The Alliance sped through the stars, avoiding any/every danger. The frigate being a dwarf compared to other ships, as it only held a crew of one pilot and one AI. But, it held a wide range of weaponry. UNSC and a collection of Covenant were in the armories. She may of held one crew member but, can't help to not be prepared.
Aboard this ship was a unheard legend. He was a heavy weapons specialist, but also a CQB kind of guy too. The mysterious solider was a danger to all.His service tag was 'E404". That being a remark to the old error computers got back in the years.
This solider was a SPARTAN II, Not used in any other missions for the UNSC so was put out of service for a time while Master Chief handled the new threat of the new HALO. E404 had once had a team-mate but she was put in MIA when a slip-space jump failed and sent her to an unknown planet.
Back on the ship, the marine was heading to the armor configuration center to modify his suit. His red MARK V was good, no argue there, but was clearly out of its time. He would still use it of course but, not now.
"Raven, bring some information on the pieces of armor I have." a strange deep voice emitted from the helmet of the SPARTAN. His AI quickly complied by sending a long list of helmets. shoulder pieces and chests.
SPARTAN II ARMOR
IN SERVICE:
HELMETS
MARK VI
ROGUE
RECON
MARK V
EVERY COLOR AVAILABLE. AS LONG AS ITS BLACK
CHESTS:
MARK VI
CQB
EOD
EVERY COLOR AVAILABLE
SHOULDERS:
MARK VI
CQB
HAYABUSA
SCOUT
RED,BLUE.GREEN,BLACK,WHITE AND YELLOW ONLY.
" Raven, can you set the Mark VI armor ready?"
"All of it?" The AI asked.
"No, just the helmet, In white." His COMMs ticked off as he walked past the hanger bay, that held two M12 Force Application Vehicle. AKA: The Warthog, or as a set of other SPARTANS called it; The Puma. One AV-14 Attack VTOL (The Hornet) and three M274 Ultra-Light All-Terrain Vehicle (The Mongoose). As I said before, can't help to not be prepared.
The metal floor boards creaked a bit when the half-tonne beast stomped through the hallways. A few pictures were in boards, most of recruitment posters for the United Nations Space Command. Some even of him when security cameras zoomed in on him.
'I still don't see why she put those up' The behemoth thought.
"Suits ready yet?"
"Of course." came a reply that was trying to mimic its the person who asked such a ridiculous question.
Later...
"You're like my knight in shinning armor."
The SPARTAN was now a strange mixture of armour. MARK VI helmet, Hayabusa shoulders and CQB chest, with a large knife and armour abilities programmed in, and I mean all armour abilities.
"Be quiet" Replied the SPARTAN, his voice strained.
"Why? What is it?" A worried AI filled the COMMs.
"Don't you hear that?" A loud scream flooded the air. E404 Ran down the halls, trying to find the origins of the noise. His search ended by the engines. They were smoking, leaking a strange purple substance. "Bollocks".
" Slip-space rupture! coming from... Oh no."
"What?!"
"Its coming from our ship!"
"ERROR. SLIP-SPACE JUMP FAIL. UNKNOWN LOCATION HAS BEEN SET." A warning coming up on every screen in the place.
"Oh Sh-"
The ship was sucked into a giant blue portal.
High above the skies of Equestria was a small metal bird. Wings sprouted from each side of the beast and another couple on the rear. It did not move, it did not make a noise. It just was there. An un-moving guardian angel, that watches all and hears all.
But what was on this ship was a force to be reckoned with. It stood over 7 feet, an orange set of armor and a large stick with a scope of some sort on top. This metal monster was lying against a wall, waiting for something by the looks of it.
It has been 42 weeks since the object has arrived and a small purple circle has appeared in the north. It has been seen firing large purple lasers into space every two days.
The natives have signed it off as a natural occurrence but, The princess knows better. She looks up at the object every night, while also looking up at the moon to see if her beloved sister is alright.
" Luna, if you were here right now," she sniffed. " This would be so much easier." Celestia turned around trotting back to her quarters. By the grand doors she whispered three words that could be heard by all, but at the same time, heard by none. It was not 'I love you' but the a simple sentence.
"Why Luna, Why?"
-it!"
" Raven, where we?!" The SPARTAN II asked, his voiced filled with worry.
" Maps needing to be updated here!" Came the reply from the yellow AI
"... God-Dammit!" Screamed the Armoured soldier. Punching a wall while doing so. A new window to the docking bay was crafted. The engines on the ship were failing, and you know why.
The Alliance was falling, straight into an open field. The SPARTAN ordered the AI to try to keep altitude, it was a close call. But the only damage made was a couple of major dents to the soil below.
Up above, the pelican was watching. Sending a distress call straight to the ship.
" Mayday, mayday, this is Spartan II 11-63-73-Omega-403. My pelican has ran out of fuel and has been stuck in the skies of this planet for nearly a year. I can't survive turning into Forge mode anymore. Recourses running dangerously low, I may be a SPARTAN, but I'm still human. Please, send Evac!"
