Spartan's Never Die

What's up world this is SpartanPrime101 and…wait…is this…YES LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS IS MY VERY OWN HALO-OVERWATCH CROSSOVER FANFICTION! OH man I'm so excited for this! After watching Overwatch trailers, teaser clips and livestreams on Youtube I've decided to write my very own Halo-Overwatch Crossover story.

Please review your thoughts and tell me if you like it or not…and this may/may not be a slight harem story…so the story may be bumped up from T to M rated in the future.

Well, strap yourselves in folks and grab your drinks and snacks…It's time for an OVERWATCH CROSSOVEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR GOD I'M EXCITED!

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"Speaking"

'Thought'

'Past-tense'

"Radio/Comlink speech"

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My Spartan II's Armor (Halo 5 design):

Rank: Chief Petty Officer

Specialty: CQC, Heavy Ordinance

First Color: Green

Second Color: Red

Helmet: Warrior

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{Chapter 1: Heroes Never Die)

Unknown Forerunner Shield Planet, Sigma Leo System

Early-Afternoon, June 13th, 2554

The SPARTAN-II Chief Petty Officer Sierra-101 'Michael' gazed around the vast chamber as the gathered scientists and analysts moved and paced between the large pieces of equipment needed to monitor and analyse the still active Forerunner-built ruins.

A few weeks ago, the UNSC had discovered a previously unknown Forerunner Shield World just a short distance from the planet Gracemaria – the utopian center of the outer colonies throughout the Leo-Sigma System. As the major naval and army-based military colony in that system, Gracemaria's military prowess was regarded as second only to that of Reach and Earth. Despite having only started ten days before, the excavation team sent to the world were still conducting observations while excavating the ruins at the same time. As of yet only the South and Western portion of the chamber had been unearthed, while the remaining area was still buried in layers of stone and rubble.

Michael was the lone SPARTAN-II assigned to the UNSC Prague, one of the few Marathon-class Heavy Cruisers to survive the thirty-year long war. Besides its purpose as an all-out warfare naval vessel, it was also designed to provide close range fire support for military and civilian operations throughout the Sigma Leo system. And with the increase of Covenant-Loyalist activity in the surrounding systems during the last few months, the UNSC Navy High Command was anxious that an attack on the newly discovered world was inevitable. As such, the Prague was despatched to deliver supplies and provide close-range naval support for the excavation team, along with a platoon of UNSC Marines, sixteen M12 Warthogs, eight M808B Scorpion Main Battle Tanks and a flight of AH-14 Hornet gunships.

Reaching up, he de-polarized and removed his Mk. V helmet, revealing an Irish-Norwegian-Canadian face with stark blue eyes, dirty brown hair and a light goatee, with a faded scar over his right eye. He was wearing the new hybrid MJOLNIR Mk. V Gen-2 armor. While smaller and lighter than the venerable Mk-VI armor still worn by other S-II's at the time, the Gen-2 was still a formidable piece of equipment. It could take the same punishment, was more flexible and came with a built-in thrust pack, armor lock and the new 'Ground Pound/Spartan Charge' ability.

Along with his fellow S-II compatriots, Michael was enlisted into the SPARTAN-II Program in 2517, under the guidance and authority of Dr. Catherine Elizabeth Halsey. However, unlike his fellow 'enlistees', Michael was the only candidate to have willingly volunteered to join the program. A few days after his sixth birthday, his family was murdered by Insurrectionist pirates while traveling between Earth and the colony of Gracemaria. Upon arrival, he had been registered into the Gracemarian General Children's Hospital-Orphanage just hours before Halsey and Mendez arrived to investigate his DNA schematics.

This enabled Halsey to take Michael under her care without the use of a flash clone and convince him to consider the benefits – and the risks – of what she had planned for him as a S-II candidate. To her shock and surprise, Michael had instantly volunteered to undergo the S-II training and augmentation procedures, if only so that he could join the military and honor/avenge his family's murder.

However, he had a few personal conditions to joining the S-II program…

He got to listen to some of his favorite music in his private time…

And he got to call himself Spartan Prime.

