Houseki No Kuni: Homecoming

Prologue

A/N: Hey guys Spartan889 reporting in! Its been awhile since I made a fic. Well, I kinda recently got hooked in Houseki No Kuni franchise. And boy, was it a blast reading the manga and watching the anime.

Have to say, gotta love Phos alot in the series and manga.

So after watching the anime, I decided to pop to FF.Net to read some fanfics but was disturb by the serious lack of crossovers with the franchise and sci fi anime in general. That was when an idea came up to me. This story was born.

Also, I do not own Halo and Houseki No Kuni. They belong to their respective owners and producers.

Now with that out of the way, I hope you guys truly enjoy this idea which I may cultivate it further. Please fav, follow and comment!

This takes place after Halo 3 ending, Houseki No Kuni Ep 4 and halfway through EP 5.

See ya! Spartan889 out!

P.S: It's been two to three years since I last wrote a fanfic, so constructive criticism is welcomed.

Prologue: Homecoming

11, December, 2552...

Installation 00 "The Ark", Replacement Halo Ring,

Cliff face near the control room...

BAM!!!

'One down...fifty more to go...'

Up the cliffs near to the control room entrance was a Spartan II. In cladding of the Mjolnir VI armor, Though it was peppermint in color, metal plating, and the skinsuit hugging the Spartan feminine form. Inscribed on the right side of her breastplate were two digits '69' written in white bold.

The Spartan was in a prone position, an SRS-99D-S2 in hand. Her target, the hordes of Flood combat forms roaming the small empty snowfield before her. Pulling the trigger, the Anti Material Rifle roars, echoing across the snow valley, dispensing another 14.5x114mm APFSDS round, nailing an infected Shanghelli combat form.

'two down....forty-nine more...' She mentally counted, keeping track of the attacking flood combat forms and two individuals fighting their way through the endless horde of rotting flesh both alien and human alike. Master Chief John-117, humanity's greatest soldier and beside him, the Covenant Separatist leader. The Arbiter.

She kept track of the two individuals, plowing through the rotting obstacles with little difficulty, yet it didn't deter her one bit from providing constant sniper overwatch. Again, she finds another target. An infected human form carrying a Rocket Launcher.

BAM!!!

The flood form hits the ground, its upper torso separated from its legs.

She spots another target, already aiming the barrel of the sniper at the combat form, ready to pull the trigger. Before she could take it out, the combat form was engulfed by a bright ruby-red beam. Leaving behind a pair of burnt rotting legs.

She turns her helmet head to her right. Next to her was no other than the legendary cigar-chomping mother of all badasses. Sgt Avery Johnson. And in his hands was his mighty M6 Galilean Nonlinear Rifle. Ignoring the legendary marine in all his glory, the Spartan continues her sniper overwatch.

"We got you covered Chief, don't stop." She radioed over, a short glance to the top right of her Heads-Up-Display revealed that her sniper had only three shots left. Frowning, she looks through the scope again, this time picking her targets carefully. Noting the flying forms of local Sentinels dealing with the other forms did little to dwindle their numbers.