Somewhere, deep on the compounds of the marines mind was a scary fought.
" That was the ship that sent me here."
"Sir, we have a distress call from... That can't be right..."
"What? Who is it?"
"It's Her."
The Pelican slowly started to look down at the frigate, its engines sparking to life. There may not be any fuel left, but having an entire list of objects that could be created in a matter of seconds, that little detail doesn't matter. The metal bird approached at an alarmingly fast rate.
" Collision Warning! Slowing the engi-". A orange plated fist was smashed into the screen.
'10...9...7...6...' She started to count down.' 3..2...' Her body shortened and rounded, her visor turning blue and becoming a circle with the marathon symbol placed on it. The suit of armor became a shiny metal, and glowed a eerie red. The Pelican abruptly stopped and crash landed into the ground. 403 flew into the hanger bay and had a little look at the vehicles in the there with her.
" Let's add some style to this place" She said out loud. A menu in the corner of her vision popped up. She scrolled down to the (totally not OP) weaponry. 'UNSC...Covenant... Forerunner? That's new...' She opened the page.
- Somewhere else on the ship-
404 was sprinting down every hall that he came across. Finding nothing but dust and echoes he continued to the bays. On the way down a small picture of him and his team, including the two Elites that rebelled when Chief hijacked the Forerunner dreadnought.
He continued to sprint, a pinch faster then before to avoid the memories that nearly destroyed his life.
"Sir, we have footage of a monitor in the hanger." Raven advised.
403 was confused. A new set of weapons and building blocks had been added to her menu. She was only halfway though the menu too! Just as she opened the Vehicle menu, her menu picked up a friendly. 'What the hell?'
Before she closed the forge menu, a large force attacked her from the back. She tried to change back, but failed miserably.
"Come here you son of a-" The voice was cut off by an immense heat burning its hands.
"YOU!"
A large red laser shot into the SPARTAN, Making him slide back a inch. The monitor was staring straight at him, its one eye steaming.
404's shields had been obliterated by the move, but the robot couldn't use another move like that again.
"My turn."
A Little metal pole formed in his hands, spikes on both sides and had faint blue markings on it. There was a button on the underside, he pressed it.
A blue glow appeared and formed two large energy swords, the glow swirled around 404's arm and just waved around him. It would be pretty cool, if 403's butt wasn't about to handed to her.
403 quickly returned to her SPARTAN form and tried to fire a weapon she found earlier. It was too late, the two spikes were already through her stomach. Blood splattered over a mongoose that was behind her. She hit the floor, knees first.
"You win this one, sir" Was her last breath.
Until...
"RESPAWNING IN, 3...2...1..."
She appeared not that far away on a white marker pointing to the north.
"Good job 403, nearly beat me there." 404 said smugly.
"Shut it." Was her only reply.
It was silent for a couple of minutes.
"So, what planet is this?"
"Unknown, but there is a lot of sentient creatures here, most are unbelievably stupid and thick, but I have had contact with a talking winged unicorn, so yeah."
If 404's helmet could show his expression, it would look like this; ಠ_ಠ.
"Oh, yeah, It was breathing on the moon too."
"Raven, explain life please."
"Well life is-" she was cut off."That was a joke, right?"
404 nodded. "Oh."
"So, even after you have met all those alien races, Talking horses surprise you?"
"Its just that... You know what? Screw it." He said as he looked over the pile of new weapons in the corner. "What."
"We have new objects in monitor mode!" 403 said as as she turned back to her alternate form. "Lets see the new vehicles..."
The other SPARTAN was rummaging the pile finding a load of oddly coloured orange guns. He tried to use one, but when it defied gravity, he nope.avied out of that bitch. Before he could curse some more, a extremely loud clash was heard from behind.
He swirled round faster then lightning and saw something amazing, something beautiful, something so eye-pleasing, he nearly fainted. It was a UNSC HRUNTING/YGGDRASIL Mark IX Armor Defense System, Or as I like to call it... "The Mantis".
It was every heavy weapons guy's dream to have this bad boy. It seemed to be quite small, but as it was a MECH, it looked like legs, that were bent. So this thing was well over 7 feet.
"What Is T-that?!"
"My new toy!" Replied 403 with joy.
"Sir, might I imply that we are over an unknown planet, with a teammate we have not seen for a couple of years, and we have company from them." Raven said as she appeared in front of them on, pointing at one red and another one blue pegasi near the hanger windows. They gasped when the two behemoths looked other.
"Should I?" 404 said with glee.
"Go ahead." 403 replied.
The same Energy Sword from before appeared and like before. Activated in the coolest motion ever. Of all time.
They were paralyzed with fear. (The ponies) They didn't try to fly off, but just hovered there. Sweat beading down their heads.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
That was either their hearts or the machines footsteps, you decide. But, now the two quadrupeds were staring at a strange orange glass.
"Sup, Bitches."