Halo Fanon:Celebrity Deathmatch/Series Two

Chapter 00: Back to Basics
Twenty-four cells stood side by side, the occupants dressed only in modest cloth of a dull gray color. The array of different species eyed each other cautiously. Some recognized each other, others knew no particular person, but everyone recognized the few species present. Humans gave Sangheili dirty looks, and Sangheili gave Jiralhanae even dirtier looks. Unggoy tried to not give anyone dirty looks, but they couldn’t help but shiver in their armor at the sight of so many demons congregated in one place.

“Welcome to the Halo Fanon Celebrity Death Match,” came a voice over the intercom system. The eleven captives looked around. “You have been selected for our competition, and have thus been transported from your universe into another.”

“What?” someone asked.

“After you died, your very existence was transferred into our universe. Because our universes are separate, time does not apply. This competition will have ended before you were ever born, or in several cases created, yet you have all already died. In a way, we have brought you together from a particular universe and particular time to battle each other. Because our universe has been afforded to see your universe, you are well known by us, and some have even placed bets on who will win. You have been divided into four categories: human, alien, construct, and classical.”

“Classical?” an older, white-furred Jiralhanae grunted, confused.

“Several contestants are actually from a universe parallel to yours. The events that occur in your two universes are often very similar, but not entirely the same. These ‘classical’ contestants exist in both universes, but we chose those from the parallel universe because we had viewed it first, and found them to be a major player in the events.”

“So why were we brought here?” a human, one in Cell 11, asked.

“To put it quite bluntly, you were brought here to fight each other to the death for our own personal amusement.” The construct in Cell 20 was hit by a strange sense of déjà vu. It shook its head once, as the voice continued. “Since you have all already died, we assumed you would not mind dying again. You will be given the choice of any weapons from your time, and those of you who wielded unique weapons or other equipment will be granted it. If you win, you will be granted to continue existing in this universe. Those of you who die will not. Think of it as a chance at a second life.”

“Spilling the blood of dirty scum will be reward enough for me,” a particularly zealous Sangheili proclaimed, eying a young looking Jiralhanae. “Let us begin this contest, that I might overcome the scum that betrayed my people.”