[Long Ago]

"Are you sure of this, milady?" A rough, almost scratchy voice tore through the dark, damp room, the only sources of light being small blue rectangles in the walls.

"I am." A much more feminine voice replied, the voice as smooth as the finest of silk, but sharper than the edge of a hardlight blade. "While those council fools squabble about the fate of our kind, they fail to realize we have no choice in the matter. They think that some super weapon will destroy the parasite?" The woman barked out a laugh almost as rough as her acquaintance's voice. "Please. The only choice we have left is to run and hide, and wait for our time to stand up once again and retake the Mantle."

The shadowy figures walked up to a small spherical object, slowly blinking in flashes of blue light as though it had a heartbeat. One of the figures, the taller, slimmer one, reached out and took ahold of it, caressing as one would a baby. "This seed will be the one to return us to greatness, my friend." Suddenly, the blinking sped up, almost blinding the smaller, gruffer individual in the room. The woman, however, only smirked wider. "Nothing will stand in my way. Not those insignificant humans, not the San'Shyuum, and not even the Forerunner."

The blinking sped up to the point it was a constant light, illuminating the entire room for the eye to see. It was large, easily larger than the size of a two story house, and covered in blue lights. They traveled through tubes in the steel walls, said walls decorated with seemingly ancient symbols. The most eye catching part, however, was the dead Forerunner bodies that littered the room's floor, coloring it red with blood, and the two robed figures standing in the center of the chaos.

Suddenly, the light blinked out of existence, leaving the room shrouded in darkness once again. The darkness combined with the silence gave the room an eerie feel, causing the hunched over figure to shiver. "M-Milady, I fear we're running out of time. The oracle will wipe itself clean if we delay any longer."

With a sigh, the woman gave a nod (not that he could see it in the dark room anyways) and began chanting a quiet ritual. The orb started glowing again, this time in red however, and began to vibrate. The woman continued undisturbed, chanting louder and louder as the shaking got more intense. Eventually, the entire room began to shake, debris falling from the roof due to it. It was as if God himself decided to make it his personal mission to prevent the two in the room from continuing the ritual.

Sadly for God, the woman was far more powerful than he. The ritual continued like that for nearly another quarter hour until, finally, the orb stopped shaking and the woman stopped chanting. The red light gently dimmed out into darkness, leaving behind nothing but the two in the room gasping for sweet air. The panting slowly turned into chuckling as they relished in their victory.

Neither noticed the small speck of blue light leave the orb, shooting out through the information tubes in the walls.

"We finally did it, Atan 'Srama. You will be rewarded heavily for your contributions." The Sangheili nodded, bowing deeply to the woman. "Go on home to your clan, my friend. I must continue this by myself. If I require your assistance, I will summon you." With another nod, the male left the room, his armored feet clattering loudly against the metallic floor.

"Soon... Very soon..." With another dark laugh, the woman left the room, her reflection on the blood revealing a pair of black sclera and red irises without pupils.

[23rd of August, 2528]
[At the edge of UNSC controlled space]

Onboard the UNSC cruiser, Last Haven, four SPARTAN-IIs stood at attention. The first of these four were Linda-058, the team sniper. She stood at an impressive 6'8", standing well above any non-SPARTAN, and had shoulder length red hair and calculative green eyes. She was, perhaps, the coldest member on Blue Team, despite her "hot" looks, as the ODSTs onboard say.

The next was Kelly-087, Blue Team's reconnaissance and heavy weapons specialist. Standing at a height of 6'7", she is the smallest SPARTAN of Blue Team. Her hair is brown at the roots with faded blue at the tips due to her constantly dying it over the years. She has blue eyes that, while warmer than Linda's, are still quite cold. She's also the fastest SPARTAN-II conceived.

The man next to Kelly is Frederic-104, a CQC specialist and the second-in-command to Blue Team. He stands at a towering 6'9", has black hair with eyes to match, with a scar over the right eye. This only adds to his already intimidating look, which serves to scare off any marine who has the galls to strike up a conversation with one (or both) of their female members.

