Hey It's your new man to the show, Spartan Cam 115. So I said I was going to post this in April but...things came up, aka School, work, and life. Yes I know. Life likes to throw curve balls into plans.

I will try to post a chapter every month and I might even try posting some twice a month so that you guys have some thing to read while you wait for the next chapter. I will also post a description chapter of the Characters when they are shown in the story because I suck at describing what people look like. (I will only be covering the general looks of said characters like what they wear and a general over view of the body type).

With that out of the way, now it's time for me to tell you fine readers who owns what.

Rwby and the Rwby Franchise is the property of Rooster Teeth Productions. LLC. I do not own any of their stuff.

Halo and the Halo Franchise is the property of 343 Industries. I also don't own any of their stuff ether.

The Character Spartan Cam-115 Is the property of ...Well Me, Spartan Cam 115. But the general out line of the Character is apart of the Halo Franchise so 343 also has some rights to my (I thought of it first!) Character.

P.S. Cam-115 is his own person, meaning I am not writing as if I am him but more of I am writing as he is. Well...That's of me talking your ears, or shall I dear say, eyes off! Ok that was a bad pun. Grab a chair and a cold drink and enjoy the story.

Prologue

Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win.

Sun Tzu

The Ground shakes as a covenant CCS-CLASS BATTLECRUISER unleashes a rainstorm of fire from its plasma cannons as a mass of UNSC Marines try to secure a stable beachhead from which they could begin taking back the Covenant-occupied city of New Harmony, Reach. Leading the spearhead of the attack is a detachment of highly trained soldiers known simply as Spartans. These Spartans soldiers are genetically modified superhumans, but with a sad and unfortunate past. Kidnapped as young children, one because of their advance genetic and mental capabilities, in the eyes of the UNSC, perfect candidates of the Spartan program and two, their young minds and bodies can be easily trained. To prevent eyebrows from raising in the colonies, the UNSC- with the help of Dr. Elizabeth Hulsey- replaced the real children with clones which would die of natural deterioration making it seem like the children died of natural causes.

On the planet Reach-The forefront of the UNSC's main control of the outer and inner colonies- these children were put through rigorous military training and were taught to be more than a soldier but as a commander, assassin, and a killing machine. After receiving their training the children were put through the trail that would test whether their bodies would accept augmentation-A process where the body is injected with different chemicals and materials that cause the body to go through accelerated growth spurt, and increases bone density to make them unable to break- or their bodies will kill itself because of the sudden body growth. Sadly, out of the 75 that were put through training only 36 survived the augmentation process. One of those is Cam-115.

A group of Spartans is seen in various states of dress from being almost fully covered with heavy armor plating to wearing black skin-tight bodysuits.

"Cam, do you have to have something covering your face?" asked Carris as she threw Cam's helmet to him who had a pair of aviator glasses on and a bandana over his face.

"Look. I made a vow that the only people to see my face is the eyes of my dying enemy, my superiors, Dr. Hulsey, and myself. So, yes I do have to have something covering my face" replied Cam as he placed his helmet onto his head and did a com check with the rest of the Spartans in the locker room.

"Carris, if the man doesn't want his god ugly face showing that he can keep it covered. Besides with the face like his, the enemy may shit their pants and get the hell out of Dodge before we can have fun with them" Said Soran with a slight chuckle as he too put on his helmet as he looked at Cam, which all he received was the bird from Cam as he fastened his ammo belts and placed his trusty roll of Duct tape into one of the extra pouches.

"Easy Cam, you are flipping off your commander" stated Red-Fifteen as he inhaled through the cigarette that he had in his hand. Cam unsheathed his knife looked back at the spartan and threw it at the end of the cigarette. The knife knocking off the still smoldering ash that had not been knocked off by its user.

Fifteen Looked at Cam with the face of "What the hell was that?"

"The ash was supposed to be your finger but it will do for now," Cam said with as much sarcasm as possible.

