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Me: Hey all! This is my first ever fanfic so be nice! I would like to thank Neromon for giving me support, so check out his works.http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7598242/1/or on DA his name also being Neromon. Also, I would like to thank Orthodox for beta reading this for me.

Tom: I hope you don't make me look bad in this...

Me: For those who don't know, this is Tom. He's been bit self-conscious lately with the new fic, being about him and all.

Tom: I'm not being self-conscious, I just don't want you making me look like an idiot!

Me: Oh, calm down. You will love it! Trust me.

Tom: If I don't, just remember one thing. Don't run.

Me: Um, why is that?

Tom: You'll only die tired.

Me: *gasps* You wouldn't really shoot me! We're best friends!

Tom: That depends on how big of a fool you portray me as.

Me: *gulp* Um...ok, let's get on with the fic!

Tom: If this wasn't already apparent, my friend over here doesn't own Digimon, Halo, or any other trademarked items listed in this fic.

Me: Except, of course, I own Tom and all my original content and characters.

Tom: Ha! No one owns me!

Me: *rolls eyes* Ok, without further ado, I bring you Chapter 1 of Against All Odds!

Tom: Remember to review!

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PROLOGUE

Long before the Flood entered the Milky Way galaxy, the universe was threatened by a great evil that had the ability to not only consume the universe we knew with chaos and strife, but universes of different planes as well. Many great races fought this power and fell. Even the great Precursors were no match for its evil powers.

With the fall of the Precursors, all seemed lost. That was, until a young race known as the Forunners stepped up to face this great evil. The Forunners was led by two great heroes; one, a great warrior that bore the crest of shadows and afterlife (later this warrior would be the father of the Forunner warrior class, and the Didacts helmet is modeled after the shadow hero himself), and a wise leader that bore the crest of light and life (mother of the builder class).

Together, these heroes represented harmony itself. They wielded immense powers, and some even say that they controlled the powers of shadows and light themselves. They sealed this great evil and all its followers in the void that existed between two planes. But they knew that one day, it would find a way to return.

In preparation, they created a new type of race, made of data and code, able to live in both a physical plane and digital plane. The hero of shadows placed his genes to be passed down to a young race he saw great potential in; humans. But his legacy was not to merely foster a new hero, but to create a new race all together, one that would bring true harmony to the cosmos. A perfect combination of data and DNA.

The hero of light had a portal constructed. A kind of bridge to another dimension. One that seemed to exist in a plane that was governed by data rather than atoms and molecules. This 'digital world' existed between the two sister universes; one young and full of life, the other with a long and bloody history of war and strife. This new world also acted as a buffer zone between all the galaxies and the great void where the evil ones were sealed away. In this new world, she planted the seeds of a new type of life and set the stage for the entrance of a new kind of life. Digimon, as they came to be called. Before departing, she set her special traits to be passed down to the first digital life forms, made from the 'nightmare code', a special data code she set dormant in the digital plane that would pave the way for the creation of the spices known as the Renamon.

The fate of the physical and digital plane seemed all but tied. With the innovations of the monster makers which truly brought Digimon to life, they turned from dormant fragments of code to the building blocks into what they envisioned; a new race of beings, made from data. Over time, evolution after evolution, they even gained the ability to cross the digital -physical barrier into the 'physical' plane.

But now the seal will be broken and the bridge will be crossed. A special young boy, alongside his partner, his new found best friend, will set out on an adventure to discover their true destiny, and will fight against all odds to save the universe from its impending doom.

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AGAINST ALL ODDS

Story Arch 1: New friends, old legends

Chapter 1: Close Calls

Standing on a peak overlooking walls and fences of the ONI Research Facility outside Villa Nobel, stood a young human boy of fifteen. This boy's name was Thomas, and the row of dark barracks and buildings surrounded by fence topped with razor wire, was a place he once called home. Tom was no ordinary human boy however; he was a Spartan cadet, trained from the age of six how to fight, how to survive, and how to adapt to any situation. But all that didn't seem to matter now. Tom was considered a freak among freaks. He was never truly accepted by any of the others. He was different, besides being the only Spartan with a true name and mother, which was always a point of jealously.

As if that weren't enough, he never seemed to fit in with them, nor did he want to. Tom was his own person. Despite what those bastards at ONI said, he couldn't be told how to act, how to do something. No, he just couldn't live a life of blindly following orders anymore. One of the only people that he had been able to call friend was dead, killed right in front of his eyes. They died right there in his fucking arms. A tear started to form.

