Disclaimer: I do not own Halo, or Metroid. I'm just a fanboy with a computer.

Chapter I.

The Attack

"Mission Log number five-eight-eight-two." The ODST said. "I'm currently engaged in combat with the enemy. In case I don't make it, which is unlikely, here's my story: My name is Terrence Robertson," he said while shooting an enemy soldier in the head with his pistol. He pumped his fist as the enemy fell. "I am a veteran Orbital Drop Shock Trooper in the UNSC nav- Ah!" Terrence had to duck behind cover to recover from being shot(and avoid being shot again). When he regained his bearings he pulled out his silenced SMG and went to town on his enemy's face, then the back of the soldier behind him, since he didn't hear the shots fired. The bullets ruptured his ammo tank, causing his armor to explode.

"Damn, fucked him up. Now where was I?" He asked thoughtfully. He then heard his own voice play back in his helmet right up to "UNSC nav- Ah!"

"Thanks, Shania," Terrence said to his on-board AI modeled after his wife.

"Anytime, sweetie," the AI known as Shania said, before reverting back to observance mode.

"I'm an ODST in the UNSC navy," he said, getting back to his monologue. "I've been an ODST for five years now, which makes me a veteran marine. I'm still only in my thirties." He signaled one of his ODST comrades to come over.

"Yes sir?" the ODST said.

"Signal command, Signz," Calling the ODST by his nickname. "Tell them we've eliminated all ground hostiles and need a Pelican evac at New Mombasa sector IB-14. We may also need some medical support."

"You got it, sir." Terrence looked to his right and saw an elite tending to an injured marines wounds.

"This whole war has been going on since two years after the the Human-Covenant war. It's been five years since then. 'Sighs' Two years. We got two years to recover and then someone else shows up to start shooting at us again. It began when our enemy, the so-called 'Galactic Federation' decided to blow up a UNSC ship looking for life-bearing planets. This terrorist organization capitalized on our weakened defenses and completely conquered are colonies on mars and the moon. Soon enough, they invaded earth. Since then, it went from an uphill battle to a straight up 90 degree angle. Most of earth has been taken and enslaved. We are hard pressed to defend our remaining three locations, let alone liberate the other several thousand. I remember Lord Hood back in my debriefing prior to being deployed on earth. 'We can NOT LOSE EARTH! THIS IS OUR HOMELAND! IF WE LOSE HERE, WE LOSE EVERYTHING! Now get out there and show these terrorists who we are. Who are we?' and then we said, 'UNSC!'. 'sigh' Sorry I let you down old man." A Pelican drop ship landed a few meters away. Terrence watched as the Elite quickly, but gently, lifted the injured marine onto the Pelican. As he walked towards the ship, he started talking again: "This 'pact' we made with the Elites. This is something interesting to say the least. Five years ago, The Arbiter took his Elites and went back home. A year later, some Elites started coming back, seeking refuge on earth. Later that year, the Arbiter returned and made some sort of deal with the president. Now there are Elites living on earth and defending it against attackers. I still don't trust 'em that much, but they make damn good allies, and for that, they have my respect," Terrence said, getting on the Pelican.

"Terrence," Shania said.

"Hmm?" Terrence said.

"I've calculated New Mombasa's chance of survival. It looks... bleak to say the least,"

"I knew this. All I know is, they'd better kill me. 'Cause I damn sure ain't gonna be nobody's slave."

Fleet Admiral Castor Dane sat in his command chair, thinking hard about his next move. He was winning this war, he knew he was winning this war, but his resources were starting to be stretched. He was fighting a battle at someone else's home planet, he had access only to his current fleet, and that DAMN Harkov was not going to send reinforcements. What is he going to do?

"Sir, were getting some readings from slipspace! Pardon my slang but, you have to see this!" A GF Fleet Trooper said, in her tight space suit.

Dane walked to the bridge of the GFS Olympus with the Fleet Trooper. Looking out the window, he saw, emerging from slipspace, what appeared to be... half of a starship.

"What in God's name...?"

A/N: So... How'd you like it? With positive reviews I'll continue the story, since I have several chapters written out already. If you flame me, I'll simply stop, drop, and roll. If there are generally negative, logical reviews, ah, what the hell. I'll keep writing anyway. Maybe ya'll will come to like it. PEACE!