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Day 6: Fleet, Union, Fire At Will, Crossover

Ok, quick note. This is going to be massive AU, and fan-service out the waazoo. Right, that’s all.

Also, @ladywolvesbayne , you wanted some John and Steve being badass? 😉

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Well this is certainly a predicament.

Steve let the thought crossed his mind as he chucked his shield into the chest of an Elite to send it stumbling backwards, following it up with kicking its leg the wrong way so hard it snapped. The shield predictably flew back to his hand and he caught it, uppercut the Elite in the mandibles, and was rewarded with the audible crunching of bone.

When the head exploded in a splash of purple blood, he simple shoved the body aside and continued on. The Chief had arrived.

Steve sprinted forward, a cluster of Marines behind him. His mind drifted to how they’d ended up here.

Well... not even Tony was sure what happened, but they had guessed they had somehow done something wrong with the Infinity Gauntlet and sent themselves here. To another universe, with a humanity that had been fighting for its very existence.

Steve... well.... let’s just say Nat had to comfort him when he realized the extent of the war and that he couldn’t have helped at all.

A line of purple plasma blasts skittering across the ground in front brought him crashing back to reality. Seems like a— what had the Chief called them? Shade turrets! Seems like a Shade turret had spotted them, and it was aiming right at a Marine.

Steve jumped in front of the blasts and raised his shield, grunting when the superheated plasma started slamming into his shield. He was definitely able to stop it, but that didn’t mean it didn’t burn like all hell. “Chief!”

“Standby.” Came back over the comm.

And then an Elite corpse came flying through the trees, followed closely by the Chief, who dropped to a knee and skidded forward along the dirt. Steve instantly knew what he was doing.

Taking the initiative, the Captain sprinted forward and leaped onto Chief’s back, and then leaped again when he felt the seven foot tall man rise underneath him, sending him flying into the air.

“Cover the Cap!” Shouted one of the Marines.

Steve chuckled to himself as he landed on the raised earthwork the Shade turret was settled on, performing a combat roll to keep his momentum. He shot to his feet and turned to the left, spartan-kicking a Grunt in the face so hard its skull shattered as the body flew away.

“Rogers, on your six.”

Steve whirled as the Chief’s warning came over the comm, and proceeded to get his shield knocked out of his hand by a Brute.

“I thought you said the Storm Covenant didn’t have any Brutes?” He grunted into the comm as he rolled out of the way of a gravity hammer swing.

“They shouldn’t. Something’s wrong.”

Steve let that thought simmer as he slammed several open-palm strikes into the Brute’s chest before jumping into the air and kicking backwards off its chest, pulling a mid-air backflip and landed at a kneel. His eyes darted over the Plasma Pistol the Grunt had dropped and immediately a plan formed in his mind.

The Captain sprinted forward as the Brute lifted his hammer, and then slid between the beast’s legs as the hammer crashed down on the dirt behind him followed by a Brute snarl. Now behind it, the Captain rose to his feet and sprinted for the pistol, rolling over the ground as he grabbed it and immediately beginning to charge it up.

The Brute, for his part, was raging now. He snarled and raised his hammer, running towards Steve, who let the trigger go and sent a fully charged Plasma Pistol blast into the Brute’s knee, making it collapse with a roar and drop the hammer.

Immediately, Steve tossed the pistol and darted for the hammer as the Brute rose to one knee, and with one swing, sent the now-dead beast flying. “Chief, heads up!”

The Spartan caught the hammer sent his way in one smooth motion, and proceeded to use it to liquify the innards of three Elites by activating the gravity manipulation and slamming all three at the same time.

Spotting his shield where it had been knocked away, Steve retrieved it only to hear-

“Hunter! Defilade, defilade!”

“Shit-“

He could hear Tony calling him out for his language even when he had no idea he’d said that. Steve jumped down from the earthwork and looked over at the Hunter bearing down on the Chief. “Hey! You missed one!”

And then threw his shield into the back of the Hunter’s head. Surprisingly fast, the beast turned around and roared, charging at the Captain, only for the Chief to tear it in two with a hammer strike. Before they had a chance to do anything, a cluster of Covenant troops emerged from the trees, and a Phantom emerged from the clouds.

“Chief?” Steve tightened his shield on his arm and raised it.

The Spartan nodded in reply, before slamming the gravity hammer into Steve’s shield. The resulting shockwave took out the Covenant troops. And several dozen trees.

Without waiting, they both sprinted towards the Phantom, only for the Chief to suddenly stop, then grab the arm Steve extended to him, before launching him at the speed of an Archer missile into the sky towards the dropship.

The Covenant Pilot was in the middle of making a turn, so Steve flew straight into the troop bay, slamming into a Brute so hard it fell out of the dropship. Quickly, he threw his shield into the face of a Jackal, of which it bounced off and hit two Grunts in quick succession. As it did this, Steve drop-kicked an Elite out of the Phantom, and kicked a Grunt into a Jackal, easily catching his shield as it returned to him. He picked up a Plasma Grenade off the floor and activated it, tossing it into the cockpit before leaked out of the Phantom as it detonated in a wash of purple flame.

The two fighting styles of the Spartan and the Captain merged quite well. Quite an interesting union.

Landing on the ground, he activated his comm. “Stark, I hope you’re having better luck than us.”

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“-uck than us.”

“You wish, Capsicle. We’re- woah!” Tony jerked to his left as a wash of plasma clipped his leg. “Watch the paint!” He yelled as he blasted the offending Seraph with his Arc Reactor beam. “Little Red, Aunt Peg, how about you?”

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“-ow about you?”

Peggy rolled her eyes. “Captain Lasky is performing effectively, Anthony.”

“Gee, thanks.” Thomas chuckled, then turned back to the bridge. “Weapons Officer, set mark 1-7-6, ready MAC-1, fire when when ready. Ready EP-1, set sweeping trajectory through targets Storm-1 through Storm-3.”

“MAC-1 firing!” The deck rumbled. “MAC round away.”

Peggy was still trying to wrap her head around how she’d even ended up here, but she wasn’t complaining. Apparently Steve had tried to come back to her, and something had gone wrong.

“Lieutenant James, set course 2-7-0. Ahead flank.” He turned back to Weapons. “Weapons, fire EP-1 at assigned target.”

“Firing EP-1!” A bright white line shot out from the front of the Infinity and sheared through not one, not two, but three Covenant frigates.

“Captain!” Lieutenant James called out.

“El-Tee?” Lasky asked the bald man.

“We have an incoming Slipspace signature. Collision alarms are flaring!”

“All hands, brace brace!” Lasky barked into the intercom.

And then a CSO-Class emerged from Slipspace right in front of them.

“Bloody....” Peggy muttered.

“Incoming projectiles!”

“Spin up poi—“

“Too late!”

The ship rumbled and the lights flashed as countless Plasma Torpedoes slammed into the vulnerable super-carrier. “Roland, re-route non-critical power to shields!”

“FRIDAY, help him!” Natasha snapped from her place in the corner.

“On it.” The two replied simultaneously.

A tense silence ensued. The CSO, however dilapidated it was, stopped firing.

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