"She died for what?" he cried. "To try and gain intelligence on some hunch those fucking ONI spooks came up with! I'm only 15 years old, and I've already had to watch someone I called my sister die in my arms."

He sighed deeply. "Well I'm sorry, but I can't live their life anymore. So what if a war breaks out? I don't want any part in it! I don't need anyone!"

Tears formed in the pits of his eyes as all his memories of Devin flooded his mind. He remembered how his mother had taken care of him, and how she had died weeks before Devin. The boy then replaced the helmet on the set of modified ODST armor he had taken from the armory that seemed to be able to fit over his young body. He slung his sniper rifle across his back so it lay to the side of the large ruck sack he was carrying. It contained all the ammo, food, and supplies he would need for his long hike to the space port where he would hope to catch a freighter and vanish. So he start a new life somewhere out in one of the new settlements on the outer rim. He just wanted to be as far from this place as possible.

He looked up at the sky. "I'm sorry mom, but I can't live like this anymore. I'm sorry I couldn't live up to be the person they want me to be..."

He took one last look at the base, then turned and ran into the unknown wilderness of Orion, never looking back...

A few hours had passed, and the base had been put on red alert that one of the Spartan candidates had deserted the compound, and had also broken into the armory. Tom found himself evading patrols of his fellow Spartans with instructions to bring him back at all costs, and search lights from ships flying overhead. He knew if he were caught, his dreams of escaping this place would be just that. A dream. Tom was one of the stealthiest out of any in the program, as well as the best shot, which is why he was trained as a sniper. Tonight, he was lone wolf, something he was used to after Devin was killed, but none the less nerve racking, knowing now the whole base was out looking for him.

"God I wish Devin was here..." he muttered under his breath as he weaved silently through the trees, looking for a place to evade the patrols

He finally took shelter in an oddly formed cave inside of one of the rock faces that littered Orion's mountain ranges. There he sat in utter darkness as the sounds of ships passing over head, and the sound of troops moving through the dense woods echoed through the night.

As much as he would want to deny it, he was afraid. He couldn't go back to that hell. He never fit in there. He was mistreated by everyone. The only people that truly cared for him were gone, except Bartel, but he was the one that gave Tom the idea to run. He always knew Tom didn't belong here. His last words to him before he left for were, "Sol kal deit " which means "Let your heart guide you to your path", and "Marc dal fei", which means, "Good luck brother. I will always be with you in spirit."

[Thanks Bart, you were truly a brother to me. I will never forget you.] This calmed him down a bit, but Tom was still fearful of the other Spartans that were looking for him. He knew that they would want to cause him some harm, or just shoot him on sight for going AWOL.

Especially Zach. Zach hated Tom for everything. He was a free thinker, an innovator, and deep down a kind soul. This all made Zach despise him, and labeled him as a weak runt and that he didn't deserve to be a Spartan, or breathe for that matter

"Well then you got your wish Zach. I don't want this life. You take it," Tom said softly as he waited out the search patrols. He had walked deeper into the strange cave. Just in case any of the patrols looked inside the cave, he could hide in a branching chamber.

This cave was like a maze, but Tom made note of his direction to find his way out. He came across a chamber that seemed smaller than the rest and very well hidden behind a bunch of stalagmites. This particular chamber seemed to call to him, so he decided to hide there. But as he went deeper into the chamber, the cave walls began to give way gave way to a metal hallway that led to a room. Tom, feeling drawn to it, decided to enter the strange room .The room was a gray metallic color like the hallway. It was lit by lights built into the floor and ceiling, but it was a dim bluish-purple. It was completely empty except for a pedestal.

"What the hell is this place...?" he muttered under his breath as he slowly entered the long forgotten chamber.

On the pedestal lay what looked like the pendant his mother always wore and a strange little device. He picked up the pendant and began examining. It unlike his mother's, this one was made of a strange kind of metal. He put it around his neck and then he examined the device. It was about 12 cm long and 4 cm wide, and was only a few millimeters thick. It was made of the same kind of metal as the pendant. It had no on button, and the 2 cm wide area where its holo screen would be was blank. The only other features it had was the two straps that were used to attach to your wrist. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a ship pass overhead, away from the cave. [I'll have time to dwell on it later. Now I need to get out of this cave. The search patrols must have moved on by now.] he concluded. But before he turned around, he heard a shot, and felt a sharp pain in his leg as a bullet ripped through the back of his thigh.

"Gah! Son of a bitch!" he yelled. Before he could bring his rifle to face his attacker, another shot ripped through his shoulder at the armor joint and passed right through him, like a knife through butter.