The final, and arguably the most important, was John-117. The leader of Blue Team and, at one point, the entirety of the SPARTAN-IIs. He stands slightly taller than Fred, at a 6'10" without his armor, but is slightly slimmer than him. His brown hair is clean shaven in a military buzz cut, signifying he got it cut very recently. HIs bright blue eyes stared straight ahead, piercing through anyone walking in front of him.

Standing in front of the four SPARTANs was a much smaller man, standing at an average 5'11", is the captain of the ship, Captain Nicholas deGreene, with a stern expression on his average middle aged face. "What do you four have to say for yourselves?" Even his voice was average, signifying there was absolutely nothing remarkable about the man besides his rank.

117, as he is known to the crew due to the confidentiality of his name, stepped forward. "Sir, at approximately 0700 hours Blue Team secured the package. However, as we approached the landing pad, the package started beeping. It wasn't until too late that we realized it was a dud, sir."

Captain deGreene sighed, pinching the bridge of his temples while glaring at the floor in irritation. "I see... Very well." He crossed his arms behind his back and looked up at the stone faces of the SPARTANs. "Due to your failure, you four are to be relocated. We got our hands on some Insurrectionist files describing a lost planet of humans. ONI has decided Blue Team would be sent there with a small crew of marines and a couple teams of Orbital Drop Shock Troopers. You are to scout the area and attempt to establish a base. You are not, by any means, to interact with the natives, less you either start a conflict between us and them or alert any Insurrectionists on or nearby the planet. Understood?"

The four nodded, giving a crisp salute and a chorus of loud 'Yes Sir!'. "Good, dismissed soldiers." With one last salute, the four turned on their heels and walked out of the briefing room with silence unheard of from people their size.

With an annoyed sigh, Fred-104 sat down on his bunk and rubbed his face. "Man, one little mistake and suddenly we're put on scouting duty? Aren't SPARTANs supposed to be humanity's first line of defense or somethin'?"

Linda-058 made a grunt of agreement as she cleaned her favorite sniper rifle - a heavily modified SRS99-S5 Anti-Material sniper rifle which she dubbed 'Nornfang'* - like she always did when she was annoyed. And angry. And sad. Come to think of it, she did that for every occasion.

"I know!" Came the British reply of the team's residential scout. "I mean, I can't complain, it is what I'm best at, but I'd much prefer scouting the Covenant than some backwater Insurrectionist planet." Fred nodded in agreement to Kelly's statement, crossing his arms over his muscular chest.

"It's idiotic. Sure, we were trained to fight the Insurrection, but now? Now we're here to kick some Covie ass. Right Chief?" All of them (sans Linda) looked over at said man, who was too busy swiping through a data pad with a look of concentration.

"Hm?" Was his deep, eloquent reply as he looked up from the pad. "Oh, right." He sighed as he set it aside on the metal table, him leaning against the wall next to it with a shrug. "If they feel the need to send a team of SPARTANs, then it must be important. We made a mistake, but usually they'd punish us by making us run drills or clean the mess halls with a dog brush. But this? This isn't punishment. This is a mission, and if ONI themselves requested we do it, then it has to be important."

The others, including Linda this time, looked at each other in thought, and eventually each nodded in agreement. "True 'nuff Chief." They gave each other quick chuckles before each went to their SPARTAN sized bunks. They had to be resized to fit each SPARTAN's enhanced height and weight, in order for the beds not to break under the pressure.

"Now get some sleep, Captain deGreene wants us up at 0600 for proper debriefing and prep." Each nodded and went to their separate bunks, quickly calling in for the night in hopes of getting enough rest for the mission tomorrow.

[29th of July, New Valean Calendar]

[Kingdom of Vale, Remnant]

A long, high pitched sigh was heard from within a small apartment room on the west side of Vale, also known as the "Crime District", by less than reputable individuals. The sigh came from a petite girl, who took it upon herself to become the literal personification of all things Goth and Halloween itself, AKA Ruby Rose. A 15 year old huntress-in-training who just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Meaning, right now, she was currently tied up to a metal chair with aura resistant rope to keep her down. All thanks to some fashion queen douche nozzle wearing a bowler hat - seriously, who wears freakin' bowler hats? - with mascara. To put a long story short, she tried stopping the guy from robbing some poor old sap and got herself captured for her troubles. Now she was currently fearing for her life. And, more importantly, her looks.

