This is my first fanfic so no flares. Plz?

I do not own star wars or halo or anything else. The armor is based off of HALO: REACH.

UNSC Frigate: Destiny

UNSC Military calendar and time: 12/2/2561 2000

Location: In orbit above Reach.

Warrant Officer Adams Cursk.

Aboard the Destiny, sitting on his bed, Adams looked at his new rank with pride and joy. He was only in his mid-twenties, twenty four to be exact, and already a Warrant Officer. He had one of those classic faces; he looked almost identical to the main character in the movie 'Captain America, the first Avenger'. He had crisp blond hair, and his muscle build was the classic shape of a professional boxer. Though he was only 6ft 3, he could hold his own in a fight against a brute for longer than most people. He had recently been awarded for completing a high risk mission into enemy territory. After the Human-Covenant War, the San-Shyum, Prophets, had recollected the Covenant to its dark zenith. Comprised of mostly Brutes and drones who were still loyal to the original Covenant, their goal was to finish what the Prophet of Truth had started.

The Sangeheli, Unggoy, Mgalekgolo and human races didn't take too kindly to this and waged an all-out war against them. After all, post-war reconstruction and terra-forming worlds had been painstaking, and so far had managed to recolonize only a handful of worlds, and the humans were not willing to stand down.

Reach was among those few worlds. And it was returned to its former glory as the second most heavily defended UNSC controlled world ever, second only to Earth.

Adams was a Martian. He had been born in 2535 and had quickly taken up a reputation as a damn good hunter. His father personally trained him in hopes that he would go into the military.

Adams went to college for four years and had enrolled in NROTC, boosting him in rank. He finally joined the UNSC in2553 as a Master Sergeant ODST, and had just received his promotion for his dangerous assignment. He usually never wears his helmet, or he simply forgets o put it on when he needs to.

"How do you feel my friend?"

Adams turned to see his one of his best friends.

"Good and you, Tsu- He'malee?" he asked.

The Officer smiled, or at least the best smile that Adams had ever seen from an elite officer before.

Tsu –He'malee was Adams friend after the war, the two of them had actually met on the battle field and ever since then, the two had constantly gotten into competitions with one another seeing who could kill more enemies, be a better shot, etc. They were inseparable.

Tsu had also come on the mission, but being an elite, it was harder for him to rank up.

He was a Major Domo, and while the UNSC and Sangeheli were trying to figure out the ranking systems, they believed the rank of Major Domo was the equivalent of a Lieutenant, which meant that Tsu was higher ranking than Adams. He also wore the standard lite Officers armor.

"Lucky human, I still believe that I killed that brute Chieftain.'' complained Tsu.

"Ah ah ah." said Adams, waving his finger back in forth." I had the Rocket Launcher, and I blew him up."

"Yet you fail to realize that his shields were down and I was about to melt his insides, which would have instantly killed him."

"Well the rockets explosion stopped us from seeing who made kill so…I had the rocket launcher and I win by default."

"That's pathetic logic my friend." replied Tsu.

"Are you two still hung up on that?"

Adams leaned past Tsu while Tsu himself turned to see Adams younger sister, Gunnery Sergeant Laura Cursk.

She was also an ODST, and she was also 21.

She would've been a super model she looked so damn good, but instead she chose to be a badass and become part of the military. She had smooth gray hair, and for the rest of the human crew on board, her body curved in such a way that if she truly wanted to, she could seduce anyone in the ship to bed.

At least, that's what they thought.

Though she never means any harm, sometimes men are stupid enough to ask her to bed. They come back with a giant red cheek.

She was strong, not as strong as Adams, but she was pretty close, that's why very few people had the guts to ask her to bed. She never said yes to a single request.

"Just to end this chatter, I'm the one who killed him."

"What? How so?" asked Adams.

"I'm the best Sniper aboard the ship, headshot."

Adams jaw just hanged there open and motionless, while Tsu laughed.

"Laura you never cease to amaze me." he said with a hearty laugh.

She just smiled, turned and walked away from their quarters, swaying her hips in a matter that demanded attention.

Military was the Cursk family business practically. Adams father was the Captain of the Destiny, while his mother? She was a top secret ONI operative.

Hell even the families fully grown German Shepard, Flower, was on the ship, acting as a rescue dog or Special Forces. The crew called her…

"Flower, the killer dog." said Tsu as the dog kindly walked up to him and curled up by Tsu's feet.

"Attention, attention." Called Adams father over the speakers that were scattered throughout the ship.

"We will be entering Slip space in approximately twenty minutes to an unknown area of space in order to look for our sister ship, The Guardian of Sanghelios. No need for cryo sleeps this time. Once we enter, our ETA will be 24 hours." As the announcement ended, Adams looked at Tsu and asked, "Isn't that the ship that was marked MIA because we never heard from it again?"

