When Destiny Burns, Ep. 1: A Halo and Inheritance Cycle Crossover

Chapter 1. 3 Faith

Hangar Bay One

Captain Wren had called him to the Hangar Bay to prep for a recon operation, investigating a possible UNSC colony to see if they could get help.

Spartan-007 didn't like that idea though. A UNSC Captain working for ONI, being the first one to possibly walk into a trap? With only seven marines supporting him? Unthinkable. They would only be wasting time down there.

He marched towards the Pelican that had been readied for the descent. With a total of eight humans and one Spartan sitting in the ship, it would be cramped. As such, he wanted to enter last. That way he could exit the ship sooner than the other personnel and neutralize any and all hostiles that would target the Captain upon touchdown. Their mission to rescue Math-011 had been compromised, but that wasn't a reason for the Captain to put himself in the line of fire.

He ignored the nervous stares of the seven marines that were gathered in the Hangar Bay and started to inspect the armaments of the Pelican. They might run into aerial hostiles; they needed enough munition to counter them. Aside from the usual supplies of MA5C Assault Rifle munition, there were also quite a few clips for the M6D Magnum series stored in the compartments.

Of course, this dropship would be armed for war; it was his own transport. Usually when he was assigned to a ship, it was because he needed a ride to the next objective. A Pelican would be specially rigged for atmospheric insertions, withstanding the high temperatures and possible AA fire for long enough so that he might get to the ground and commence his operation.

But this wouldn't be a combat-drop, according to the Captain. This would be a recon mission.

It didn't change anything. When things went hot, he wanted to be prepared.

While he grabbed a few weapons to keep at his person, the surface elevator opened and several crewmembers stepped out. One of them was the Captain.

He snapped his feels together and saluted, straightening his back. "Officer on deck!" He called and the seven marines who were present all snapped to attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen, at ease." The Captain spoke. He wore the standard black ONI officer outfit, with the four bars and single star that identified him as the senior officer in charge of the ship. "We have no idea what is down there. Could be a ruined civilization, could be a rebel base. What we do know is that they can provide us with the help we need. I tasked several engineers and naval officers with repairing the communication array; they will stay aboard the ship. Even if one of the groups fail, we will still be able to repair our disk."

"Sir, permission to speak?" One of the marines, a Corporal, asked.

"Permission granted."

"Sir, what the hell happened back there? Did we get forced back into Slipspace without having to recharge our engines?"

"Keep sharp marine!" One of the larger marines –the current Staff Sergeant- barked at the unfortunate soldier. "And use your brain this time! Noticed the sudden de-acceleration of the ship? The smooth ride we are enjoying at the moment? This ship just jumped out of Slipspace! How did we get there in the first place?"

"But Sarge," The marine complained, "I don't know how we got to Slipspace, we just jumped!"

"Why you-" The Sergeant growled, but the Captain spoke up again and everyone simply shut up he did.

"You encountered those drones at the Ark before," Wren stated, "Those Forerunner robots are capable of doing lots of things. I think one of them turned itself into a portal, or a Slipspace drive. It pulled us in and sent us here. It is our job to find out why. Sergeant?" The Captain asked, mentioning to the prepared dropship.