His shield was not active due to the fact he didn't think someone was going to be shooting at him. He fell to his good leg and turned to see who was attacking him.

"Well, well, Tom. Looks like you're getting sloppy. You didn't bother to try to cover your tracks." said Zach, a smug look on his face.

[Shit, I was so focused on getting away I didn't think they would be looking for me this hard!] he realized, cursing himself.

Zach grinned broadly. "You fucked up pretty bad this time, and now I'm going to make you pay with your life, you worthless piece of shit!" He brought his assault rifle towards his victim. Tom wished he could've had a chance to go were his heart told him, but now he was going to die here, and never get that chance.

Unknown to Tom, the pendant he wore almost seemed to respond to this thought of wanting to leave, and activated the ancient teleportation array that the room concealed behind its walls, waiting for the right person to stumble upon it. The pendant emitted a white light that blinded both of them, then he felt like he was being pulled backwards. He felt like he was falling into an endless void, when it all subsided and his vision returned. Opening his eyes, he was no longer in the cave, but in a forest. He thought it was Orion's forest, but he realized it was now day time, and the large evergreens and conifers that were indigenous to Orion were replaced by birch trees and dogwoods, or what looked like those kind of trees.

He was slumped agents one of the trees. His leg was in bad shape, and getting worse. He was losing a lot of blood. He quickly bandaged the wound to stop the bleeding. [No time to remove the bullet now...]he concluded.

He already had lost way too much blood and was feeling woozy. From the mixture of the loss of blood and the shock that began to set in from the wounds, the only reason he didn't pass out was probably due to the spike of adrenaline he received when a creature that Tom could only describe as a very large and very hungry looking spider appeared in front of him. It had begun to charge at him, and before he knew it, was right on top of him, jaws agape, just about to tear him in two.

Instantly, his survival instincts and training kicked in he swung his rifle's stock around with all his strength, and the rifle butt connected with the creatures head with an loud thud, diverting its assault .This, however, was shortly countered by a strong side swipe by one of the creature legs that sent him skidding ten feet across the ground, landing on his wounded shoulder. Pain shot through him like an electric shock. He was exhausted. He could barely stay awake any more. The shock from the blood loss was taking hold. He tried to fight it, tried to do anything, but his body refused to work, and his rifle was now some feet away from him. He could only lay there and wait for his end.

[Saved from a bullet, to just be eaten by a fucking spider!], he thought angrily. Just as his vision started to fade, he heard a female voice that echoed from somewhere above him. It sounded strong and confident in its annunciation, "Diamond Storm!" Suddenly, the giant arachnid was engulfed by what looked like crystals. Thousands of them! The spider seemed to just disintegrate into little particles. The next thing he saw was a tall yellow figure land near him, and then began to move toward him. All he could muster was, "What the hell...", and then everything faded to black.

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It has been a year since Renamon had arrived in this forest after she had left her home village in Kitsune Valley. Over the past year, her day to day life had become the same routine. In the morning, she would train; practicing her fighting techniques and fighting styles, followed by a tree to tree dash to work on her balance and foot work, and to get some conditioning in before she would head to her treetop home to have a small lunch. After lunch, she would either collect more food for a few more days, or just take a walk in the forest for a bit; maybe even train a little more or take dip in the river to cool off and wash up . From time to time, she even got to battle some wild Digimon or two.

Sure, it got boring at times, but she was content with her current life. It beats the life she would have had if she had stayed in Kitsune Valley and stayed as everyone's favorite emotional punching bag.

Worst of all, if she stayed, she would be forced to be mated to that creep her father chose for her. He said it was the only way she would ever get stronger and have strong children. She didn't buy into that bullshit one bit. She could become plenty strong without that creep's 'help'.

Today, she had taken a new route on her morning dash. She had stopped on the top branch of a tall maple to rest a bit and see where she was, when a bright flash had caught her keen eyes.

"What could that be?" she asked herself. Curiosity soon got the best of her, and she leapt from her resting spot to go check it out. When she arrived at the scene near the tree she was in, she saw something she wasn't expecting.

There was a large lone Kodokugumon that was attacking a strange looking Digimon that seemed to be wounded. The unknown Digimon had tried to defend itself by hitting the Kodokugumon with a strange looking staff, but the Kodokugumon had knocked the Digimon across the forest floor.

The way things looked if she didn't do something that wounded Digimon would end up as that Kodokugumon's breakfast. She leaped from the tree she was in and unleashed her powerful Diamond Storm attack she had perfected a few months back. It made quick work of the little pest.