Tsu nodded his head. Tsu actually had a brother aboard the Guardian and that was actually part of the reason he wanted to come along. The Guardian was a Corvette class vessel of Sangeheli (Covenant) design. Though the two were not technically sister ships, the two vessels had a long history together.

There was a story told by multiple species about the two ships history. It was rumored that the two ships took on a Covenant Super Carrier and destroyed it.

"Well lets go check up on the rest of the squad, ay?" asked Adams while standing up.

Tsu shrugged, "We must be prepared for battle. Let us go."

The two friends, and Flower the dog, made their way to one of the multiple coffee rooms aboard the ship. The one that their team had specifically called, "Flowers hide out". The team had specifically been recommended by Adams father to be part of the Destiny's crew.

As they entered the room, there was a lot of commotion as several squad mates of different species conversed with each other. The first people the two squad leaders met were the Grunter brothers, as they proudly called themselves. They were elite Unggoy; elite enough to make any species mildly respect them.

While grunts were still thought of as low, they had gained a lot more respect in the couple of years. The Grunter brothers were only four members, whom went by the names Snap, Crackle, Pop, and Boom. No one really knew their real names, but the small Unggoy group was as social as a hyperactive dog. They loved socializing. And they were the team's EOD group. Snap Crackle and Pop were all Grunt heavies while Boom was the Ultra. Next came Laura talking to a small group of Kig-Yar snipers.

The Kig-Yar were just really selling their services to both sides of the war. Sometimes Adams thought the only reason they were in this war was because of money.

Past them were the infamous Pounders. Twin Mgelakgolo bond brothers, whose names were Idundi-Maka-Furu and Wensata-Maka-Enam. In Adams mind they were the best in the business. They had two modes in combat: annoy, and kill. Like other Mgalekgolo, they didn't talk very much, and only spoke up when they had a question, or answering one. Rarely did they ever have a comment and when they did it was one that drew everyone's attention.

Ironically, after the war they stared respecting humans as if they were Sangeheli.

"Attention, this is your Captain speaking; we will be entering Slip-space momentarily."

A few moments later there was a shudder throughout the ship.

"Attention. We've entered Slip-space."

Duh dad. I think we all figured that out for ourselves. Thought Adams.

The two hunters were listening intently to a Sangeheli talk about his recent mission.

Tsu frowned. Recently the team had split up, mostly because the UNSC required their services in different places. This was actually the first time in quite a while that the whole group was back together again. Then again…their 'team' was too big to be a team. More like a small platoon.

They walked over to two brutes drinking fruit punch. Jarinem and Calsemar were brothers. Though the brutes were mainly apart of the Covenant Loyalists, there was a small group called Garmenads Fist, in short they were Jiralihane rebels. They realized the power of the Halo Rings and what they were really used for and tried to tell the Loyalists. Instead they were slaughtered and Garmenad left the Loyalist Faction. While doing so they recruited even more followers. They then went to the Sangeheli for help. The Arbiter felt pity for them and spared them, allowing them a world to grow and prosper and train on.

Both Jarinem and Calsemar were a part of this faction. And both were skilled fighters wearing only Brute minor armor.

They passed up a group of Marines and ODSTs talking with some Sangeheli warriors.

Then Adams turned to see the pride and joy of the UNSC. It was just sitting the closely watching him and everyone else at the same time.

"Hello Spartan."

The Spartan simply looked up from her data pad, and said nothing.

"Not the talkative type, are you." asked Adams.

"Not quite."

The two friends stood there in confusion.

"So you can talk?"

"Spartan 896 can't talk. Currently her vocal cords are going through an experimental augmentation and cannot be used until they heal. I am Scorpio, fifth generation AI and one of Doctor Halseys experimental AI's."

"Halsey huh?" said Adams calmly.

Doctor Catherine Halsey was the best scientist the UNSC had to offer… until she disappeared after Reach had fallen the first time.

"Yes. I was found and activated to help our new Spartan 4's." replied Scorpio.

"Construct, what is the demons name?" asked Tsu-He'malee.

"Her name is Saratoma. And she is 18 years old."

Even when she stood up she was only slightly taller than Adams, probably due to the extra armor.

Spartans were still using the MK VI suit cause to tell the truth, the UNSC was more focused on fighting then on research.

Tsu pounded his chest with his fist and bowed honorably.

"It will be an honor to fight alongside you, Saratoma." He then went back to standing straight.

"What rank are you?" asked Adams.

"Ms. Saratoma is currently the rank of Sergeant Major."

"Ah, well it's good to have you on the team. I'm Warrant Officer Adams Cursk and this is my best friend, Major Domo Tsu He'malee."

The Spartan simply nodded in a standard fashion.

"Well, I'm hitting the sack. See ya'll."

As Adams walked away he could feel that this mission was going to have all the fire power it could get….and then some.