Fanfic #203 Out of Reach by Czechus(HaloXPercyJackson)

This fanfic is a crossover between Halo and Percy Jackson following Noble Six in the world of Percy Jackson. I really like this fic because it had an interesting way of combining the two worlds and I also like the way the mc interacts with the world.

Synopsis: "Child out of time comes back home, by the wish of the goddess who wanted him to go. With the blood of worlds resting on his hands, monsters will hide from this man. The moon in the sky, and the luck on his side, fate will not be able to bind his life. Run and hide, oh monster about, but it doesn't matter for the wolf is out."

Rated: M

words: 84k

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13629026/1/

Here's the first chapter:

Reach has fallen. Despite humanity's best effort, despite everything UNSC did, Reach has fallen. Those who had a chance to run away from this doomed planed were already lightyears away. And those who were unfortunate enough to be left… They knew what will happen. After all, the Covenant did not take prisoners.

Reach was once a beautiful world. Humanity's fortress in the sky, guarding the way to our home, Earth. Once it was also home to the best warriors humans have ever created – Spartans. It was their home, their beginning.

Once this world was many things. But not anymore. Now Reach was nothing more than wasteland, with cities buried under the glass. Reach was no more.

Reach was lost.

And yet, there were still people fighting on the surface. They knew what will happen to them. They all knew they will die. But it didn't matter to them. They wanted revenge, and they wanted to take as many of the Covenant soldiers as possible with to the grave.

The last days of august were the last day of human's reign over the Reach.

The last days of august were also the days that were supposed to decide the fate of humanity. And all of that was supposed to be a work of one Spartan. One soldier, who was able to stand alone against armies, who could make the entire militia groups disappear.

Spartan B-312 watched as the very last ship was running away from Reach, taking humanity's last hope high into the sky. Pillar of Autumn, the last arc for any UNSC forces from Reach was flying away, slowly disappearing in the orange sky. Maybe if the things were different, our lonely Spartan would be on board of that ship, going wherever they were going.

But it would seem that fate had prepared something completely else for him. He knew this world is going to be his grave. There was no escape from Reach. He was destined to fight his final fight here.

Noble Six, the call sign of Spartan B-312 during his time on Reach, continued to watch as the Covenant forces were searching for any survivors. He knew, that sooner or later those alien bastards are going to find him. He might as well make it a little harder for them.

It was time to move. Noble Six knew that. It was his last mission, and he knew what to do. It was drilled to every Spartan of the third generation, especially the ones who were later supposed to be in the Head-Hunter division. If the survival is no longer possible, if the mission is at risk, then do as much damage as possible and take as many enemy troops as possible.

Moving through the drydocks of Ashod, Noble Six looked around, scanning the entire area. The first thing that he had noticed – other than destroyed buildings - were countless Spartan's dead bodies. So many of his brothers and sisters, laying dead, without burial, without even a shroud of memory. They were all left here to rot, most likely never to be discovered again.

That was the fate of most Spartans. To die somewhere, alone, and forgotten. The fate to which all of them agreed - at least all Spartan III's – just to have a chance to get revenge.

And now, all of them were here, dead.

Noble Six once again looked at the sky, while reloading his M392. With every second, the skies of Reach were full of Covenant ships – from Banshees to carriers and so on. They already knew about his presence. Now he was their target. Now he couldn't just escape, he had to face them.

Alone, just like in the past.

Soon, the first wave came, trying to surround him and attacking him from every direction possible, both from the ground and from the skies. But the lone wolf was standing. The lone wolf wasn't done. He still had the strength to take more of them to the grave.

The second wave came… Then third, and so on. The lone wolf refused to die. Soon countless bodies of many Sangheili and Unggoy warriors were left to rot. The lone wolf was once again proving his reputation – the man who could make the entire military groups disappear. Then again – it was rather obvious for someone who was claimed to be a Hyper-Lethal vector.

He was now once again showing why the Covenant should fear humans and why the covenant was right to mark Spartans as "demons". Because now he was Apollyon, the angel of doom.

Sadly, even angels can fall. And so did Noble Six. No matter how many he killed, more and more covenant forces were coming to his direction. It almost looked as if the entire planet was against him. One wolf, against the entire invading force.

Many of the ancient philosophers would call this last stand as the most heroic thing they have ever seen. But the truth was a lot sadder. There was nothing heroic at this moment. There was just a lonely boy, surrounded by monsters, fighting his last fight, fully knowing that he is not going to survive.

There was nowhere to run. There was nowhere to hide. The lone wolf was trapped.

First, his energy shields were destroyed. And with them, more and more cracks on his visor. After a few shots and cracks, Noble Six was forced to remove his helmet, and fight with completely unprotected head. And even then he wasn't giving up.

