A Helljumper ending.

January, 31st, 2554

Ship Desgination: Broken Justice.

Time 1:56 A.M.

Over Previously Glassed New Mombasa.

A door slid open to a pitch black room, a silhouetted figure entered, the light being forced out as the door closed again, the figure puffed some grey smoke as it walked to the center of the room, the silhouette reached out and grabbed a hidden chair, it sat in it and rolled forward. It came to an abrupt halt as it hit a desk, the figure inhaled more of the cigarette and exhaled more smoke, it took the cigarette from it's mouth and put it out in an ashtray. It's hand slid forward and hit some buttons on a lone keyboard, an orange light illuminated the room and the silhouette as a holo-screen came up out of nowhere. The man rubbed his thin beard as he searched through tabs, he glanced at titles, Operation: Red.... Operation Upper... He came across a blinking tab and instinctively clicked on it, he looked at the title. Operation Retrieval.

    The computer had taken him to a squad listing, he looked through the squads, all of them have a word in red written beside them, DECEASED. He came across a blinking squad, Squad Epsilon, he looked through it's summary, ODST Squad, used for Recon mission and extraction mission during the Covenant assualt on Reach, Sergeant Koros and Lieutenant Johnson deserted after surviving the assault on a prototype Sabre class fighter. (5/6) Members confirmed KIA or discharged from duty to early for results.

"There's one left? Thought we lost them all on Reach? Must be a bug or something." The man said to himself as he looked at the squads roster. Captain Sparza: NO FILES ON SUBJECT. Private Mickolovitch: DECEASED, Private Alexander: HONORFULLY DISCHARGED AFTER INJURY ON REACH. Private Bradley: DECEASED. Lieutenant Johnson: NO FILES ON SUBJECT. Sergeant Koros: PROTOTYPE ARMOR HAS WORKED, SUBJECT ACTIVE. HEALING PROCESS STARTED IN 2552.

"Shit, shit, shit, gotta get something." He thought as he began typing furiously on the keyboard, he found a private networked chatroom for the admirals, he logged onto it.

"User Name: Karoc-1, Password *************." Popped up on the computer screen as he typed, he contacted one of the admirals, he needed a ship or anything.

2:10 Karoc-1 has joined the chatroom, server is now half full.

2:15 Karoc-1: Come on, come on!

2:36 Eronus has joined the chatroom, server is now full.

2:37 Eronus: Alright what do you want Karoc?

2:38 Karoc-1: I need a ship or two, one of the old operations have come up good.

2:40 Eronus: Which one came up?

2:41 Karoc-1: It's a real old one, Retrieval.

2:42 Eronus: Karoc that project is one of the oldest and we all know it was a failure, the suits never worked since the Covenant tore our men apart. Plus I just don't know if I could give you a ship we have all our ships hunting down the remaining loyalist Covenant forces. I know that was your own project but if I would be only able to give you possibly the Broken Justice.

2:44 Karoc-1: Alright, we may be out of contact for awhile, the place we are going to is far out. We have one lead, one worked, although it took two years for the subject to heal properly in cryo stasis.

2:45 Eronus: What? How do you know the subject is still alive then? Maybe it's a bug. I'm putting alot of faith into your right now Karoc, ONI intel better be right or I'm taking the ship back and you're gonna be on cleaning duty.

2:46 Karoc-1: Alright admiral, I'll have your ship back within a few months.

2:47 Karoc-1 has logged out of the chat room, the server is now half full.

2:48 Eronus: He'd better not damage that frigate.

2:50 Eronus has logged out of chatroom, closing encrypted server.

Karoc pressed a few buttons on the keyboard and opened a communication line to the bridge of the ship. "Alright Captain Terok take us to these coordinates and make it fast, don't wanna keep the subject waiting now do we?" His voice said as the captain started to give orders.

The ship entered slipspace and Karoc sat in the orange illuminated room smiling, he pulled out a bottle of whiskey and a glass, he poured the whiskey and set the bottle back down, he took slow drinks from the glass and couldn't help but smile since his project had a breakthrough.

"Alright Subject Koros here we come. You're going to be our number one subject now." He said as he drank the whiskey slowly, he shutdown the computer leaving the room in the dark again. He just sat there thinking in the dark, contemplating what he would do when the subject was in custody, "The project never got this far, so what exactly happens now?" He gave a shrug to himself as he thought.

Two Days Later....

The ship lurched out of slipspace and floated in orbit over the planet it had been told to go to, the captain looked at previously known images of the planet from the fleet that cleared it awhile back, he noticed that no one bothered naming it since it was so far out in Covenant territory. He looked at the images, green hills, great lakes and oceans and forests everywhere, the planet before him looked nothing like the paradise it had been in the pictures, the once green hills were now a grey-green color and the oceans were not the blue they had been but a murky black color now dominated it's hue. He opened a comm to his "high value" passenger's room.

"Whatever you think is here you're probably wrong, the planet was glassed it seems." Terok said as he studied the hell once more, on one side of the planet is was a complete desert covered in night, on the other were the gray hills, this one was on the bright side of the planet, he noticed something odd about thing planet again, it wasn't rotating, it seemed as though it was just sitting still, the sun forever staying on the one side of the planet and the moon staying on the other.

