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

Chapter 1. 4 Faith

                                                                            Pelican under fire
                                                                            Unknown location

"Sir, unknown hostiles below!" He snapped and took aim with his assault rifle when there was enough space for him to fire.

"Spartan, get out, engage and buy us time!" Wren ordered him.

"Sir?" The Staff Sergeant asked with a surprised tone.

"What?" Several marines muttered and one of them tried to ask the Captain what he was thinking. But another impact rocketed the dropship and the pilot cried something about being unable to target the hostiles.

"Sir!" The Spartan verified the order and took notice of a large tower underneath the slab of stone, guarded perfectly against attacks from above. They had flown the Pelican dropship to the edge of that platform, but the sustained enemy fire seemed to grow more intense with every meter they got closer to the tower. "Move us closer to the tower."

"You heard the Spartan, move it!" The Sergeant bellowed, but the pilot didn't even reply to then. Years of experience had taught these soldiers when to act immediately and when to act immediately without being ordered so.

Once he had been brought close enough and concluded that the ship couldn't safely approach the tower closer, the Spartan jumped.

On that moment, he didn't think about the possible armies stationed in the large city. He didn't think about the implications of cloaked men pulling fire out of thin air or possible consequences of those projectiles for the Pelican and Three-sixteen. The only thing that was on the super-soldier's mind was landing, breaching and killing.

He felt a hot feeling spread throughout his abdomen as the adrenaline flowed freely through his blood. Time seemed to slow and speed up simultaneously and he focused on the small building next to the tower, where he was going to land.

Except he wasn't attempting to land. He wasn't trying to get anywhere. He was going to land at his target. It was a fact. A given

While he aimed for the oddly built structure, he over-pressured the hydraulic gel-layer in his MJOLNIR armour and forced his limbs closer to his body, increasing his speed and reducing drag. Twenty meters and closing. He took notice of several red-clad men and women moving around between the rapidly growing buildings, but by the time they would arrive at his target he would have already breached it and moved up to the tower.

He placed his chin against his chestplate and prepared himself for the impact. The adrenaline that was raging through his body had given him enough time to analyze the situation, take actions and think of a plan. He knew what he was going to do and what it would mean to the command structure of his enemy.

His body crashed into the stone structure, smashing through the walls before they could stop him. He felt a series of rapid impacts jar his bones and teeth and his shielding dropped to ten percent when his suit impacted on the series of stones and other items with considerable speed.

He had made those jumps before, but almost never with the intent of using his own body as a bunker-buster to breach a stone structure.

Helia-009 had invented that particular technique.

The Spartan ignored the white flash that had appeared in front of his vision and staved off the shock of the impact, exploding into movement the very second he could. It was comparable to the so-called "golden hour" of the ODST's , where the very first hour after landing behind enemy lines was the most important.