But he was just one Spartan, alone and wounded against the entire Covenant army. Even with his mighty strength, he was soon surrounded by Sangheili warriors and pinned to the ground. Even while bleeding, he was still fighting and pushing away his enemies, just like any wolf would do.

There were his last moments. No matter how many enemies he had defeated, it was the end of him. He was pinned to the ground by two large Sangheili warriors, without a chance to escape. It was the moment when the final blow was supposed to come.

And yet, perhaps fate this time decided to be kind to our Spartan. There was no final blow, no plasma swords tearing him apart and boiling his insides. Instead, white light exploded all around Noble Six's body.

Whatever it was, it completely obliterated the surrounding Sangheili warriors, turning them into nothing more than dust.

Sadly, even with this intervention, it was already too late for Noble Six. He was already beyond the point of saving. He was dying.

The last thing he could remember before the darkness took him away, was a crying woman, holding him like a loving mother who was just about to lose her only child…

I am alone.

For decades… No for centuries, I was alone. The last of my kind.

My lifespan lasted for thousands of years. We thought that we are eternal, we believed ourselves to be the most superior race in the universe. And yet, one by one we started to fade. Defeated by the lack of human faith in us.

I remember the past just like you would remember a dream. My time on Delos with my brother and Mother. My first day as an Olympian Goddess. My adventures with my hunters. Wars against titans and Gaia. That was so long ago. So long that I even started to question myself if it really happened.

I remember what happened to us all. How everything started to fall. How mythology started to fade away. Humans did this to us. They have simply stopped needing us.

Like any living species, we started to fight for our survival. After the fall of the ancient world, our legacies and demigods were more than enough to keep us alive. We survived just on the pure faith of our children to the twenty-first century.

But then it all started to change. First – it was demigods pure strength and determination that defeated both titans and the forces of Gaia. Our children, they did something that we all thought was impossible.

After the two great prophecies, we believed that our life will return to the old ways. We had our little perturbations (like when my brother was forced to become a mortal for a while), but we really thought that from now on our life will be nothing but a pure bucolic tale. Eternal life with nothing but pleasure awaiting us.

Oh, how we were wrong.

It all started innocently in 2021. "The International Society of Civil Engineers" they called it. World of science united to help all humanity. I remember how my sister Athena was intrigued by this idea and this organization. She had seen an opportunity to manipulate humans into what she believed was best – to her and Olympians of course.

She was soon surprised that said society wasn't exactly too keen on her ideas. To them, she was too proud, too stubborn, and too bumptious. Obviously, my sister didn't like the way they have called her, and thus placed a curse on them, to make sure their society will fail.

And yet they didn't. Even with a curse placed upon them, they have continued to work for the good of entire humanity. That only made Athena more furious.

Soon, the society with the help of NASA created another space program. "Project Artemis" they have called it. To be honest, I used it to make fun of my brother, saying that mortals have used my name for a project that actually succeded.

And so, the decades have passed in peace. That was until the year 2075 when the mortals have surprised us once again. But what was a glorious moment for mortals, for us it begins our downfall. In that year humanity has united itself and created one planetary government. There was no longer west and east civilization. There was now a human civilization.

We, greek gods, have always lived thanks to the power of the heart of the west. But now, there was no west, there was nothing to support us. Even the combined faith of nymphs and satyrs was not enough.

In other words, we were fading.

We tried many things – sired as many demigods as possible, to fuse with another mythology… But nothing was working. Soon we have discovered that it wasn't just us that were fading. Our Romans selves, Norse, Egyptians… They were all fading away.

By the end of the twenty-first century, we were the last living pantheon on Earth.

We – as Olympians were trying everything possible to remain alive. Many things that most people would consider as monstrosities. But we were desperate. We were trying to survive. Even if he had to sacrifice many mortals to do so.

While we were debating and falling into despair, humanity has pushed further. They have created cities on the moon and Mars. They were pushing even further, clearly trying to colonize the entire solar system. We were afraid that soon they will be beyond our Reach.

And so we have created conflict within them, to make sure they will be halted. But it only made them developed even further. The united human government showed its strength by stopping a war that might as well be called a third world war. Humans were victorious and united more than before.

And so, with the next century, we were the only pantheon left on Earth.

Maybe some demigods in the past were right. Maybe we really do not learn from our mistakes. We tried it again. It was supposed to be a conflict that was meant to create a few countries ruled by our children and followers. And with that we were meant to able to once again control you, taking the power of the heart of the new human civilization, and rule stronger than ever before.

Of course, none of it happened. Instead, we have created chaos within the entire solar system and almost destroyed the Earth itself.

