Light from another Place

*Authors note* Hello fellow gamers and readers alike. My name is DemonicalFox777 as that is my writer persona and gaming persona as well. This fanfiction is going to be about a slightly alternate version to Halo: Reach. I won't release the details in the author's notes so as to keep things from getting stale. If your want the details you're going to have to read. Please leave a comment or review. Flames are welcome. Now let's begin the story. *End Author's notes*

"Six, are you sure you can fly this thing?" Jorge asked. "I was a pilot in the Sabre Program before I was transferred to Noble Team; I know this thing better than the people who built it." I answered with confidence in his voice as Jorge transferred to the pelican that would carry the slip space bomb. "Let's just board the carrier already." Jorge said.

40 minutes of flight later:

"Incoming plasma, hold on tight." I called out. I piloted the Sabre through a complex set of evasive maneuvers to avoid the deadly plasma. "All available Sabres disengage any banshees and focus on those plasma turrets. Let the Savanna take care of their fighters." I ordered. Two Sabres flew along the hull of the carrier and fired rockets into the turrets, igniting their ammunition. "You've got a clear path to the boarding point, get to it, we've got this." The Savanna ordered. "All pilots form up on me; we're taking the fight inside." I ordered. All the Sabres landed on the platform. The troopers jumped out from the sabre cockpit as the glass slid back, and signaled ready. I jumped down through the shielding and landed on an Ultra. I wasted no time in severing the spinal column. The marines jumped down afterwards. They moved more slowly than I did since they didn't have a Spartan suit that simulated artificial gravity. They had enough gear to keep them rooted to the floor when they walked, but when they jumped they tumbled through the air.

One of the marines tripped over a piece of equipment that was lying around and tumbled into the elite's line of sight. The elite took half a second to come out of its shock induced stupor then alerted its brethren. "Shit, shit, shit!" The marine cursed as he scrambled back to the safety of the cover to avoid being roasted by the plasma fire. We'll, you know what they say", one of the marines said, "If you're going to fuck it up, get it out of the way early." Another finished. They returned fire and steadily pushed the elites back into the hangar. "Six what's taking so long?" Jorge asked over the comms. "They didn't just roll over and let us waltz right into the hangar, Jorge. We kind of have to shoot our way through!" I yelled through the comms as I fired a round into a skirmisher's head. So far the push into the hangar had been one hellish cluster fuck. The elites were everywhere and they deployed lots of the plasma cover barriers. They were determined to kill us. It was only through sheer determination that we were able to push this far, but weren't getting any farther because they pinned us down in the hallway entrance to the hangar. I was only able to get a few shots off here and there before I had to retreat back into cover to avoid plasma fire. "What the fuck do we do now?" One of the marines yelled out.

"Corporal", I called out, "Take some of your men and make a run for the left platform on my mark. Everyone else is to cover them while I flank right." I ordered. I brought up a hand and started to count down from three, when I reached zero I clenched my fist and brought it down. "Now!" The corporal and three of his men ran left while I ran right and the remaining three marines started firing wildly in the direction of the elites. The plan worked. From this elevation we could start to pick off the elites. Once a clear path along the left wall was made I dashed from my platform on the right side of the room all the way to the shield door. The corporal saw what I was planning and called out "Cover that Spartan, get their attention over here!" I ran across the room and jumped up to the platform witch was considerably easy since the artificial gravity was still only at a fraction of normal gravity. I stabbed the jackal that was up there and pushed the button on the console that was being projected off one of the platform's support pillars. The console emitted a soft ding as the hangar's protective barrier deactivated.

"The barrier is down, just a heads up though, there's a firefight in the hangar." I said into the comms. "What they didn't give you a nice welcome party?" Jorge asked sarcastically over the comms as the pelican flew in through the left side hangar shield. The pelican's chain gun fired BMG rounds at the remaining covenant. Once they were all dead, the pelican touched down on the deck. Jorge hopped out of the back as the rear hatch descended and a couple of marines grabbed some weapon cases out of the back. They propped them up against one of the walls while I walked over to Jorge. "Have a nice flight?" I asked. "Bit of a rough ride." Jorge said with a shrug. "Spartan", the corporal called out, "re-arm if you need to, but we have to put this carrier on a refueling track so we can detonated this bomb."

Jorge nodded. "He's right; I'll stay here and protect our ride out while you and the marines take the control room." He said. I nodded my head. One of the doors to the hangar let out a beep and the lights started to flicker right before it opened and grunts ran out with the elites right behind. I ran over to the weapon cases and grabbed a shotgun and fired a shell into an elite's chest killing it. The marines started to fire rounds into the grunts while Jorge kept the elites pinned with suppressive fire from his hand held MMG. Once the covenant squad laid dead we moved on through the doorway that they had come from while Jorge stayed behind. We made it through the first hallway when we received more plasma fire from a room at the end of the hallway. Two elite, an Ultra and a General, were using the hallway as a choke point to halt our advances.

