on the gate sends the entire Infinity Battlegorup toward a planet on the far east of the Galaxy, where neither them or the Sangheilli or Covies have been.

When a Call To Arms against a people far less advanced than you, stands before you, when they murder your civilians, pillage your towns and many others, what will you do?

2nd Lieutenant Itami... The Question stands. What will you do now?

This is our Gate, and thus, we can prove that the UNSCDF Fought Here.

-Unknown Corporal's question toward his Marine NCO upon descending on the planet of New Eden, late 2559 UNSC Standard-calendar-

Orbit over New Eden, planetary designation of class-5 habitable(Unpolluted).

UNSC Infinity Battlegroup.

Ship number-1000 Ships, including Dreadnaught. Over 15000 Single-ships and Transport Ships in said vessels' hangars

Boots clanking against steel grating within the hangar of the UNSC Carrier All Under Heaven, the Steel Hogs, UNSC Marines of the hundred-seventy-fifth Armored Division, loaded crates into five armed Pelicans. The Gunmetal Green transports had three Rocket Pods on each wing and a 35mm Gatling Cannon in the front, loaded with Depleted Uranium Rounds. The pilots, aboard the two lead aircraft, Echo-419, Callsign:Foehammer and Echo-451, Callsign:Pole, Major Carol Rowley and Lieutenant Shiela Polaski checked the vehicles' engine angling, pivoting and movement of said engines. They'd checked ignition and guns earlier. Right now, some old Rock song was playing in the cockpit. Another Brick In The Wall.

Looking back at the Hogs, Rawley grinned and waved their Non-Com forward. A young Japanese male, age 23, with raven hair and brown eyes, walked up to the cockpit. He had 2nd Lieutenant's Bars on his collar and shoulder pads, on his chest was the Hogs' symbol, a Covie Skull with two bullet holes, a shield and two BRX55 Service Rifles crossed behind it. He had his standard-issue MA5C slung behind his back, held by a strap of leather.

"Hey there, Yoji. Feels good to be back in uniform?" Rawley inquired, grin withstanding, her accent holding. Itami smirked, then shot back "Yep. Gonna be fun getting payback for New Arcadia. Damned place saw a Covie strike, Innies and now this..." He looked back "I still remember catching that attack when I was in town for the Manga and Anime festival..."

Rawley laughed, then nodded to him "Otaku to the bone, you freaking Jap. Loading done?" To which he hummed in agreement and answered "Alright, everyone! Drop your cocks and grab your socks! Haul ass aboard! We're the UNSCDF Advance Party right now!" She called out a checklist as everyone got aboard, both UNSCDF Male Soldiers and Females alike, loading their ammo "Guns, Check! Ammo, Check! Bullet in the chamber, Check! Fingers on the trigger, Check!" She started the engines of the aircraft "Safeties on! MASTER ARM, on!" She flicked a switch and, on her helmet's HUD, weapons reticules appeared, both for the unguided Rockets and the 37mm Gatling. "Helmets on your heads, armors on! Check! Flaps and engines pre-checked! We're a-good to go! Flight Control, this is Echo Flight, requesting permission for takeoff from Hangar 13 of the All Under Heaven!" And a light flickered green on her console "Alright! We're punching it! Nose-dive into the Atmosphere! Hang on to your helmets, lads and lassies!"

The back hatch of the aircraft closed and sealed with loud hisses, removing them from exposure to the void outside. Meanwhile, in contrast, the doors of the Hangar split open, retracting into the metal floors and grating, then vanishing completely. Rawley pushed the speed lever forward and the engines jerked the ship off the grating and off the landing pad, gears retracting. "WE'RE A-GO FOR LAUNCH! ECHO, GO, GO, GO!" And, before the Marines knew it, the vehicle flew out of the hangar like the bullet out of a rifle and Rawley veered toward the Planet ahead of them. Around the VTOL Craft, the largest UNSC Battlegroup ever conceived stood. From their smallest, Longsword-class bombers, to their biggest, the Infinity, surrounded them. Lo' and Behold, outside the large ship sphere, a sea of stars expanded farther out to a point unknown to none.