As it broke up into tiny bits of data she snorted. "Low level rookie. It's not even worth absorbing the data." She then moved to help the strange Digimon she had saved, thinking out loud while she was assessing the strange new creature's condition. "It looks like its still breathing, but it's unconscious... "

Then she noticed the crimson stained bandages that had been keeping it from bleeding out. "Damn! Look at those wounds! I can't just leave it here, it'll surely be killed."

So the yellow vixen decided to take the wounded stranger home so she could attend to its wounds, and hopefully get answers to what it's doing here and how it was wounded. Those injuries surely couldn't have come from the Kodokugumon. It didn't have any attacks that would cause holes like that. She picked up the unconscious Digimon, its pack, and it's strange looking staff. She began her long trek back home.

Her den was a tree house she had constructed high in the thick tree canopy. It wasn't much, but it was home. It had four walls and a floor that was made from logs, kind of like a log cabin, but it had no roof. Instead, the thick tree canopy that towered above them seemed to be enough to stop any rain or other elements from entering, and served as an entrance to her den.

On one side of the hut was a hammock made from woven natural rope like material she had made from vines. Opposite her hammock was a large round log with two smaller logs that acted as a table and stools. Close to that was a fireplace that was made from four flat stones. After setting her guest down on her table and placing his gear in the other corner of her hut next to her food baskets, she started a fire in the stone fireplace to provide some light. She then began to tend to her unconscious guest.

She soon had found he was in fact wearing a kind of armor, which she expected to be the case. The way this poor thing bled, there was no way could it be a machine type Digimon (with Digimon, you just never know what to expect), and after ten minutes, she figured out how to remove it so she could tend to his wounds better.

When she removed its helmet she saw it was a male, not too much younger than herself. The strange creature had thick golden brown fur that only covered his head, and smooth light colored skin.

She had now gotten him down to a tight black long sleeve shirt and black undergarments that stretched down to his ankles ( theses are special garments that make up what is called a thermal barrier that most ODST wore under their armor to help diffuse their body temperature to help them mask their thermal signature).

As she began to remove more, she saw he was completely furless and was covered with the same soft light skin. She chucked to herself. [You know, he is kind of cute for not having fur.], she thought.

She saw where the wound was on his shoulder, and noticed that somehow it started to heal already, which surprised her. Then she began to move down to check on his leg. A blush then ran under her fur as she had to remove his undergarment to get to the leg wound.

She had tried to avert her gaze from the boy's sensitive areas. She blushed a bit more as she used the now stripped undergarment to cover his loins so she wasn't constantly trying to avert her gaze. "He is definitely male, no doubt about that," she said with a nervous chuckle, trying to stop from blushing through her fur.

Then she began to work on his leg, which unlike his shoulder, was looking pretty bad. She began to rinse it out with some water she had found in a canteen he had on his pack, then, using some bandages she fashioned out of some strips of cloth, replaced the bloody ones he had on. [There, that should hold for now.] she thought.

She carried and placed him in her hammock and covered him with the blanket she would use on colder nights or as a ground matt when she ever left for more than a day, which was rare for her nowadays.

She wasn't too thrilled with the fact she had to now sleep on one of the overhanging branches that made up her "roof", but she couldn't let the boy sleep on the floor. Not with a leg wound like that.

She yawned softly. "When he wakes up, he can tell me where he got those wounds, and maybe what he was doing wandering around in these woods," she stated.

Tired from today's events, she leapt to the nearest branch that was above her now occupied hammock and settled down. "Well, it's nice to have a change every once in a while. It certainly made today more interesting." she concluded as she drifted off to sleep.

ME: There will be more to come.... hey, wait...where's Tom? *sees red dot on chest* Cripes, he meant it ! * Dives out of room *

Tom: Hey, you'll never believe this! I found my old laser pointer! Man, I was looking all over for this thing...hey, wait, where did he go? Oh well, I guess I'll end it here. Remember leave a review!

ME: Well, here it is! Chapter two! I hope you all enjoyed chapter one.

**Tom: I better not get shot or almost eaten in this one...

ME: Quit complaining, you're being taken care of by a vixen bombshell! What more could you want?

Tom: True...ok, I guess last chapter wasn't all bad. But no more giant spiders!

ME: Fine, no more spiders. Now hush up, I need to finishso we can start the chapter. I do not own Digimon, Halo, or any other trademarked or copy righted items in this story. I do own my characters and the story itself. Ok, with all the legal stuff out of the way, enjoy chapter two!**

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