Red-Fifteen let out a small laugh as he caught onto the purpose of his action then tossed his knife back before offering a smoke. Cam waved his hand saying that he never smoked. Shrugging, he offered one to Beta-Red Actual, which was sitting across from Fifteen, she agreed and took it. Smelling it before asking Fifteen for a light. Fifteen flipped open his silver cigarette lighter which was decorated with an old Celtic style dragon. The logo of Dragon Company.

The flame of the lighter caught the end of the cigarette and caused it to glow a bright orange color as the tobacco started to smolder, releasing a small smoke stream. After seeing the end turn its desired orange color she brings up to her dry and cracked lips and Inhaling the smoke deeply then letting it out slowly after a brief moment. "Ahh. Harvest's finest. Where you get it?" She asked as she slumped into a relaxed position on the bench she was sitting on.

"Where else! The Black Market. You can get anything there" replied Fifteen as he was snuffing out his smoke before getting up to open his locker to retrieve his helmet. The Room was soon filled with the sound of hardy laughs as Beta pulled out the cigarette, looked at it then at Fifteen before shrugging and continued to inhale the smoke from the small tube.

Their laughs were short-lived as the sound of a commanding voice came over the ships comm system in the room. "Strike Team 2, report to the briefing room in 5 minutes,"

"Alright people quite the shit and suit up," said Soran as he grabbed his M392 rifle from the rifle rack and M6G Magnum and mag-locked them onto his armor. Cam and the others did the same except Beta-Red, who was enjoying her cigarette.

"Come on Red, we got a briefing in four minutes. So, get off your girly butt and get your armor on," yelled Soran only to receive a groan and the rest of the Spartan's smoke thrown at him only to bounce harmlessly off of Soran chest plate as she got up and suited up. After several curse words and more than a dozen "move faster" from Soran, Beta-Red had her armor and weapons on her slim but well-built body as she stood before the Commander looking like a sassy fashion star which was amplified by the girl leaning on one leg and angling her hips. "You happy, sir?" she said with as much sass as she could muster, which wasn't much.

Soran casually walked over and slapped said spartan upside the head before pointing to follow the others. She hesitated for a second then caught up with the rest of the group just to receive a kick from Red-Fifteen, which got a "HEY! WHAT DID I DO?" from Beta-Red as they walked off to the ships briefing room which was located on the bridge.

"Why am I always left babysitting the brat type?" Soran thought to himself before exiting the locker room and taking up the groups rear.

The team entered the briefing on time, just to be met with the sight of John 117 and Commander Holland standing around a Hollo Table discussing some strategy. Holland Looked over the Spartans as they entered the room and began surrounding around the table. "What an interesting lot we have," the commander thought as he took note of their armor.

Red-Fifteen and Beta-Red Actual wore similar looking Mjolnir Mark IV Powered Assault Armor, both colored a different tone of red but similar in design. Carris's armor was the same John-117's armor except hers had a dark blue color scheme with a dark gold strip that ran diagonally across her chest before running down her right leg scheme and ending at the ankle. Soran, on the other hand, had a custom armor suit. This was due to a complication during the augmentation process which left him deformed and unable to join the other Spartans in combat until Cam and Dr. Hulsey helped him build a custom suit four years previous. The armor's design worked around his deformities by having the suit do all the work by linking it to his spines nervous system which moved the suit without Soran having to really move his body. Soren went with the standard Olive Drab paint scheme with his identification number painted in white on his left chest.

Cam also had a custom variation of John and Carris's armor, one that he built himself. His armor had a dragon scale camo design which could change color to match his surroundings which proved useful whenever he needs a quick escape from a dangerous situation or during recon or assassination missions. He also out rigged it with extra storage compartment the allowed him to store more equipment and other odds and ends that he had on him which mostly consisted of extra explosives, ammo, and medical supplies. His helmet was also custom. The lower portion could be removed to reveal his mouth that way his face never showed when he had to eat with his helmet on. It also had a special scanning system that allowed him to see targets up to 3 miles away. In addition to the scanning system, the user could switch to thermal imagery for night operations instead of night vision. His main weapon of choice is also custom being a DMR chambered to fire 50 Cal rounds out of a large 300 round drum mag or a smaller 50 round curved mag. The DMR also had a collapsible bipod and a zoomable x7 scope. He also holstered a 50 Cal Magnum pistol and a handmade ten-inch titanium fighting knife which was centered on his left shoulder. The rest of the teams' weapons ranged from stock DMRs to Assault rifles.