A small squadron of five Broadsword-class Fighters joined the in-diving Pelicans and the wing leader called Rawley. She flicked the com on and answered "Foehammer here, go ahead." And a male voice answered "This is THUNDER-1-1, we'll be your escort for the day, Major." followed by Carol's answer, which she heartily gave with a laugh "Welcome to the show, THUNDER! Keep your pants on! Business is good today!"

"What's your Cargo, Foehammer?" Inquired Thunder 1, calmly.

"We're carrying five Squads from the Steel Hogs down to the planet. Part of the Forward Advance Force. We'll meet with the rest on the ground" Answered the Major, keeping her eyes on the planet. "We'll be landing on a hilltop and setting up defenses there, HighCom orders from FA Lasky Himself." She continued, then said "Be Advised, all wings and all Hogs, things might get hot in here. We're entering the Atmosphere."

"Copy."

"Roger!"

"Aye!"

"Hot on the Drop, Major? Try being shot at with Plasma."

Rawley chuckled at the last response, Polaski's. She'd known that kid for less than 6 years and yet she'd never been promoted, mostly by her request to stay as Foehammer's NCO. Wisps of Amber formed across her windscreen, then turned into a bright-orange fireball as the lot went deeper into the Atmosphere. On her right, left and up, black with white speckles turned cobalt and white, then a beautiful bright blue. "All wings, angle your engines and prepare for slingshot descent." Rawley called, looking at the ground and clouds hurtling toward them. 'Slingshot descents' referred to the Pilot aiming the powerful forward-move engines downward and powering to maximum Thrust, allowing the ship to fly forward, cancelling its horizontal velocity and allowing it to arch back, nose up and move along. A movie-like maneuver, very strenuous on the pilot and craft, but today, with the new Dampeners installed on the aircraft, it's possibly the best way to catch forward velocity and land safely.

The first 25 Pelicans had landed in an orderly fashion on the hill and all Marines piled out, setting up defenses, the likes of Trenches, and unloading supplies from the transports, ranging from crates of ammo for every weapon deployed, to Warthogs carrying Multi-Launch Rocket Systems and Gatling Cannons and the infamous Scorpion Tanks of the UNSC, all of which had been set up in their own little potholes and trenches, effectively becoming Fortified Bunkers and Gun Emplacements. 3 Pelicans with UNSC Spartan-IVs had landed from the UNSC Infinity, lead by Commander Sarah Palmer on the ground.

Fireteams Crimson, Majestic and Gladius(A Gamma-Company Spartan-III Squad) had deployed alongside her and were currently set up in the trenches, 7.62mm NATO Rounds loaded into their SAWs, drum-magazine, long-barreled Automatic Machineguns with a 50-round clip. Gabriel Thorne sat in one of the lower positions of the trenches, sniper aimed through a tiny slit toward the surrounding area from the Hill, which had been dubbed Hill 1715. The rumble of the other 5 4-engined UNSC Aircraft sounded off and Palmer looked up, to see the vehicles landing and unloading the last marine squads. The Hogs. She stopped Itami in his tracks and said "Welcome to the show, Lieutenant Itami. Hope you're ready to kill some freaks."

"Ma'am." Itami saluted, then jumped into the trench and joined his friends. Itami looked ahead, to see something awfully odd marching toward them. Among the clanking of heavy steel armor, there were creatures carrying maces and swords with them, such other trivialities as bows and arrows and... It looked Medieval as hell. Just like the bastards who assaulted Arcadia. He looked to the Gypsy company soldiers and Spartans sitting beside him, then sighed and aimed down his rifle's Ironsights.