Ruby Rose did not trust this man to keep her looking pretty. Not with his fashion sense.

She was currently struggling futilely against the ropes in hopes of escaping as said fashion freak watched in amusement, his multicolored sidekick watching from the sidelines with a crazed smirk. "Now now Red, we wouldn't want you to hurt yourself against that rope, now would we?" He asked in that dang condescending tone he always uses when talking to her. It only made her struggle harder, since she wanted nothing more than to punch his smug face into the dirt!

Too bad she tried that already. And failed. Hey, she was only a huntress-in-training, and was still two years away from graduating Signal. Give her credit for even being able to fight the esteemed criminal for longer than five minutes. And take out his goons! She added to her thoughts.

Plus it didn't exactly help when that ice cream styled girl came out of nowhere and knocked her sweet precious baby out of her hands. I will avenge you Crescent Rose! And after I do, I promise I'll get you a paint job as an apology for being so clumsy!

Simply put, she wasn't a happy camper. She was a very unhappy camper at the moment. The man sighed as he put out his cigar, stomping it out beneath his boot, and started walking towards the struggling 15 year old. "Maybe you're a little too dense to get what I meant..." And he proceeded to backhand her, her aura doing nothing to soften it due to the rope, and give her a glare as he grabbed her cheeks, one red from the strike. "Quit struggling!"

This got the desired affect of making her stop from both pain and fear, a loud gulp being heard from her throat. "Atta girl. We'll make you a show dog yet." He gave her another condescending smirk as he backed away, thankfully walking out of the room with his sidekick in tow.

As soon as the door closed, Ruby let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She shook her head and attempted to get her thoughts under control. "Okay Ruby... Let's think over our options... One, you're trapped in a room in God knows what apartment, and you don't have your sweetheart on you. Can't really do much... Your aura is being blocked by the aura resistant ropes thanks to the clear dust intertwined with the fabric... Hmm..." She chewed on her cheek in thought, her eyes darting around the room frantically for something to help her with her situation.

"C'mon Rose... You've been in worse! Remember that time Uncle Qrow tied you at the top of a tree near a Nevermore nest? Yeah! That was way worse than this situation!" Except for the fact that Nevermore are too stupid to move anything sharp away! Gah! Why can't criminals be that stupid like in the movies?

With a small whine, she dropped her head in defeat. However, something shiny caught her eye as she looked down. YES! She shouted in her mind. A freakin' Godsent needle! Must've been stuck in my jacket from when I sewed it shut... With a mental equivalent of a shrug, she focused all her efforts into picking up that needle. Thankfully, they took off her boots due to her kicking the guy's... lower area... so she can grab the needle easily!

Now she just needs to get it in her hands. Which are behind the chair.

Ruby never said she was the best at planning ahead. She wracked her head for a solution, thinking of all those Spruce Willis movies she saw as a kid to find the best means of escape. With a realization gasp, she started rocking the chair back and forth. Maybe she can tip the chair over, grab the needle, and cut through the rope like that! Genius!

So, she kept rocking back and forth. And so, she knocked the chair over. And, thus, the chair broke from contact with the floor. "..." Well, the entire hotel is pretty crappy and breaking down as it is... So why wouldn't the chair? Ruby quickly stood up, the rope falling to the floor since it's too big to wrap around her, and she wiped herself clean of dust. "Ah yes, all apart of my plan!" She half yelled half whispered. She looked around the room once more, checking to see if anyone saw/heard the chair break. After a minute or so of silence, she decided the coast was clear, and she slowly stalked towards the door she saw them place her sweetheart in.

Upon opening it, she was treated with the sight of dozens of cases of lien, dozens more bags of dust, and just as many casings of ammunition and weapons. Shrugging at all the treasures in front of her, the Goth themed girl bent over and grabbed a rectangular... box. Well, it was red and black, so there's that.

She strapped it to her back with a satisfied grin and shut the door, accidentally shutting it a little louder than intended.

Which, for whatever reason, alerted Roman and his thugs. Not that I'm complaining, but how on Remnant does a chair breaking and me talking not alert these guys, but me closing a door kinda loud does? I don't get these people. She sighed, grabbing the red rectangular box, and pressed a button to reveal a...