"Good to see you, John," Said Cam as both he and John exchanged handshakes. Both had trained together in basic training for years until they were assigned to different companies and squads before augmentation. "Good to see you too Cam. Staying out of trouble?" Replied John before Holland interrupted the two's conversation. "You know why we are here so let's get back to business. There is a Covenant Cruiser floating over the city of New Harmony. We have boots on the ground as we speak but with the Cruiser in the air, it is starting to blow our boys to hell. Your fives mission is to get a 5-megaton warhead, this being loaded into your drop pods, into that ship and take it out at all cost. You five will be deployed by drop pod behind enemy lines near the ship. Most of the fighting is concentrated on the outskirts of the city and using the building as cover, moving to your objective should be fairly easy." Explained Holland as he pointed to different locations of the holographic map in the center of the group. Soran had his arms crossed as he though over his orders in his mind. "How are we going to get the package into the ship?" he asked.

"The hanger bay located on the port side should be enough to get you people in and detonate the warhead. You will have jetpacks in your drop pods, that should get you it to the ship without being detected. If all goes according to plan, the warhead should cause a chain reaction in the ship and destroy it." Holland pulling up an image of the cruiser and locating the hanger with his index finger.

"Should be simple, fly in, arm the warhead, get the hell out of dodge, and watch the fireworks show," Cam said looking around the room looking for a reaction from the rest of the group.

"Let's hope so Spartan. Alright, you are dropping in 10 minutes. Godspeed Spartans." said Holland saluting the Spartans before leaving the room. The Spartans returned the salute and made their way to the drop pods. Cam stayed behind to talk to his old friend. "How's the Team?" Asked Cam as he walked out the door behind John as they made their way to the drop pods. "The Team is doing well. Kelly is back from another mission from Taris 5."

"Taris 5 is a pretty sketchy place . But they have the best-tasting boos," replied Cam as a memory of one of the many recon mission that he carried out on the planet Taris 5 on the edge of UNSC controlled space came into his mind.

Nodding his head in agreeance, John changes the subject to a more important topic.

"You still a believer?" he asked with a slight angle to his head.

Cam, reaching underneath his armors collar and pulling his cross that was attached to his dog tags and held it up for John to see them. "Always. But...I don't think it's going to be easy for me to get through the pearly gates of heaven with my track record." Cam explained as he replaced his tags back underneath his under suit.

"He has a plan for everyone. You may not have a clean record but we are also soldiers, we must do what we are ordered. Just don't lose faith." explained John as he placed a hand on Cam's shoulder. This made Cam feel a little bit better.

After standing in silence for a moment Cam inhaled deeply. "Well...now to go kick some Covenant ass and show those bastards that we are now going to fall with one hell of a fight," said Cam as he and John exchanged a grabbing thumb handshake followed by a quick hug.

"Show them hell Cam" said John as he turned to leave, the same as Cam.

As Cam made his way to the drop pod hanger, he began reciting the holy Communing in his mind. Somewhere deep in him, he could feel fear start to swell as he was mentally prepared for the fight ahead and the fact that he and his team may be walking into a death trap where they will either die as heroes or just as another name on the KIA list.

Soren begins to speak into the com channel as he tries to loosen the tension that was building in the group as they made their way through the hostile occupied city. "All right people listen up; we are here for one thing and one thing only...we blow the flying trash can out of the sky and take out as many Covenant ground forces in the process. Is that clear!?".

"Roger that Soren. By the way who is buying the drinks after we trash the flying trash can?" asks Cam as he takes point as they move through the many skyrise buildings that are spread throughout the city.