"STEADY!" Called Palmer, cocking her pistols "KEEP YOUR EYES DOWN YOUR SIGHTS AND FINGERS OFF YOUR BLOODY TRIGGERS UNTIL THEY GET CLOSE ENOUGH, THEN SLAUGHTER THE BASTARDS!" She barked, then looked up, to see nearly a hundred dragons moving toward them, their purple scales glistening in the sunlight as their white countershaded belly stood out. She grinned, aimed her pistol, then barked as they got in range "ALL GUNS! FIRE FREE!"

Assault Rifles and SAWs barked, spitting hot lead toward the targets. Thorne's sniper howled and one of the Dragons fell out of the air, its head sheared clean off by the force of the bullet hitting it, and landed ahead of the soldiers' lines. Undeterred, they kept advancing. Palmer's magnums roared and she shot two more enemies out of the sky, then looked to Foehammer and the other armed Pelicans and waved them to go up and aid. Foehammer grinned, gave her a thumbs up, then barked something she couldn't hear due to the com being off. The Pelicans burst off the ground and their miniguns spun. The first Round was spit out of Foehammer's gun and struck one of the dragons, completely vaporizing it. A mist of blood floated out, scattering in the sky as both it and its rider vanished.

With the enemy air support dealt with before they could do any damage by breathing fire on them or some shit, one of the Pelicans dived and opened fire with its Gatling gun, gutting through the forward line of the enemy force. Marine Assault Rifle fire tore through what remained and the SAWs finished the job. Well over a thousand soldiers that remained received the brunt of the MLRS's from the Warthogs. Explosions tore up the ground and, finally, as the cannonade of fire died down, Palmer looked over the field, squinting to zoom in with her helmet, then sighed, slid her pistols on her thigh holsters and took her helmet off, shaking her head to straighten her bang.

"Fireteam Crimson, with me! The others, stand ground as we check the fuckers we killed out, make sure they're dead." She barked, then grabbed a DMR from one of the Marines and ran off ahead with Crimson. The squadron of five women now moved through the bodies of the soldiers, all of whom were clad in Roman legionnaire-like armors, with shields very alike and weapons not matching, while the creatures beside them looked like something straight out of fantasy. She knelt beside one, turned it over and said "Jeez... Purest definition of 'A Face only a Mother Could Love'."

Itami ran up to the Lieutenant and looked around, then said "Wow... Whole host of Fantasy creatures." with glee, kneeling beside one. Palmer looked to him and asked "Didn't I tell you to sit in the fuckin' trench, Lieutenant?" To which he nodded "Aye, but I wanted to help too." And she sighed, rubbing her forehead "Okay then... Get the Marines and police these bodies... Bury them. We'll look for survivors." She placed her helmet on her head as Itami walked off, then called via Radio "Foehammer, give us a link with the UNSC Infinity. Tell them we've encountered the fuckers we're looking for and are awaiting permission to pursue and find targets of opportunity in the surrounding area, over."

"Aye. Patching High Command through now, ma'am. Standby." Answered Foehammer calmly. Palmer nodded to Crimson, then once again looked over the field of knights and creatures and dragons full of bullet holes and stated "This world is some FUBAR Place..." With a calm voice. The Crimsons chuckled, then their commander, Lieutenant Mirele Jones, walked beside Palmer and continued "Well... Wouldn't be a Gypsy mission were it so easy, right Commander?"

Palmer grinned behind her mask, then nodded and answered "Amen, Miri. Amen." And turned toward their trenches "Let's Haul Ass back to the Hill."

AN:As an explanation to how Carol Rawley and Polaski are alive, this is an Alternate Universe Scenario, where many(If not all as I original had planned) Of the Spartans and young soldiers of the UNSC Survived the war. To clarify, Alpha, Beta and Gamma companies are alive and kicking arse, alongside the original S-IIs and, yes, Johnson is part of the Invasion Force against the Empire here in GATE:Thus The UNSCDF Fought Here. Enjoy!