A huge freakin' scythe. Seriously! It was bigger than this girl times three! It's silver blade was slightly serrated to chip away an enemies aura and provide maximum damage to any Grimm or bad guy she faces, with a small tube protruding from the top. It was roughly 4mm in diameter and looked like it fired... Bullets. Plus the scope near the middle of the handle points to it being a gun as well as a scythe. But not just any gun! No! It was a high-caliber sniper-scythe! Or a snyther. At the bottom of the gigantic handle was a sharp dagger like blade, most likely used for quick jabs at enemies from behind and/or stabbing into the ground. Or people.

A group of men in black suits with red ties and sunglasses barged through the door, aiming their meager weapons (or at least compared to the 10 foot snyther in front of them) at the 5 foot girl. She gave each of them a challenging smirk, getting into a ready stance with her weapon. As the first goon fired, she leapt at them. She tore through them, managing only to knock them out thanks to their aura, with extreme ease. Even untrained grunts don't stand a chance against a huntress-in-training, after all.

But the two people that could stood right in front of her, AKA Roman Torchwick and Neopolitan their signature cane and umbrella in their hands respectively. She aimed the snyther at them, quickly shooting at them with the pump action rifle half of the weapon, firing around 3 rounds per second due to her semblance. Despite this, the two were more than capable of dodging and blocking her weapon's fire, causing her to become more annoyed by the second. How dare they shrug off her weapon! She'll have to do some major upgrading when she got back to Patch...

The thought was forced to quickly be banished from the petite girl's mind as she was forced to jump to the side to evade a thrust from Neo's umbrella. The tip of the umbrella stabbing into one of Ruby's many roses that she leaves behind from her semblance. The smaller girl leapt back from a wide swing from the overly large scythe, which was then blocked by Roman, who had a smirk on his face. "Hey there Red, you just couldn't wait to see me again could ya?" Said girl growled in what she would assume to be threatening, but only ended up cute, and lunged at the man. She pointed the dagger end of her scythe at the man, forcing him to roll to the side to avoid being impaled. The speedster quickly maneuvered her handle to block a stab from Neo, who didn't let up at all as she continuously stabbed and swiped at the young girl, forcing her to backpedal from the force. She was only able to block all the strikes thanks to her semblances, but she was unable to block the blunt strike Roman gave her on her shoulder, causing her to droop her scythe enough for Neo to pass it with her umbrella.

Ruby managed to jump away in time from being stabbed, and glared at the two in front of her. Her breath was slightly heavier, showing her fatigue from fighting two highly trained individuals at the same time. She had a few cuts from Neo to show how tired she was, as her aura hadn't yet immediately heal them. The bowler hat wearing man twirled his cane, letting out a low chuckle as he strode forward. "Well, it's been fun and all Red, but I'm afraid we gotta go. Boss wants us back and all that. Toodle doo!" Their figures shattered into glass, showing an empty yet destroyed hallway, and leaving the small girl alone. She slowly leaned against the wall, her breathing hard and ragged. She was barely conscious enough to hear the sound of high heels clanking down on the floor, and hear some lady mention about how she was "in so much trouble". Then, nothing but the sweet embrace of unconsciousness enveloped her.

Hello again guys! So, I'm back with this. Decided to focus on it and work on my writing until I'm comfortable enough to write my main.

Anyways, this is the Halo x RWBY crossover I mentioned. I've been planning it since I got into RWBY. Four months ago. So yeah, I hope its decent.

The story will focus majorly on Blue Team and Team RWBY, and is going to be an AU on both accounts (duh). But I did that because, frankly, I dislike stories that follow canon to a tee. Kinda defeats the purpose of FF. But hey, that's just me. The main characters are going to be John and Ruby, but the rest of the teams will still be very prominent in the story. Including JNPR.

There'll probably be no ships, but who knows? I've never written romance, but I'm willing to give it a shot if you all want me to.

*It was originally Target, but I was corrected. I didn't actually know she named her sniper in canon, my mistake. :P Nornfang: "Fang of Fate" in Norse mythology.

Until next time.