Sekirei Legends

What's up world? This is SpartanPrime101 bringing you a new Crossover Fanfiction story. So far, I've started stories for Bleach, Transformers, Halo and Star Wars; though, sadly, the latter two had grounded to a complete halt in updates and ideas. As such, after watching Sekirei and reading the story X-Sekirei by ScorpinokXV, I got the idea to start my first Halo-Sekirei Crossover Fanfiction.

Like most Halo Crossovers, the lead character – a new character I had developed for some of my older fanfiction – is teleported to another world and/or universe while investigating strange Forerunner ruins and gets caught when the alien ruins somehow activate. However, while the Spartan is of my own design, Sekirei and its characters and events belongs to Sakurato Gokurakuin.

Well, ready or not, here is Sekirei Legends

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"Speaking"

'Thought'

'Past-tense'

"Radio/Comlink"

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My Spartan IV's (Spartan-208) Armor:

First Color: Blue

Second Color: Red

Helmet: Warrior

Visor: Recruit (Blue)

Chest: Prefect

Shoulders: Mark V

Legs: Prefect

Forearms: Prefect

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{Chapter 1: The Beginning)

Unknown Forerunner Shield Planet, Sigma Leo System

February 17th, 2554

Spartan-208 2nd Grade Captain '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.

Having only been discovered a few weeks before, the ruins were still undergoing observation while being excavated 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. The only objects not having been uncovered from the ruins were the pieces of mining equipment and several crates and storage boxes needed for storing any pieces of technology found throughout the ruins.

And the Spartan was currently holding a steady vigil next to one of the weaponry/ammunition canisters, ready to intercept any form of danger aimed towards the analysts and archaeologists around him.

Michael was the lone Spartan-IV Super-Soldier currently assigned to the UNSC Reign of Hope, one of the new Guardian Savior-class Ultra Frigates built during the last years of the Human Covenant 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 – particularly the numerous excavations of Forerunner ruins and structures – throughout the Sigma Leo system.

In early January – just a week after the turn of the New Year – the Office of Naval Intelligence had reported the discovery of a new Forerunner Shield Planet, just on the outskirts of the Sigma Leo System. Eager to attain its technological secrets, a research team had recently been sent a week earlier under direct orders from ONI's top brass.

However, with the increase of Covenant-Loyalist activity in the surrounding systems, the UNSC Admirals were becoming anxious that an attack on said research operation was inevitable. As a result, the Reign of Hope was despatched to deliver supplies and provide close-range naval support for the excavation team.

And in addition to the lone Spartan super-soldier, the UNSC High Command had supplemented a platoon of UNSC Marines with a squad of sixteen M12 Warthogs, eight M808B Scorpion Main Battle Tanks and a single prototype M822 Panzerkampf Heavy Assault Vehicle (HAV)* in the event of a Covenant Loyalist assault of the shield moon.

After confirming the absence of any potential threat to the scientists, Michael busied himself by inspecting his armor and equipment. Reaching up, he de-polarised his Warrior-type helmet's visor, revealing to anyone who happened to be looking a Greek-Caucasian face with stark blue eyes, dirty brown hair and a light goatee, with a faded scar over his right eye. Said eyes examined his helmet's heads-up display, checking to see if any of the sensors and electronics were in need of maintenance.

Once he was satisfied that his helmet's systems were functioning properly, he leaned over to inspect his blue Prefect style chest-plate armor, while examining his red-streaked Defender leg and wrist/shoulder armor in the process.

Like with his helmet, he checked that every piece was properly connected and functional; thankfully, after months of painstaking research and development, the new Mk–X armor had been designed so that he could easily dis/re-assemble it himself if the standard assembly equipment was unavailable. This feature came in handy whenever he was assigned to undercover observatory/recon missions behind enemy lines or while scoping out suspected insurgent hideouts.

Also, it would've been difficult to maintain a low profile in public while walking in a super-advanced suit of armor that matched the strength and power of a miniaturized tank.

Satisfied that his armor was in perfect order, he decided to inspect his weaponry and equipment; when going into an unknown landscape, his policy was to be ready for anything and not have to be, than

First off was his special order Predator (PDR) skin MA5D Assault Rifle: Upgraded from the standard MA5C, the PDR was equipped with a new scoped targeting system, similar to those of the famed BR-55 Battle Rifle, allowing him for better long-range accuracy against moving targets. In addition, the PDR-AR weapon structure itself was lighter than the standard AR – despite using the same 32-round ammo clip as the latter – providing a better weight-to-firing ratio in combat.