"Corporal, pop a frag in there!" I yelled from my cover in an alcove in the wall. The Corporal, who was hiding in an alcove across the hallway, nodded and pulled a fragmentation grenade off his belt, primed it, and tossed it down the hallway. The elites stopped their suppressive fire to roll out of the way of the explosive blast. I took the opportunity and ran ahead with my shotgun at the ready. The Ultra's shields were taken with the grenade and the General's shields where flashing to life at half strength. I quickly pulled the trigger on the Ultra, the buckshot easily penetrating his armor without its shields. I turned to do the same to the General but he had come out of his stupor. When I turned to pull the shotgun on him he grabbed it by the barrel and wrenched it from my hands. It clattered to the floor as the elite grabbed me by my through and lifted my off the ground. Suddenly there was a roar of gunfire as the marines ran into the room. The bullets impacted with the General's shields as they flared to life, but didn't penetrate them. One of the marines ran up to the General and tackled him around the waist. He didn't go down, but it was enough for him to let me go. I joined the marine in his brawl against the elite who was currently winning. I ran over to them and tackled the elite finally bringing him down. The Corporal ran over to us with my shotgun in hand and put a shell in the General's face. The buckshot went through his remaining shields without much problem, and killed him. I picked my-self off the ground and took my shotgun from the Corporal with a thank you. We moved further on down the hallway until we came to a door.

On the other side of it we could hear the roar of the ships guns firing the deadly plasma at the Savannah. The door opened to a large room. On the left was the ship's guns and on the right side of the room was the plasma batteries feeding the guns. There was only one occupant in the room, an Ultra that was bussing himself with firing the ship's guns. I silently ran over to him after doing another check of the room to make sure that there weren't any stealth units in there, and slipped my combat knife into the base of his skull. He let out a death gurgle as he choked on his own blood, and then slumped down to the floor. I removed my knife from his head and whipped if on his armor before replacing it in its sheath on my left shoulder as the Savannah radioed over the coms. "Sabre team, this is Savannah Actual, were taken major damage, we won't last much longer out here!" They called out.

"Savannah, disengage and get out of there!" Jorge ordered. "Negative, negative, they've hit the reactor!" The Savannah's rear hull exploded into twisted fragments of scrap metal and the rest of the ship followed suit. "The Savannah's gone Six, we've got no cover out here. Get to the bridge and put this thing on a refueling track with that super carrier." Jorge said in a solemn voice. The marines and I regrouped at the far side of the room and went in through the door. Another hallway greeted us and at the end of that hallway was another door. On the other side of that door was the bridge. The door opened with a small beep and hiss and we walked through. We expected deadly plasma to greet our presence, but instead nothing.

Inside the bridge where some elites and a few grunts, all too busy with the battle outside to take notice of the intruders on the bridge. I took a plasma grenade that I had taken from the Ultra in the other room and primed it. It came to life with a whine and I threw it at the nearest elite. It stuck to the back of his head and exploded before he even knew what had happened. The bridge erupted in gun fire and plasma, the elites and grunts firing their weapons and the marines doing the same. One of the marines tossed a frag grenade into group of elites to scatter them. I moved in with my shotgun at the ready and ejected a shell into an elite's chest, killing him. I ejected the spent shell out of the gun and immediately targeted another elite. A stealth elite had had gotten close enough to the marines to through a plasma grenade at the marines. The grenade stuck to one of the marines and blew up with a bang. Two of the marines died in the explosion and another lost his hand. This only served to motivate me to finish the fight even quicker. I quickly took care of the elites, and of them being a general and collected grenades and a plasma sword.

Once that was done I put the corvette on a refueling track with the supercarrier. I walked over the remaining marines. Only two of them were still alive, the one with the missing hand and the Corporal. The Corporal seemed physically fine if not a bit shaken up, but the marine with the missing hand was bleeding heavily. I activated the energy sword and pressed the flat of the blade to the bleeding stump. It stank of seared flesh and boiling blood. The marine nodded his thanks through clenched teeth and stood on shaky feet and braced his handless arm over the Corporal's shoulder and dew his sidearm. "We've got to get back to the pelican, let's move." I ordered. They nodded and we proceeded down the hallway that we came through before. We entered the room that housed some of the carrier's guns. A door at the far end of the room at the base of the ramp opened up to reveal a squad of grunts with an elite to boot.