"Sir we need to get up their first before we can do anything," deadpans Red-Fifteen as he takes up the squads' rear.

"Looks like Fifteen is thinking with a smokeless mind" joked Soran as he breaches a side door leading to a large courtyard. As the rest of the team shuffles out of the door an interesting site is awaiting them.

"Commander!... I think I found our ticket to the Covenant express". Yelled Beta Red pointing to a down Pelican in the middle of a running water fountain.

"Nice job Red, you even found one with a free wash". Replied Carris with a chuckle mixed in with a nerves voice.

"Red, Beta, Carris, secure a perimeter around that pelican. Cam Get in there and see if you can't get that shit pile running and flying" barked Soran as him and the rest of the team put up a defensive perimeter around said, Pelican.

"OK, Cam let's get this bird up and running.' Through the spartan as he rubbed his hands together to think. "Delta what is up with this bird?"

"Plugging me into the on board computer system will allow me to find out"

"I am sorry, I thought you can scan this ship from my helmet?" deadpanned Cam as he talked to his personal AI unit named Delta-77943, or Delta for short.

"I can but it will take too long to find the problem. Plug me in and I will do the heavy work." Replied Delta as he ignored the comment.

"Just make it fast. I will be at the door, just give me a hauler when you are done" said Cam as he inserted Deltas AI chip into the Pelicans' control console. Cam was about to turn and leave until Delta stopped him.

"Done!"

"That was fast. He must have had upload the computer Nitro program I made for him. Looks like its run pretty well." Thought the spartan as he returned to standing next to control panel once more.

"There was a power overload in the main power supply. Reroute power from the primary power supply to the secondary power supply."

"On it"

Pulling away from the Control panel, Cam inspects the cabin for a power relay box. but finds that there is none in sight. As he continued his search for said power box, the sound of plasma weapon fire is heard outside as a Covenant patrol engages the Spartans standing guard outside the craft.

"Delta I can't find the Power relay box!" Yelled Cam as he switched out his 50 round bandanna mag to his 100 round drum mag.

"It's under Your big feet" scolded the AI

"Oh...Thank you Delta!" Replied Cam as he knelt down and open the relay, exposing the majorly burnt fuses and wires.

"Now you must reroute the main power to the secondary power supply and then reroute the engine power packs to the secondary power supply. That will start recharging the depleted power packs to 45%." Directed the AI as Cam quickly cut several burnt wires and started to connect them together and insert them into different fuse slots that were empty from Cam removing some of the fuses while he was doing his rewire.

As he frantically cut, inserted and secured the wires into they're the spots that they need to be, over the Comm he heard Soran yelling, "Cam we are taking fire out here are you done!"

"We are working on that sir. Give us five more minutes!" responded Cam as he slammed the relay box cover shut.

"OK Delta...Fire her up!" Order the Spartan as he jumped into the pilots' seat.

"Powering engines"

The sound of the pelican's engines echoes off the buildings as Delta tries to power the engine enough to recharge the pelicans depleted power supplies.

"Power packs at seventy-five percent charged"

As Delta speaks, a power relay explodes. Causing the cockpit to be consumed in smoke from the burning relay which was quickly extinguished by Cam with a fire extinguisher that was secured next to the pilots' seat.

"We are losing power!" warned Delta as the powdered extinguish dust settled on the display screen.

Cam rushes over to a power box that was displayed on a screen showing the location of the malfunctioning power box and opens it to see the capacitors have blown.

"The Capacitors are blown" Yelled Cam as he gazed upon the fried capacitors.

"We need at least one of those capacitors to regulate the power to the thrusters"

Cam started to think of a way to replace the main capacitor on the fly. He was about to give up when his gaze came across his upgraded Assault Rifle. "Can a capacitor from my Assault rifle work!?" Asked the spartan as he threw himself to his rifle that was leaning against the bulkhead.

"Yes, it will, I will just keep the power supply down so it won't blow it". Replied the AI as he started to reconfigure the power system to accept the new Capacitor.

