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

Chapter 12. 1 I choose to hate pt. 2

"Our new alliance with the Sangheili is...most fortunate for our technology levels. However, we cannot afford to allow them to continue recovering from their war efforts. If they were to grow in power once more, they could wreak havoc in the UNSC's ranks once more. Keep your Operations going Colonel, but do not allow any of our Secret-Spartans to work with them. I don't want any of the remaining twelve assets seeing the Elites as anything less than a hostile that needs to be put down."

"Admiral, our Spartans have spent years fighting the Elites. It would take them years to even get used to not killing those aliens on sight, let alone tolerating them."

"Are you trying to argue with me, Colonel?"

"N-no ma'am! I'll make the call right this moment!"

"Good boy."

Conversation between Admiral Parangosky and Colonel {REDACTED} - Confirm security clearance Alpho-4 with the nearest security officer

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"Speaking of gone; where is the other rider? I have been looking forward to speaking about his beautiful armour."

"I don't know."

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Secret-Spartan 007 eyed the street across of him carefully, watching for anything that moved that he had not seen prior. From his kneeled position underneath a rock outcropping he could see three dwarves scurrying across the stone path, heading for their homes to rest the coming night out. They would think that the darkness was filled with monsters –that they were safe in their houses.

The Dwarves got the first thing right. They messed the second thing up.

Luckily the Spartan was not after them. With Eragon and Saphira keeping Aeraleth company he was free to hunt down his true targets. Aeraleth was a big girl; she could fend for herself when the time came. The problem was that these streets and houses were built for tiny people. Tiny people that meant her harm. They might mean him harm too, but they couldn't really hurt him. No, in their stupidity they were more likely to attempt to harm the dragon, which was something that he could not allow.

The hostility of the veiled dwarves was something that he had already anticipated. His presence in the Varden had stirred up a hornet's nest purely because he was a rider. These dwarves seemed to have a problem with Eragon, who was a rider. They had a problem with him, as he was a second rider. How to get to him? Through his dragon. If the dwarves hated riders, they would know that particular fact.

He wanted to persuade them to leave his ally alone.

There were a few of the bearded dwarves standing on top of a stone wall, guarding for the night. The last dwarf closed the door behind him and with that the Spartan had a five-second window before one of the guards would turn around again.

He burst from his cover in the darkness and made for the nearest door –the door that led to the same hall as the veiled dwarves had filed into after their stupid attempt to threaten Eragon and him. They thought that they could get away with threatening him and his companion, so he would change their minds.

He reached the door, which was luckily made of wood. Most likely because the bold people wouldn't be able to open them again once they were closed. Nonetheless, he pried the lock apart with his knife and a small amount of force. The door clicked open and the Spartan quickly entered it before anyone could see him. Then he closed the door again.