They wasted no time in opening fire on us. I moved in front of the marines to shield them from the brunt of the plasma fire. The marines hobbled over to an alcove in the room and took cover. I ran to the opposite side of the room and took cover behind one of the control consoles for the guns. I swapped my shotgun out for my DMR and began sending rounds into the lone elite's shields, which began to flare up in defiance. The marines began to pick off the grunts while I dropped the elite. We moved on through the room and the hallways all the way back to the hangar which had erupted into a firefight in the ten minutes that we were gone. The marines flanked right over to the pelican and began trading rounds with the jackals.

I grabbed a sniper rifle from one of the weapon cases and ran up to one of the upper levels. I braced myself against the support pillar and started to fire rounds into key targets. The sniper rifle easily penetrated the elite's shields and helmets. The marines, even with the added sniper fire and Jorges heavy machine gun, they got pinned down by the jackals. One of them got the courage to rush the marine's position. He jumped over the barricade and bashed the Corporal with his shield and turned his attention on the wounded marine. The Jackal fired a charged shot from its plasma pistol. The over charged plasma melted his skin and left a sizzling hole where the marines face was. I fired a round into the Jackals head. "Corporal, regroup with Jorge, your position's compromised!" I yelled over the fire fight. He stood up on shaky feet of his own and retrieved the fallen marine's dog tags. Shouldering his rifle, he moved over to Jorge and the pelican and began to pick off targets. We had almost taken out the last of the elites when a door on the other side of the hangar opened up and a large group of elites ran though baring their weapons. An Ultra took notice of my position and charged up his plasma launcher.

"OH SHIT!" I yelled. He let go of the trigger and the plasma launched from the weapon and landed near me on the platform. The explosives went off and sent me flying over the edge of the platform. I impacted with the floor directly on my left shoulder and I felt something break. I rolled to my feet while holding my shoulder and tried to get over the pelican to regroup. However, an elite jumped onto my back and pulled me to the ground. Before he could do anything else he was gunned down. I looked over to who had fired the shots and saw the Corporal with his rifle in hand and the barrel smoking. He gave a small smile and turned his attention to the rest of the fight going on. I picked myself off the ground for a second time and resumed hobbling over to the pelican. An elite started to run at me with its plasma rifle drawn. I grabbed my rifle from my back with my one good hand and pulled the trigger. The gun gave an unsatisfying click. I glanced down at it and saw that the barrel was warped from the plasma launcher. I threw the gun down and grabbed my combat knife from its sheath and got into a CQC stance. The elite stopped a few feet away and examined me. "You fight by the blade; you will die by it!" He yelled in garbled English. He holstered his weapon and drew his energy sword and activated it. We circled around a few time until he swung at me in a large arc. I ducked under his swing and plunged my knife in between his shoulder blade and his ribs. He yelled out and back handed me away from him sending my knife away from me. I landed on the ground with a thud and was dazed by the impact. The elite walked up to me and placed his hoof on my chest, steadily applying more pressure. Just as he was about to plunge his sword into me I shifted under him and the blade instead up plunging into my chest severed my left arm at the shoulder. I screamed out in intense agony. Jorge heard this and turned towards me and fired his machine gun at the elite. The bullets ripped through the elite's shielding and armor like paper and he fell over dead. Jorge walked over to me and pulled me to my feet with my one good and remaining arm and hauled me back over to the pelican.

He set me down against the side of the pelican and ordered the Corporal to try and patch me up. I was still dazed from the fight and the loss of blood to pay much attention to anything, I almost didn't feel the bio foam being injected directly into my armless shoulder, almost. A few minutes later the fighting stopped and Jorge walked around the side of the pelican lugging his gun as always. He gave me a glance and then proceeded to check the bomb. "Dammit." He mumbled. "So it's going to be like that." I stood up on shaky legs and with the Corporal's help walked over to him. He looked at me and then the Corporal. "I've got good news and bad news. The good news is that the pelican is trashed so the only way off this heap is gravity." "And the good news?" I asked wearily. "That was the good news. Bad news is that the bomb took some damage and remote detention is a no go. I'll stay behind; you two get down there and finish the fight." He said. "No, they're going to need you down there. Besides, I won't survive an atmospheric re-entry, not with this." I said while taking a look at the stump where my arm used to be. Jorge nodded and looked at the Corporal. "So where does that leave you?" He asked.

"I don't-"He never got to finish his sentence as an elite fired a round from his needle rifle in a last ditch retaliation then slumped over finally dead. "Get going Jorge. You don't have much time." I stated. He nodded and walked to the hangar shield and looked over his shoulder. "Thanks." He said. "Don't thank me till it's over. And tell them to make it count." After that he jumped out of the hangar and began his descent to Reach. I waited for the carrier to come into close enough proximity of the super carrier to detonate the bomb. Once I came into close enough proximity to the super carrier I inputted the detonation code. There was a high pitch whine as the slip space drive warmed up and then a blinding light.