Amused by his conditions, Halsey took him back to the Reach FLEETCOM Military Complex to be indoctrinated into the program, following which she departed to investigate soon to be John-117 on the colony of Eridanus IV. Even after she had returned and the arrival of the other candidates, Halsey eventually came to see Michael as a second son after John-117. Unfortunately, Michael's tendency to resort to conventional/honorable tactics such as fair play and head-on combat earned him the nickname of "Decoy" amongst most of his fellow S-II's. Despite making friends with a few S-IIs, including 052-Jorge, 023-Daisy, 141-Cal and Sierra 1337, he would still remain at odds with his fellow trainees throughout the duration of their training.

It was in the year 2525, the same year he and his fellow Spartans received their augmentations, that the Covenant had arrived and glassed the colony of Harvest.

This was but the first engagement in a war which lasted nearly thirty years, with humanity being pushed to the near brink of extinction. If not for the discovery of Halo and the splitting of the Covenant in 2552, the war would have ended with humanity all but wiped out by the Covenant's unrelenting wrath.

Once he was satisfied that his helmet's systems were functioning properly, he brought his left gauntlet up and activated his wrist-based 'Artemis-I' unit (Halo 5 'Artemis' reference). Said tool was an ONI device that enabled its user to hack, download and/or document almost any computer database in a matter of seconds – be it human or alien in nature.

Michael then made a quick last-minute check over his weaponry. His arsenal consisted of a specialized issue PDR skin M90 Shotgun, a mixed assortment of fragmentation and Plasma grenades, two M7 SMG's with extra ammo clips attached to his thighs, and his personalized Multiple Launch Rocket System-1 Hydra "Typhon" Gyroc Launcher. Michael was also armed with twin wrist-plasma daggers, both retrieved from a Sangheili Zealot he had defeated back during the Battle of Reach in August, 2552. And attached to his waist was the hilt of his Golden-Rod Energy Sword, granted to him as a symbol of his acceptance within the Nor'illema Warrior Clan of Sangheilios. Unlike the standard Energy Sword, the Nor'illema variant was equipped with a plasma hand guard that protected the wielders hand and wrist in combat.

Placing his helmet back on, Michael pulled out his personal Hard Light-Plasma Energy Axe: At nearly 2-feet long, the prototype Forerunner-based energy weapon represented a cross between the Viking stone/steel axe and the bronze sword used by the original Spartans at the Battle of Thermopylae. Activating it, Michael noted the golden-rod glow that emitted from the curved blades from either side of the shaft, and the wrist-shield that sprung from the handle around his fist and lower arm. Despite its size, the Energy Battle Axe was surprisingly light and easy to wield in close-range combat, allowing him to use little effort against multiple enemies. In addition, it had a self-recharging system which constantly recycled the plasma energy emitted from the blades while in use, allowing him to wield it for long periods of time.

To anyone else, it was overkill. To Michael, however, it was exactly what he needed to get the job done.

And having saved his ass more than once throughout his career as a SPARTAN-II Commando, this sense of overkill was well worth its value.

Having finished inspecting his weaponry, the Spartan watched the scientists continue their work to decipher the hieroglyphics flashing across the monitor screens. For a brief instant, he looked towards a young analyst working at one of the main monitors near the center of the open chamber. Said analyst was a young woman with short blond hair, Caucasian skin and light brown eyes, and appeared to be in her mid-twenties. On any other occasion, she would've been the subject of allure in the eyes of UNSC Marine Corps or Army Ranger recruits.

However, for Michael, her beauty did little more than bring up past memories of sorrow and lose...especially those concerning a fellow Spartan who had perished decades ago.

Shaking his head, he returned to his vigil of the scientists analysing and documenting the forerunner structures around him.

Little did he realize that, as fate would have it, the next few minutes would shape his future and that of others elsewhere now and forever – be it for the better or for worse.

"Dr. Xanthium; you'd better come look at this." One of the scientists called out from his position at the main console next to a large a bluish hard-light energy platform. Said platform was surrounded by four pillars connected from the floor to the ceiling. The pillars glowed from the blue plasma energy that powered the conduits throughout the chamber, slowly flickering on and off as it traveled through the extending energy veins in the walls and floor.