"Captain no need to be negative, whatever is down there that is sending the signal has to be alive, I just know it!" A voice crackled to life on the intercom in the bridge. "Just send a pelican with some marines and have them go to the coordinates the signal was sent from." The intercom static died as the voice on the other end hung up.

The captain opened another com line and his voice came out in a bunk room with five marines in it, "Rodriguez, I need your squad to be on a pelican in five, hurry."

"You heard the captain, Filmore, Ross hurry up and get your stuff, Slanko and Chung stop chatting and get your gear." Rodriguez said as he prepared his equipment, checking his MA5 Assualt Rifle, and Magnum Pistol, the other marines checked their own rifles and pistols, Slanko checked his favorite rocket launcher, Rodriguez never understood what was so special about it.

"Slanko why don't you trade in that old M19 for a newer model man, that's the oldest piece of tech on this ship." Rodriguez said as he nonchalantly waved his assault rifle around at the surrounding walls. "Ever since this thing took a bad hit by one of those covie ships they patched everything up and made it brand-spanking new! So ditch that thing and get one of the M41's, you're making the ship look bad."

Slanko shook his head and started to explain, "Come on man Rusty's a classic! That and the thing has gotten me out of alot of tight situations before, it's my lucky charm! I can't just throw it away or trade it to some military armory guy, that's bad luck right there my friend." Slanko said as he patted the rusted and old rocket launcher.

The five of them finished readying their equipment and marched off into a hallway, navigating their way through the ship they entered the hangar, there was a pelican, a Vulture and five hornets inside the humongous open hangar, the five approached the pelican and the drop bay door opened on it, Slanko and Ross on one side and Rodriguez, Filmore, and Chung on the other.

"Alright guys hold on and wait, we'll be there in around 20 minutes." the pilot said as the pelican rocketed out of the hangar, the ride was very quiet, the pilot was flying towards the signal when he noticed a giant blip on his radar.

"Uhh. Hey Justice? I've got a giant contact on the radar and I don't know what it is. Should we have a course correction or do we take our chances and just go forward?" the pilot radioed over as he stopped the pelican in mid-air, allowing it to just float.

"Affirmative Thunderbird, rerouting your course now, we'll send a scouting party later to the contact, over." the command correspondant replied, a new route appeared on the display screen in front of the pilot seat, the pelican started off again, the pilot took a long turn around the contact and proceeded towards the beacon.

A Few Minutes Later....

The pelican touched the gray plains below it with it's landing gear, the drop bay door opened and the five marines hopped out, the pilot shut down the pelican just to avoid unneeded attention. The five marines saw a torn ship just yards away, they saw piles of dirt and rocks over some odd shapes in the dirt, the surrounding scenery consisted of the ship, and just grass dotting the surface around them.

"Wait are we gonna dig those up with our hands?" Slanko said a bit of shock in his voice.

"No we got a shovel in the pelican, but since you so graciously volunteered I guess you're digging them up with the shovel." Rodriguez humored but serious at the same time, Slanko marched off to the pelican, sighing as he went, Chung and Filmore marched off to the ship remains in the distance, Slanko came back and started to dig up one of the four piles of dirt.

"So if this guy is even here, wouldn't he have suffocated in a grave? I mean seriously?" Slanko complained.

"Well this guy says that he's in a cryo suit, say's you don't breathe alot of air when you're in cryo, so he's probably still alive, and if he's not well then we can go back to the ship and have the rest of the day off." Ross muttered as he looked through a data package that held the info on the mission. Slanko hit something hard with his shovel and cleared off the dirt of whatever it was, a coffin, they opened it up.

"Oh god! Get me outta here!" Slanko cried as he jumped out of the hole, the insides of the coffin were grotesque, it was two halves of an ODST just put right next to each other, blood still stained the coffin.

"Who is that? Intel say's there just supposed to be one guy and the description doesn't match. Slanko dig up the other coffins quick, something's not right, if there are others, well lets just hope there arn't more in this ones condition." Rodriguez said as he frowned at the site before him. Slanko dug up the other coffins relatively quickly, they waited until all three of the other coffins were unburied. Chung and Filmore came back from there investigation of the wrecked ship.

"Ship shows signs off being searched." Chung said bluntly as he looked at the coffins before the squad.

"Alright lets open them one by one." Rodriguez ordered as he motioned for Slanko to open the first one. Slanko sighing as he realized he had to open them to. The first one was another ODST, he didnt match the description of the man they were sent to find, they opened the third one, a spartan was inside, he was in similar shape to the first one, cut in half. The squad was astonished that whatever did this could kill two ODST's and also a SPARTAN.

"Man whatever happened I don't think we need to be apart of it, this is deep shit, ONI SHIT!" Slanko yelled as he freaked out. They braced themselves for whatever horror lay inside the last coffin, Slanko opened it and all eyes focused on the space in it, all the marines eyes went wide as they just stared into it.

"Now, I wasn't expecting that..." Rodriguez mumbled as they couldn't stop speculating what had happened with this one. All that was in the coffin was, simply, nothing. It was empty.

A/N

So big question for my readers, Sequel or not?