Night Raid Plays Halo

Outskirts

A/N: To the reviewers, I know that you want me to re-edit, I won't add those people since I'm only going to show them in a Flood chapter. Also, I already mentioned that this is already in the anniversary graphics, so to that one reviewer, your request has already been granted.

P.S. the polls is in my profile and it will be closed by next week. So, try to cast your votes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Akame ga Kiru and Halo, they belong to their rightful and respectful owners.

Before they all start the mission, Delta has something to say. "Reclaimers, I got a surprise for you." She said as she bounced.

"What is it?" Tatsumi asked.

"When you complete the next three missions, meet me in this location at night." She soon pinpointed a location in their map. She knew that they're going to need more firepower to defeat the Empire, so she decided to give them something that will surprise them.

"Wonder what she will give us." Was everyone's thought as they resume the game.

(Cutscene)

Three Pelicans rocket away from UNSC In Amber Clad, jet engines thundering, and spear out towards New Mombasa. The Assault Carrier Solemn Penance hovers high over the city, Gravity Lift engaged.

CortanaCOM: "The message just repeats. Regret, Regret, Regret."

John-117 watches from the stern of a Pelican as the clouds roll by below.

Commander KeyesCOM: "Catchy. Any idea what it means?"

A convoy of Warthogs are seen as the Pelicans pass over them.

Sergeant JohnsonCOM: "Dear Humanity...we regret being alien bastards. We regret coming to Earth."

Inside the cockpit of the Pelican, Johnson leans against the bulkhead behind the two pilots.

Sergeant Johnson: "And we most definitely regret that the Corps just blew up our raggedy-ass fleet!"

Pilots: (in unison) "Oo-rah!"

"You tell 'em, Johnson!" Leone cheered.

"It's just a name." Najenda reminded her.

CortanaCOM: "Regret is a name, Sergeant.

"Thank you." Najenda said again.

CortanaCOM: The name of one of the Covenant's religious leaders. A Prophet. He's on that carrier, and he's calling for help."

"That's what you get for invading your enemy's planet with just a small fleet." Esdeath shook her head in disappointment to Regret being an incompetent fleet master.

A Marine sniper-spotter team lies prone on a rooftop, and the Pelicans fly over their position.

MarineCOM: "Immediate: Grid kilo two-three is hot. Recommend mission abort."

"Really?" Leone's muttered.

"Well, there might be something that could go haywire." Mine added.

PilotCOM: "Roger, recon. (to Johnson) It's your call, Sarge."

Sergeant Johnson: "We're going in. Get tactical, Marines!"

Cut to an interior shot of the Pelican's troop bay. A Marine loads rounds into his Battle Rifle and cocks the weapon, while a sharpshooter examines a magazine before slotting it into his Sniper Rifle. A third Marine puts on a helmet,tapping it to make sure it's tight. The Master Chief stands silently, gazing at the streets below.