Once his PDR-AR was secure on his back, he pulled forward his specialized issue PDR skin M45E Shotgun, loading six 8-Gauge shells and pumping the auto-reload mechanism. An upgraded version of the venerable M45 Shotgun from the Human-Covenant War, the M45E had been developed specifically for special-ops military personal, including the Orbital Drop Shock Troopers and the slowly emerging Spartan-IV program. The M45E was designed with a faster reload rate than the older models, and its barrel had been crafted for better accuracy at an extra three meter range against heavily armored targets. Along with an additional ten clips (60 shells) of ammunition stashed in his armors compartments on his shoulders, chest and waist, he was well prepared for a fierce close-in firefight.

Placing his Shotgun on his back with his PDR-AR, he checked his duo pair of M7 Sub-Machineguns attached on his thighs, both armed with full-and semi-automatic firing mechanisms depending on the combat situation. Returning the SMGs back on his thighs, he activated his twin wrist-plasma daggers, both retrieved from a Sangheili Zealot that had been defeated in battle by a Jiralhanae Chieftain a month before.

And speaking of which…

"Are you sure it's fine that I wield these in battle? Because like I said before, if me wielding these really does bother you I will gladly turn these over to you. Considering that you most likely have more experience with them than I do, after all" Michael stated, turning his attention to the small container to his right…

…where a large gold-and-red armored Sangheili Ultra was seated, its hands clutching what seemed to be an Earth based holopad, on which Michael could make out the image of the 20th Century novel The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien.

"And as I have stated before Michael, you earned the right to wield those weapons as a symbol of your honorable victory over that thrice damned Jiralhanae Chieftain."

Said Ultra was in fact the Spartan's close friend and 'Blood-Brother' Joram A'llaem of the Nor'illema Warrior Clan of Sangheilios*. Along with Michael and the Marines, the Sangheili Special Ops Commander had been assigned to provide security for the assembled archaeologists, along with a detachment of his personal Nor'illema Elite Rangers from the Sangheili CSS Battlecruiser Reign of Eternal Justice. At the moment, the Eternal Justice was assisting the Reign of Hope in the routine patrol of the planet, ready to intercept any Loyalist vessel that attempted to assault the excavation sight.

When compared to one another, each was obviously quite different in terms of physical appearance, with Michael being an augmented-super soldier for humanity and Joram as among the highest ranked warriors in the Sangheili military.

Having fought alongside him during the final battles of the war onward, Michael had surprisingly developed a close bond of trust and friendship with the Elite Ultra – and vice versa –, with the latter volunteering to train him in the art of Sangheili swordsmanship and close-quarter-combat.

As it turned out, this relationship would serve them well in the months afterwards.

While the war between humanity and the Covenant had barely ended a year ago, the relations between the Sangheili and the UNSC had developed a mutual respect for each other's prowess in combat. And despite lingering hostilities between the now allied forces, the new alliance was managing to stand strong between the two races; this was in spite of the attempts by ONI to further influence the outbreak of civil war between the Sangheili factions throughout the Elite-rule space territories.

This fragile alliance was put to the test in December, 2553, during a fierce naval engagement between a joint UNSC/Sangheili Separatist Task Force and a Jiralhanae Super Assault Carrier over one of the few surviving outer UNSC colonies. At first, the Loyalists held the advantage in numbers – outnumbering the Task Force by nearly five to one – and superior long-range firepower from their Battlecruisers and the Super Carrier.

However, during the final stage of the battle, a small group of Spartans and Sangheili warriors had managed to board the Assault Carrier and began a bloody fight throughout the ship's interior chambers towards the bridge.

Sadly, the Sangheili Head Zealot leading the assault was killed after being jumped by a huge Jiralhanae Chieftain and his entire body-guard of twenty Brute Elites, taking eighteen of them to the grave in the process.

After dispatching the remaining two Brute Elites, Michael had challenged the Chieftain to one-on-one combat, claiming that the latter was no more than a cowardly dog, relying on sheer numbers and deception to save his own hide from becoming bloodied and torn in battle.