Cam grabbed his MA37 ICWS Assault Rifle and held it with regret flowing over his heart as he remembered the amount of time, he spent turning an ordinary Assault Rifle into a massive Elite killing machine and kissed it farewell.

"Sorry old girl"

He brought the gun above his knee and brought it back down with a loud cracking sound reverberated throughout the ship. With the rifle open he pulls out one of the power capacitors and shoves it into the spot where the blown capacitor was and smiled in joy as the sound of the engines and thrusters once again began to power up.

"We got power to lateral Thrusters!" Delta joyfully responded to the engines powering up.

"Well get this bird airborne!" orders Cam as he dashes over to the rear door and yells to Soren and the rest of the team that the craft is up functional.

"She is airworthy sir! Time to bug out of here!"

"Roger that! You heard him...Into the bird!" Yelled Soran to the rest of the team as he reloaded a fresh magazine into his rifle.

Red-Fifteen was the first to break off of the defensive line patting Beta on the shoulder as he passed behind her. After seeing Red was a few yards for the Pelican followed after him patting Carris on the shoulder too then Carris feeling behind her with Soren taking up the rear of the escaping squad with his assault rifle blazing sending hot round through several grunts turning them into clouds of Teal blood. upon entering the craft Carris slammed the rear door hatch control and the rear door slowly closed to a slight click as the locking mechanisms sealed the door shut.

"Get this bird Airborne Cam!" Soran yelled as he took a seat next to Beta-Red.

"Yes Sir! Delta skips the takeoff check and throttle up the engines!"

"That would be unwise...". "DO IT DELTA!" Yelled Cam as he cut Delta's warning in half and secured himself in the pilot's seat.

"Powering engines!" Responded Delta as the sound of the engine wiring up reverberated throughout the courtyard.

"Strap in people we still haven't fixed all the problems!" ordered the spartan in the pilot's seat as he began to pull on the control yoke as he made the damaged bird take flight.

"Delta you are going to have to compensate for the power fluctuation in the power grid to keep the vertical thrusters from failing".

"Just for your information, I have been doing that since you carelessly stabbed that capacitor into that power relay" Deadpanned the AI as he quickly silenced an engine overload warning.

"Delta do you always have to complain about my handy work"

"At least you didn't duct tape" Commented Delta with a slight bit of sarcasm mixed in with his response.

"Hey! Don't you dare mock the powers of the duct tape!"

"Can you two talk less and fly this bird out of here" Yelled Soran as he and the rest of the passengers on board could hear the argument build over the comm system.

"We are doing our best!" both Delta and Cam said in unison as they focused their minds on the task at hand.

The Yoke shook violently as the spartan fought to keep the Craft from nose-diving into the side of a nearby building. "This Pelican has had it and I doubt the weapons are any good" Stated Cam as the yoke pulled abruptly to the right causing the Dropship to dive right before Cam took control and brought the craft back on course.

"At least we are airborne," said the AI only receiving a few choice words from the spartan as he fought the rebelling craft.

Cam was able to pilot the craft out of the courtyard with some difficulty but finally made the Dropship obey to his will after Delta was able to reroute the hydraulic flow back to the controls giving the Spartan more control over the craft. As the made headway to their target a firing squad of Banshees top the roof of a high line building as they set their sights on the wounded bird.

"I JUST FRICKIN FIXED THIS PIECE OF CRAP! YOU COULD HAVE WAITED TILL WE WERE NEAR YOUR SHIP!" Yelled Cam as he throttled up the engines.

Before the lead Banshee could get weapons to lock on the craft, Cam pulled the control stick hard right, receiving a wail from both the flight controls and engines as Warning signals and alarms went haywire over the sudden flood of controls to the already damaged and breaking parts and systems.

The sound of Cam cussing told Soran all he needs to know. He could see that a group of banshees was bearing down hard on the almost destroyed craft. Thinking fast he remembered that there was an airstrike planed a few hours before the Spartans were deployed that day. Turning on his mic and opening the comm channel to Cam as he gunned the engines and allowed his Spartan training to take over.