You have a few names for it. Jovian moons campaign, Rain forests wars, and Interplanetary war. Yes, that was all us doing. It was our last desperate call to halt you and to make you obedient. All the leaders of the Koslovics and Fascist Frieden were demigods. Leaders of the military groups destroying UN forces in South America? Our demigods, legacies, and Nymphs. Or some at least some of them.

And it didn't work like we thought it would. Instead of devided humanity, reaching for the help of your superiors, you have won. You have destroyed our hope. But I guess we had it coming. After all those centuries when we were playing and toying with you. Treating you like slaves.

You have ended the war with a treaty of Calisto. What a coincidence. Mythology has started this war and mythology has ended it. And now, humanity as a whole was even stronger. United under one banner – under United Earth Government.

We wanted to create a better world for ourselves. To once again claim power over you. And instead, we have almost destroyed you and our home.

I remember how rain Forrests on Earth were burning. I remember walking through destroyed cities, watching how endless families and their children were starving and dying on the streets. And even a century later, after you had reconstructed your cities, the famine was still looking you in the eyes. Earth and the entire solar system was overpopulated.

And while you had your own problems before you, we were dying. First died Nymphs and satyrs. They died when you have bombarded rain forests where they were hiding. After that, it didn't take long for the rest to start to vanish from this universe.

First, we have lost the mist. Without the mist, we believed that maybe humans will finally realize how mistaken they were about the universe. Maybe all we had to do was just to simply appear before the mortals. But it was too late.

First I have watched how minor gods and goddesses were fading. Then our enemies – Titans, Gigas, and monster.

Then I was forced to watch how my own mother faded before my eyes. I still remember the last words she spoke to me just before she closed her eyes for the last time. Then I was forced to watch my father – Zeus, and my uncle Poseidon to vanish. After all, all the skies and oceans were under the control of humans.

Soon other gods from the Olympian council had followed. One by one I was forced to see another member of my family fade away right before my eyes. In the year of one of your greatest achievements – the creation of Fujikawa-Shaw drive, the same one that allowed you to finally reach other stars, half of the Olympian council has already faded.

The day you have reached another solar system was the day my brother died. While you were celebrating the creation of your first interstellar colony, I was overwhelmed by grief. I cried for weeks, realizing that soon will be my turn.

But it wasn't coming. I knew I should have faded away way before, but something was keeping me alive. Something was forcing me to stay and watch.

In the twenty-fifth century I watched as the last member of my family – Hestia – has faded away. I was the last living god from Earth in the entire universe. And so, the only living remnants from the era of gods were Me, my hunters, and Amazon warriors.

I must admit, you humans have surprised me again. Within two hundred years you were able to colonize more than eight hundred worlds. You proved that you are more than just a savage beast – you were now creators, doing something we, gods, wouldn't even dare to dream about. You have surpassed us.

And so you have moved on, flying further and further from your homeworld. Expanding your new empire.

Yet even if you were so hopeful about an era of peace, the conflict seemed to follow you wherever you went. Even without our influence, old wounds and ideas seem to find a new place to grow within you.

An insurrection you have called it. By the end of the twenty-fifth century, a new conflict, greater than anything you humans have ever waged was taking over many of your worlds. In some of them, I have recognized people who were once associated with us, like our pride amazon warriors. Soon the conflicted turned into war.

And just like always, with every new war, a new concept of warfare was created. I was impressed by your new creation. Orbital Drop Shock Troopers. You mortal, have done once again something, that many of us were afraid in the past. To willingly step into a death-trap, fall from the orbit to the ground and the fight behind the enemy lines. It was something that even I and the remains of my hunters were forced to be amazed about.

But then, once again, everything changed. You were discovered by something I would laugh at in the past. Aliens, a concept so alien to me. But they existed, and they have shown you their might.

And I watched how they would burn your entire worlds, how they would slaughter even innocent children and their parents, just for pure fun. How they haunted for any survivors, just to tear them apart and even eat them.

I was terrified. I was forced once again to watch how everything around me was dying. Will I be forced to witness the fall of humanity? Will I be forced to be the last living being from a once-proud civilization?

Covenant was destroying everything in their path. I tried to fight some of their warriors – I was a goddess after all – only to realize that I was nowhere near to call myself the most powerful. My pride has cost me my hunters. I was alone.

And then they came – coming like heroes of ancient times, bringing terror to the invaders and hope to the rest of humanity. Spartans. Soldiers with capabilities reaching beyond any human limits. Fighting better than even our best demigods of the past. I even wondered for a while if those Spartans aren't new demigods. I was hopeful that perhaps the Olympus has risen again, and released a new bred of warriors.

But Spartans weren't demigods. They didn't possess any powers coming from any god or goddesses. They were just… extraordinary humans. But if they weren't demigods, then what they were? Humans were capable of anything those Spartans have done. They didn't even behave like humans. They behaved like machines.

I wondered, what kind of monsters you mortals have created?

