Hell Jumpers (Halo Fan-Fic)

The Storm

UNSC Research and Recovery Team

December 21, 2557

Installation 05/Delta Halo, Sector Gamma 321

Four years after the events of Intallation 00

"UNSC Daylight After Night, do you read?"

...

"UNSC Daylight After Night, do you copy?" The scientist walked around the edge of the massive lake along with a squad of Marines, looking at the incredible structures that jutted out of the water before his gaze fell back to the destroyed temple near the centre, obvious signs of a Covenant Glassing shown on it.

"Affirmitive, this is Daylight After Night."

"Daylight After Night, we found something in the lake and have managed to bring it up to the surface."

"Research and Recovery Team, this is the captain of the Daylight After Night. What is it that you found down there."

The scientist looked back to the craft that they brought up from the bottom of the lake. It's eerie similarity to the craft used by the UNSC at the time brought cold chills down his spine. "Sir, I believe we have found the remenants of a UNSC Pelican Dropship. From the rust and the model, I can assure you that it took part during the coflict here on Installation 05 during the Human-Covenant War." He took a deep breath as he passed one hand across the craft, feeling the rough and brittle surface that had once been smooth before going around to a table that had gear on it with a scientist scanning it. He paused as his gaze fell to the ODST Battle Armor. "There were ODST's on that craft. Sir, I we found the last remnants of UNSC conflict here on Halo..."

***

UNSC Daylight After Night

In orbit of Installation 05/Delta Halo

1530 Hours

"Everyone is aboard sir. UNSC Research and Recovery Team accounted for."

The captain turned to face the view screen, closing his eyes and sighed as he turned once more on his heels and headed to the navegation controls.

"Set course for Earth. Let Lord Hood know that we are bringing our men home."

He turned back and sat himself in the captain's chair, strapping in as he looked out of the view port. Black space began to shine, streaks of light apprearing around the ship as Halo suddenly dissapeared from view.

"We are in slip-space. Time to destination, thirty-four hours."

The captain leaned back on his chair and sighed as he remembered the words that Lord Hood had told him two years back. His mission was complete now.

***

Two Years Earlier

UNSC Hillside Memorial

Earth

"Lord Hood, you asked for me?"

"Yes... I have a new mission for you."

"What would it be, sir?"

"I'm sending you out with a UNSC Research and Recovery Team to Delta Halo. Find anything of importance, then bring it back here."

"Importance, sir?"

"Any remnants of UNSC conflict. Vehicles, armor, shell casings. Anything that you can find and identify."

"Sir."

"That is all..."

***

The alarm flared over the ship as the captain opened his eyes once more and quickly unstrapped himself.

"Damage control!"

"Sir, reports of unidentyfied contacts throught the ship! We lost contact with level B-5 and C-2. Fireteams are headed to that position."

The man stopped speaking as his face turned completely white. He looked back to the captain as he began to mutter a word over and over again.

"Flood."