"Are there any other fighters nearby I can use to get these flies off our tail?!" Asked Soran.

Cam clicked the scanners on and went back to flying the Craft, then responding to the question after the scanners alerted the pilot of a nearby craft. "There is an Interceptor three clicks from our location! I can use the building as cover to get some of these buggers off of our back."

"What do we need an Interceptor for?!" Carris asked as she tried to wrap her head around Soran's question.

"I need to get you guys up there...And we need to also blow a big ass hole into that ship, the interceptor will do the job; Cam...get me to that interceptor!" Stated Soran as he jumped up from his seat while reaching for the overhead bars to keep his balance as Cam throws the craft into a barrel roll to avoid a plasma bolt for one of the tailing Banshees.

"Roger that Sir, Delta can you connect with the onboard computer to see if that ship can fly?" asked Cam as Soran reloaded his rifle and then chambered a fresh round into his sidearm.

As Soran mentally ran through a dozen of combat situations that could be expected as soon as they landed. "Too risky to land, I will have to jump for it." Thought the Spartan as he Cam voice came over the comm link. "Good news, the craft if operational, the bad news is that it has considerable damage to the defense systems so you will be a fly without shields, but most of the weapons are operational so holding out on your own should keep you alive."

"Thanks for the Intel Cam. I am going to have to jump, so get me as close as you can to that Interceptor." Replied Soran as he opened the rear hatch as he prepared for the jump.

"Soran...Godspeed." Said Cam as he brings the ship closer to the parked Craft.

"He still believes there is a God… Well, there is no better time to say that there is none" Thought the spartan as he walks out onto the hatch ready to jump when the time comes.

"Coming up to the tarmac! Good Luck Sir" Cam says giving him the OK to jump.

"Hey, Cam!" yells Soran grabbing the attention of the pilot.

"Yea?"

"I was going to buy the drinks"

"You son of..."

Before Cam could finish replying, Soran jumps from the open hatch and begins his free fall to the Interceptor is parked on one of the city's airstrips.

The weight of his armor caused him to travel at higher speeds then a basic Marine halo jumper Using his armors jet pack system to slow his descent, he lands next to the Longsword with a slight thud as the titanium plates on his boot make contact with the runway.

Recovering from the jump, Soran climbs up to the cockpits protective dome and pry's the canopy from the cockpit. Looking around the cockpit, he notices the dead pilot with several plasma crystals embedded into his chest and a blown off left shoulder lying limp next to him with signs of it being blown off by a plasma-shell, which is evident by a melted hole in the glass.

Reaching into the cockpit and pulling out the decomposing body and tossing it to the side, with its arm. All the while Soran mentally giving the corps his deepest apology.

Dropping down into the craft, he begins to flip several control switches which brought the main computer online followed by the engine start-up systems.

Seeing that most of the systems were not totally gone. He sparks the engines to life as he taps in the security override onto a remote-control panel. granting him access to all of the controls and weapons of the aircraft.

Satisfied that the craft is fully operational. He eases the engine's throttle to 50% to recharge the depleted power cells and bring the hydraulic systems to max pressure.

"Let's get this bird flying" he mutters under his breath as the sound of the engine whirling up to full power as he released the brakes on the landing gears, allowing the craft to move under it's as it starts to increase to speed. "Oh YA…. Fly baby. FLY" Yelled the spartan to no one in particular as he felt the aircraft start to pull G's as he eased back on the controls, causing the nose to angle towards the light blue sky as the wheels cleared the strip and became airborne.

"This is Sierra 066. I am airborne and on my way. ETA 4 minutes." Called Soran over the comm in his helmet. Receive a "copy" from Cam as they made their way to the cruiser that is sitting idly over the city.

"Knock, Knock. Dragon Company is about to send your Covenant Asses to Hell" Mutters Soran as he slams the throttle to full power causing the engines to scream in response to the sudden flood of fuel flowing into the injectors and the afterburners, Causing a slight sonic boom as the craft barely breaks the sound barrier and goes screaming towards the Large alien vessel.