At the moment, one of the scientists was examining what appeared to be a hard-light control panel on the edge of said platform, possibly attempting to access any potential information contained within its databanks.

"Dr. Xanthium, you'd better come see this."

The head archaeologist/scientist, Dr. Theodore M. Xanthium, approached the central structure at which his attention had been directed.

"Talk to me, Richardson; what's happening?"

"We're picking up some weird energy readings on the spectrograph" the now identified Richardson read out the fluctuation bars displayed on the screen. "The energy output of this structure is fluctuating all over the scale, and is causing some sort of splash effect on the surrounding structures."

Xanthium frowned. "I thought we had disconnected the main power relay before we started examining the structure."

"We did sir" Richardson said worriedly. "But somehow the structure was able to turn itself back on. It's like this thing has some sort of artificial intelligence built into the system; every time we try to hack into the main data system, it puts up a series of firewalls that redirect us to another databank entirely."

Xanthium narrowed his brows in thought. "Can you isolate whatever is blocking us from the system?"

Richardson typed away at the data screen as he spoke. "I'm trying to, but for some reason it's not responding. And the power output just keeps on rising; nothing I do seems to even slow it down."

At that moment, a large burst of energy erupted across and between the pillars, causing both scientists to jump back in surprise as they watched the energy flow between the plasma platform and the surrounding structures. Everyone had stopped mid-way through their assigned tasks as they watched the golden-rod energy pulse around and across the equipment in the chamber, wondering whether they should be amazed or worried of what they were witnessing.

"Doctor" another scientist shouted from his console, "that energy surge just downloaded a full schematic of the structure. It's showing another chamber deep in the ground beneath us, and its emitting the same energy as the pillars. Those pillars seem to be receiving some sort of signal from the planet's central core; like a radio receiver of some sort. It looks like…like…Shit!"

"Doctor; what the Hell is-"

"Sir; the platform's an elevator and a teleporter!"

This got everyone in the chamber on edge, including a certain Spartan who had pulled forth and switched off the safety on his M5AC. Turning his gaze up towards the now glowing pillars, the Spartan caught sight of what seemed to be a hard-light energy barrier stabilizing at the center of said pillars. His first thought was how it was similar to the teleportation devices created and wielded by the Covenant during the war.

His second thought was how it was steadily expanding to match the perimeter of the platform that the two scientists were currently examining…and how their lives were now in potential jeopardy.

It was at that precise moment that three things occurred at the same time: The now fully charged light-barrier raced down in a bright flash of energy towards the two scientists…

…just as Michael leaped forward and shoved said scientists out of the barrier's path…

…before the barrier closed down around him in a bright flash of light, causing the two archaeologists to raise their arms in an attempt to shield their eyes from the flash.

Scrambling to his feet, the Spartan twisted his head around the shield as the flashing increased, creating a loud whine that echoed throughout the entire chamber.

"Sir, the energy pulse is getting stronger; the platform's charging up!"

"Then bypass it; shut it down now!"

"I can't! The controls aren't responding; the system's overloading!"

"SPARTAN!"

It was then that Michael looked up at the towering pillars, where the gathered energy was forming into a large sphere of pure energy, and was steadily growing larger by the second until it matched the width of the energy platform beneath him.

He had witnessed enough plasma energy weapons and technology before to know exactly what was about to happen.

He had just enough time to mutter a heart filled "Ah, son of a…"

…before the energy sphere dropped down upon him like a tidal wave of light and energy. Upon impacting the energy platform, the energy sphere dispersed in a bright flash of light throughout the chamber. While in itself non-deadly to the surrounding archaeologists, it was enough to force them to raise their arms and/or tools to try and diminish the blinding energy before them.

After a few more seconds, the light and blaring whine of the energy vanished as quickly as it had appeared, allowing the gathered scientists and Marines to return their gazes towards the platform.

Save for the few energy bolts that flashed and crackled around and between the pillars, nothing out of the ordinary had changed from before.

Nothing that is, except for one noticeable difference.

The platform was gone…And so was the Spartan.

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{Overwatch Universe)

Dr. Angela Ziegler, aka 'Mercy' grimaced as she attempted to heal yet another injured civilian while taking shelter behind a stone wall…

…which was being subjugated to the withering fire of an M134 mini-gun.