Enraged, the Chieftain accepted the Spartan's challenge, with the remaining assault force continuing towards the bridge.

Against this particular Chieftain – one of the few of its kind to attain the rank of Supreme Chieftain among the Jiralhanae ranks – even a Spartan II would've had a hard time matching the sheer strength and brutality demonstrated that day.

However, for reasons that could not be explained, Michael was able to match the Chieftain blow for blow, managing to cause the Brute not only to remain mostly on the defensive, but force him to give ground under the Spartan IV's attacks. In addition, whether it be from skill or sheer dumb luck, Michael was able to avoid receiving any serious injuries save for a shattered left arm and a deep scar over his right eye from a glancing blow from the Jiralhanae's Gravity Hammer.

In the end, it was the Chieftain's own arrogance that did him in, as at the last possible moment, Michael was able to get under the Brute's Gravity Hammer, using the fallen Head Zealot's wrist plasma gauntlets to slash through said Brute's arms, dissecting his Hammer wielding hand and stabbing the Chieftain straight through the head between the eyes.

It was from this victory that Michael had earned the title of 'Arch-Demon' by the Sangheili Navy and High Council – among the highest titles of honour and respect throughout the entire Sangheili military save for that presented towards the famed Master-Chief 117 himself – and had assured the final victory for the UNSC/Sangheili Task Force that day.

De-activating the plasma daggers, Michael smirked as he turned to the two final weapons that he had at his disposal; both of which held a significant meaning for him and his sense of pride and honour.

Activating the secret compartment on his right thigh, he pulled out the 'gift' presented to him by Joram during the final days of the Covenant invasion of his home planet of Gracemaria in 2551. Pressing the activation switch, the twin golden-rod Plasma Blades of his Nor'illema Type-1 Energy Sword sprang forth.

'I sure as Hell pity the dumb Bastard that decides to piss me off enough to use it.'

As he studied his prized possession, Michael thought back to when he had first met, and fought, the Commander of the Nor'illema Warrior Clan, when neither of them had anticipated developing such a strong connection between fellow warriors and soldiers.

Back in the summer of 2551, just a year after the unofficial forming of the new Spartan-IV program, the Covenant had launched a full-scale invasion of his home planet of Gracemaria, the utopian planet 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 often regarded as the smaller brother to that of Reach and Earth itself.

However, during the final battle for the besieged colony, the invading Covenant Armada had suffered a severe divide between the Warrior Clans, with those commanded by the Sangheili Shipmaster Allrem Za'omes and the Prophet of Harmony willingly sacrificing their fellow brothers for the sake of achieving ultimate victory.

As such, the Gracemarian military and the Sangheili of the Nor'illema Warrior Clan found themselves back-to-back fighting their newly shared adversaries. In addition, throughout this final conflict, a majority of the new Spartan-IV's and Nor'illema warriors – including Michael and Joram A'llaem – had found themselves having to fight alongside each other against the assaulting 'Loyalist' forces. For many it had been a stressful alliance, with neither willing to trust the other for long.

But for Michael and Joram, having both felt the shock and rage of betrayal by one of their own, they had become close allies and brothers in arms as a result of the conflict.

According to the estimates of the Gracemarian branch of the Office of Naval Intelligence in the early hours of the invasion – which had become steadily corrupted under the leadership of Col. Jocelyn S. Stauffer, the key representative for the now deceased Col. James Ackerson – the planet would last but two months at most until it too succumbed to the might of the Covenant.

However, to the shock of the UNSC High Command (and to the dismay of Jocelyn and Ackerson) the invasion was beaten off in just seven days of all-out combat after the initial landings.

Save for the first naval assault on Earth by the Covenant in early 2553, the Battle for Gracemaria was by far the first, and only, confirmed UNSC total victory against the Covenant in the Outer Colonies.

His moment of personal pride expended, Michael placed the Energy Sword back in the compartment, sealing said compartment shut before reaching over his right shoulder…

…and pulling out his personal Type-1 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 Axe was surprisingly light and easy to wield in close-range combat, allowing him to use little physical energy 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 keep using it for longer periods of time than the famed Sangheili Energy Sword.