The war went on. Even with the help of Spartans, you mortals were still loosing. It would seem that I was going to watch the death of the human race.

You have lost three hundred worlds. And now, the covenant has discovered your fortress in the sky, the gate to your home. They have discovered Reach.

It was one month full of blood and despair. I think it was the first time I have witnessed something as horrifying as this. Destroyed cities, slaughtered civilians… It was too much for me to watch. And yet something was forcing me to stay. Some weird feeling was telling me where to go. As if I had to hunt something down.

And so I was searching for my prey.

The first time I have spotted him, was when he has fallen from the sky. I knew that some of the mortals could fall from the sky in their weird pods, and I have also heard the rumors about Spartans being capable of falling from the sky and surviving just in their armor. I have never believed in those rumors until I have witnessed it with my very own eyes.

He was like many other Spartans. He had this weird, almost impossible to wear futuristic armors. His armor was black and silver, with a brown visor on his helmet. I watched him shrugging off the fact that he has just fallen from the sky and just going back to the city called New Alexandria.

There I watched him fighting alone against many covenant forces. He was ruthless, silent, and deadly. To be honest, I was saddened a little that he was not born centuries earlier as a girl – he would be a perfect candidate for a hunter.

He was beyond good. He was like a deadly machine. Perhaps even better than any of my hunters from the past. I know, shocking that – Lady Artemis – would ever say something like this. But it was hard not to notice how many of his enemies were afraid of him.

And so I watched him, wondering if he was the reason why fate has brought me to this planet.

He fought and slew many of his enemies. He and his team of other Spartans. Despite the destruction of New Alexandria, he wasn't giving up. He continued every mission he was commanded to do.

And then I watched him reaching the last spaceship on this planet. He could have safely escaped this planet. But then one of those weird alien warriors had killed another Spartan. And so he decided to stay. I don't know why. I just heard him say:

"Negative. I have the gun. Good luck, sir."

Then I realized what he did. He stayed behind so that others might have a chance to fly away.

He was alone, on the planet occupied by deadly aliens. Yet he never gave up. I watched him, in his desperate fight. He was like a lone wolf, ultimate hunter of the forests. And I watched in awe as he obliterated all of his enemies. At that moment, for a moment he even looked like a god.

But his enemies had numbers and firepower. He soon was surrounded and wounded. His visor was cracked. I could see his Vibrant blue eyes. They were cold, calculating, almost as if they didn't belong to a human. And there was also something familiar with those eyes. It felt as if have seen them before, a long time ago.

Then, the same Spartan decided to take out his helmet. And then… I almost had a stroke.

At that moment I have realized why I was alive for so long. I have realized why he looked so familiar to me. The last time I have seen him, was when he was just a small baby. When I decided to disregard him. When I decided to throw him into chaos so that he would die and forever disappear from my life, like a mistake he was.

I recognized him even without his powers. He wasn't a demigod, he didn't have any connection to me anymore. But I could still recognize him.

And now, he was here, at his last moment. And I was forced to watch him die, again.

I couldn't watch this. I hated myself for many centuries for what I have done to him. I berated myself, I punished myself and cried many times. I wanted nothing more but to turn back time and prevent my past self from throwing him away. I wanted to have my son.

I wanted to hold him in my arms. I wanted to watch him grow. To hug him.

I wanted to love him. To be his mother like I should always be.

And now he was once again dying right before my eyes. Pinned down to the ground by those alien freaks. Even then he was still desperately fighting.

I could not watch it. And I could not watch him die again. And so I used all that was left from my divine energy to destroy all those monsters around him.

When all the monsters have turned into nothing more than dust, I went down to him as fast as I could. I reached him and tried to hold him. My son… He was dying right before my eyes and there was nothing I could do to help him.

Tears were falling from my eyes. My baby, my little child. He looked at me with his eyes, just to slowly close them forever. Soon there was no pulse coming from him.

I yelled from the top of my lungs, with a roar full of rage and despair. I was too late again. I lost him again.

"Please…" My voice was hoarse. I could barely speak through my sobbing. "Please… Let him live… I am begging. Take my life, just let my son live! Please let him have another chance! I hate myself… I hate what I did in the past! I'd do everything just to be able to change it. But please… Please let my son live!"

Soon, my body started to glow and then slowly fading. I was dying. After all those centuries I was dying. I couldn't see the world around me anymore, and yet, somehow, I could still see my son. I watched as he started to breathe again and how he once again tried to open his eyes.

I reached him for the last time, caressing his cheek while tears of pure happiness were flowing from my eyes. Even if I was fading, I was happy. My son was alive once again.

Now, when I was about to fade, there was something I finally had a chance to say. Something I have been waiting to say for a few centuries.

"I love you, my son"

And then, the world was no more…