It was supposed to be a simple humanitarian mission, escorting a medical convoy to a small village in the Middle East. The United Nations had declared the area off limits to military personal, with only a small team of 'Blue Berets' being authorized to escort the convoy to the village.

And being a compassionate woman at heart to those who were suffering, Mercy had managed to get herself selected as one of the doctors sent to the village to distribute medicine to the villagers. Thankfully, she had taken her old Overwatch outfit with her in case things went south.

Unfortunately, things went South big time when a local insurgent group attacked the convoy just as it arrived in the village. The insurgents had rushed in armed with outdated but still effective weapons, including RPG's, AK-74's and 'technical' trucks armed with Bofors 40mm Anti-Aircraft guns. Within a matter of minutes, nearly half of the Blue Berets and doctors had been wiped out. Many of them didn't even have time to arm themselves or getting the nearby civilians to safety.

Horrified and sickened at the bloodshed, Mercy had donned her old Overwatch outfit and went to work saving what villagers and peacekeepers she could. And despite their shock at seeing the Archangel of Overwatch, the Blue Berets weren't about to complain that she was on their side. Of course, it also came as a pleasant shock when the officer in charge of the convoy revealed himself to be Mercy's old friend and teammate, Jesse 'McCree'. Despite his Maverick persona, Mercy was more than relieved to have a former teammate watching her back as she tended to the wounded Berets, doctors and civvies.

Sadly, despite the combined efforts of both Overwatch members, the insurgents had managed to inflict heavy losses on the convoy and the local populace. Barely anything was left of the supplies, most of which had already been taken by the insurgents outside the village.

Mercy could barely take time to acknowledge that her patient was now completely healed as she avoided another burst from the insurgent mini-gun across the courtyard. Glancing to her right, she spotted McCree taking out a trio of insurgents armed with AK-74's, before taking cover to avoid 40mm fire from a technical. While he was a master marksman at close-quarters, even he was beginning to feel the strain of fighting so many well-armed insurgents without reprieve.

A sudden cry of pain caused her head to snap to her right, where a Blue Beret was clutching at his abdomen while firing his Beretta M9 at an unseen insurgent rifleman. The Beret managed to get two steps towards cover before a bullet tore through his skull, causing his body to fall lifelessly to the ground. Another Beret was firing her M16A2 at a pair of insurgents on a nearby balcony, providing suppressing fire for another Beret as she tended to a wounded medical personal. The first Beret spotted a live Grenade and dove for cover, just barely escaping with only a stray piece of shrapnel from the grenade jammed in her left thigh. The second Beret scrambled to pull her comrade into cover, only for a bullet to pierce her neck and sever her spinal cord.

Unless something happened soon, they would be forced to either withdraw with what was left of the convoy, thus leaving the village to its fate; or stay and eventually be overwhelmed by the army of insurgents, which seemed to keep growing larger and more determined by the minute.

Now, Mercy never really considered herself a religious woman; yes, she prayed and sought guidance from the Lord, but she was never a diehard follower of the Holy Bible and its scriptures.

However, with the insurgents steadily forcing the two Overwatch members and surviving Blue Berets back, she could not help but glance up to the sky, looking for a sign that help would come to their aid.

'Please, if you're up there…please lend us your aid…give us strength…'

'…give us a miracle…'

'…give us…a hero!"

A pair of berets were forced to fall back as another Bofor 40mm 'technical' appeared around the corner, escorted by a dozen more insurgents armed with AK-74's and RPG's. Across the street the mini-gun had finally zeroed in on her position and was revving up to fire another burst. Mercy closed her eyes and braced herself for the enemy fire…

…until a sudden plasma burst impacted the mini-gun, taking it and its three-man team out in a flash of light.

Mercy blinked in surprise as several more bursts of fire cut down twelve more insurgents and the technical. Suddenly, a barrage of missiles struck the top of a nearby balcony, wiping out a Mortar team and a pair of insurgent snipers. As if guided by vengeance, another burst of plasma hit the insurgent sniper who had felled the Beret moments before. Said insurgent barely had time to scream in pain as his lower body was vaporized, leaving him to suffer a slow, agonizing death.

