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Halo: Converging Outset

Fallen_Dragon
Reach is gone. Humanity is pushed back, and Spartans are fighting to buy time. With the Pillar of Autumn off-world, a threat is still present on Reach with Covenant digging for a Weapon, and thus, Humanity needs to respond. Otherwise, they'll truly have no hope. Noble Six joined along with the remaining Spartans now under the command of the Fires of Winter, a Punic Supercarrier leading a large Battlegroup to intercept the Covenant with little time. In a race to reach the weapon first things will go south leading them upon a unique circumstances with a divergence in the original story we know. (AU mainly of the Mass Effect and Star Wars parts of the story) Patr##n.com/NightEternity *Do not own Halo, Star Wars, or Mass effect*
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