It was with this weapon that he had challenged and defeated the Jiralhanae Supreme Chieftain just months before.

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, this sense of overkill was well worth its value.

Having finished inspecting his weaponry, the Spartan continued to watch the scientists continue their work to decipher the hieroglyphics flashing across the monitor screens. For a brief instant, his gaze 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 now deceased childhood friend.

Shaking his head, he swiftly busied himself by returning to his vigil of the ongoing scientific activities around him.

Of course, his hesitation did not go unnoticed by the looming Ultra beside him, who easily noted the Spartan's sudden change in body posture and behavior. "You seem troubled, Arch-Demon."

Briefly glancing at the Elite, Michael hesitated again before speaking. "I'm fine, Joram; just…thinking of something. Nothing important."

This did little to convince the Sangheili warrior, as his gaze softened at his friend's stature. "You were not responsible for what happened that day, Michael." As he spoke, he rested his left four-fingered hand on the Spartan's shoulder. "If anything, you should be proud of what you had accomplished that day, along with your fellow warriors."

The Ultra's expression then hardened in distaste as he continued. "And do not forget, it was that accursed traitor's actions that killed her; not yours!"

The Spartan's shoulders rose and lowered as he sighed at his comrades words. "I know, I know; you're right. It's just…I can't help but feel that…I should've been able to do something more. Something that could've prevented what happened to her that day…I don't know…just something."

"Do not worry, my friend; you did more than anyone else would have done, and then some. For now, we must move forward along the path that lays before us. And rest assured that we will make him pay for his crimes against you and your fallen comrade."

Looking up at the Ultra, Michael could almost see the fierce Sangheili's mandibles formed in his equivalent of fierce but supportive determination beneath his helmet.

The Spartan couldn't help but feel a small smile form on his face at the Elite's words; despite of a different culture and species, the Elite knew when and how to help calm emotions of ill displeasure.

"Thanks Joram; I really appreciate you helping me out with this" the young Spartan said to his comrade, who simply nodded his head in supportive acknowledgement.

"And in any case, you're right; I can mourn for her later" Michael muttered. "Right now, it's time to get back to work."

As fate would have it, the next few minutes would shape his future and that of others elsewhere now and forever.

"Dr. Xanthium; you'd better come over here. We have a situation."

Both the Spartan and the Ultra turned their attention towards the center of the chamber, where a pair of scientists were examining a large structure that was shaped into four pillars connected from the floor to the ceiling. Said 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 central base of the structure was a bluish hard-light energy platform, similar to those found during the Battle of the Ark back in 2553.

At the moment, one of the scientists, DR. Daniel H.D. Richardson from Earth, 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.

Having heard his colleague's shout, Dr. Theodore M. Xanthium – the head Archaeologist of the Colonial Archaeological Community (CAC) on Gracemaria – approached the central structure at which his attention had been directed.

"What seems to be the situation?"

"We're picking up some weird energy readings on the spectrograph" 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 from the platform 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 seems to put 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, as if proving a point, 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.

And they weren't the only ones.

Throughout the chamber, 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.

This included a certain Spartan and his Sangheili comrade who had reached for their weapons should the energy pulse awaken something that would most definitely be considered as dangerous.

Something such as…a potential outbreak of a certain not-so extinct parasitic life form from a by-gone era.

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 said scientists, having returned to the monitor screen, were still attempting to halt the process even when 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 – causing the Ultra Elite beside him to wort in surprise at his actions – 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.

"ARCH-DEMON!"

The Ultra's warning came too late, however, as the light shield began to flicker and flash with pure energy.

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.

It was then that he 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.

Having witnessed enough plasma energy weapons and technology before, he knew 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, with the same blinding power of the Little Boy Atomic Bomb that had annihilated Hiroshima in 1945. While in itself non-deadly to the surrounding archaeologists and Sangheili warriors, 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, Marines and Sangheili warriors 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 factor.

The Spartan was gone.

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{QUE SEKIREI SEASON 1 INTRO}

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I'll be damned; I'm finally finished the first chapter. I hope you like reading it just as much as I did writing it. And also, I'm posting a vote as to which Sekirei my Spartan will wing during his partaking in the Sekirei Plan. So please vote which ones you want to see, and I'll be sure to include them in future chapters.

Till next time, mates.

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