Both sides paused for a moment as they turned their attention to the sky...

…and saw what could only be described as some futuristic version of a VTOL Gunship. But unlike the gunships of the world's militaries, this ship managed to look both hideous and beautiful at the same time. The ship was a bright silvery colour with glowing golden-rod lights that flowed along its exterior like blood veins. And instead of having rockets and heavy cannons was armed with a single duel-plasma/laser turret and side-mounted missile launcher-like weapons on its sides.

Said weapons soon began making short work of the insurgent forces, destroying another technical and cutting down a group of insurgents trying to flank Mercy's position to take a pot shot at her. One of the insurgents fired an RPG at the gunship…only for it to suddenly jump across the sky to avoid the projectile. A short burst of plasma made short work of the RPG insurgent, forcing his cohorts to take cover from the grim reaper that now hovered above them.

Or at least they would have if McCree hadn't fired off a wide spread burst from his revolver, downing twelve of them - two insurgents per bullet – with ease. The gunship then began strafing some of the side streets, taking out insurgents that were hiding on the rooftops and between the houses. It fired a barrage of plasma missiles against a pair of insurgents setting up mortars behind the nearby market place, sending the light artillery up in flames. This enabled the surviving Blue Berets to take pot shots when they could, downing another five insurgents before they finally pulled back from the courtyard.

Soon a pattern had developed with the gunship destroying any enemy vehicle/technical that tried to fire on the beleaguered Blue Berets, while providing covering fire for the two heroes. At the same time, its constant barrage of plasma bursts prevented the insurgents from setting up defensive positions between and on top of the surrounding buildings. This continued for another few minutes until finally, the last few insurgents still alive took off back into the central village structures. The unknown gunship fired one last barrage of plasma, cutting down three more riflemen and another technical before the rest fled into the village.

Mercy slumped to the ground too exhausted to stand as she watched the surviving insurgents turn tail and run. Had her prayer come through? Was this the miracle she had asked for?

The gunship lowered itself to the ground, coming to a stop and hovering a few feet off the ground. The assembled Blue Berets and civilians watched apprehensively as the new arrival remained motionless.

The gunship's central body soon glowed as a bright light appeared from its belly…

…and an armored behemoth appeared kneeling with its fist holding it off the ground. Mercy gasped as the behemoth stood up to its full height.

The Blue Berets kept their weapons trained at the new arrival, and McCree readied his pistol for a snapshot. Having fought off the insurgents for the past few hours, they were weary as to where and why this thing had appeared…and whether or not it was a friend or foe.

The armored titan began walking slowly towards the Overwatch medic her with its hands out and away from its weapons. McCree raised his pistol to take a shot, but a glance from Mercy stopped him from pulling the trigger.

For now.

The titan stopped in front of Mercy and looked over her and the civilian she had been healing a short while ago. The Archangel of Overwatch gazed up at it, her face formed in an expression of fear…

…only to turn to shock as the titan extended its gauntlet out to help her up.

"Are you alright?"

Mercy simply nodded as she hesitantly accepted the titan's hand. She let herself be pulled up to her feet as she gazed over the new arrival. While nowhere near as tall as Reinhardt in his full armor, it/he was still quite tall by regular standards.

"Chief Petty Officer Sierra-101, and I'm here to help finish this fight."

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{Heroes Never Die Opening Theme Song" by JT Machinima and Andrea Storm}

The Overwatch is comin', bad guys had best start runnin',

The Overwatch is comin', better choose your side!

The Overwatch is comin', bad guys had best start runnin',

The Overwatch is comin', Heroes never die!

OVERWATCH, is back in town, if you're not a hero,

Don't stick around! Jump in the fight, and don't be shy,

Cause if you're with us, you know a hero never dies!

OVERWATCH, is back in town, if you're not a hero,

Don't stick around! Jump in the fight, and don't be shy,

Cause if you're with us, you know a hero never dies!

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Well, I hope you all like the updated version of this chapter. I'll try to update chapter 2 as soon as I can. And don't worry, the next few chapters will answer the time skip in THIS chapter.

Till next time comrades…SpartanPrime101 out.