A Noble Cause

by Docson810

Spartan-IIIs B312, B318, B332, and A117 have just arrived on planet Reach, the heart of the UNSC's naval might, to join up with Spartan Team NOBLE after the death of a NOBLE squad member - just in-time for the Fall of Reach. These four Spartans will insure the survival of humanity through failure, tragedy, and death, before they themselves fall. Will Reach survive? AU

1. Chapter 1: The Arrival

Hey, FanFic readers. Just to re-clarify, this is a story following Noble Team during Halo Reach's version of the fall of Reach. This is an AU, and I will write an alternate ending alongside the original after the conclusion chapter for those of you who wanted a different ending. That being said, as we get closer to the ending, I will be asking you guys what you guys want me to do for the ending. Each mission will be separated into 2-3 chapters, depending on the length of the mission and what I'm in the mood for. I will try to release a chapter every week or two. One last thing; this is my first FanFiction story, so take it with a grain of salt, and of course leave any comments on what I'm doing well and what I could improve upon. But, anyways guys, enjoy the story!

An M12 Warthog is driving down a deserted dirt road in the middle of nowhere, trailed closely by 2 Falcon airborne transports. 5 people; a Marine foot soldier and 4 fully armored Spartan-IIIs, occupy the vehicle. A building is visible in the distance, surrounded by UNSC personnel and vehicles.

"Six, you almost done admiring yourself in that mirror you call a visor?" one Spartan said. "Yeah, Eight," said the Spartan occupying the passenger's cabin seat, "I'm almost done. I just can't believe I'm actual wearing the armor that they wear. It's amazing." The Spartan put on his helmet after looking at the visor for one last moment. The Spartan's left shoulder plate carried a symbol with the appearance of two sword-like lines crossing each other near the bottom with a small semi-triangle above the cross, all inside of another triangle. Just beneath the symbol was a large 6. All 3 of the other Spartans had the same symbol, each with a different consecutive number: 7, 8, and 9 were the numbers.

"Spartans, we're almost at the base. ETA, 5 minutes," stated the Marine. True to his word, the base was approaching rapidly. "Nine, you set?" the Spartan called Six asked. "Yeah, almost set. I'm just as astounded as Six," said the Spartan called Nine. "I mean, seriously, we're wearing Spartan armor! It's a massive upgrade to that Powered Infiltration Armor." "Yeah, but it's a hell of a lot heavier. I mean, seriously. This thing weighs like 500 pounds. And I thought I was heavy," stated another Spartan. His shoulder number read 8. The Falcons sped ahead and touched down just outside the main structure just as the Warthog pulled up. The Spartans stepped out of the transport and walked towards the main building, passing by a landed Falcon. Another Spartan with green Scout armor, a camouflage sash and 3 bullets on each pauldron on his armor. At the moment he seemed to be counting his bullets. As the other Spartans passed, he eyed them closely. "Hmm. More Spartans. Maybe our new recruits?" he thought to himself.

Six, Seven, Eight and Nine, as they were called after meeting each other, could hear a conversation. "…I responded with trooper fire teams, which have since been declared MIA." "And now you're sending us?" a voice said. "ONI believes the deployment of a Spartan team is a gross misallocation of valuable resources. I disagree." As Six walks in after glancing at another Spartan sharpening what appeared to be a large kukri knife on a shoulder pauldron, but is stopped by a prosthetic arm, as well as Seven, Eight and Nine. "Commander," a female voice called. The owner of the arm appeared to be another Spartan. "So that's our new Number Six, and his friends, too," said a large Spartan-II sitting near the wall as he and who looked to be the commander turned to face the group. "Kat, you read their files?" asked the kukri-wielding Spartan in the corner. "Only the parts that weren't covered in black ink," responded the Spartan named Kat. "Anyone claim responsibility, sir?" asked the commander, ignoring the 4 new arrivals. "ONI thinks it might be the local Insurrection. Five months ago, they pulled a similar job on Harmony. Took out our eyes and ears, then stole two freighters from dry dock. That cannot happen here. Reach is too damn important. I want that relay back online, Noble One," stated the on-screen officer. "Sir, consider it done," said the commander. "Then I'll see you on the other side. Holland out." Noble 1 grabbed his helmet off the table (Commando, standard variant helmet, Assault/Commando variant chest plate and accessories, mix of Commando and standard MJOLNIR Mk 5 pauldron armor) before turning to Six, Seven, Eight and Nine. "Lieutenants," Noble 1 started. "Commander, sir," Seven responded. "I'm Carter, Noble Team's leader. That's Kat, Noble 2," gesturing towards the female Spartan, "Emile and Jorge, 4 and 5," pointing to the kukri Spartan and the tall Spartan-II, respectively. "You're riding with me, Noble Six and Seven. Eight and Nine, you're riding with Kat, Emile and Jorge," finished Carter. The Spartans walked out of the building, Carter talking with Six and Seven while they walked towards the Falcons. "Not going to lie to you, Six. You're stepping into some shoes the rest of the squad would rather leave unfilled. Me, I'm just happy to have Noble back up to full strength. As for you, Seven, Eight and Nine, its nice to have some new additions in terms of size. Just one thing. I've seen your files, even the parts the ONI censors didn't want me to. Glad to have your skill sets. But that lone-wolf stuff, Six, it stays behind. Clear?" "Yes, sir," responded Six. "And Seven, you and Nine have worked together before, correct?" Carter asked Seven. "Yes, sir," responded Seven. "Hopefully he's as good a pilot as they make him out to be. Oh, and this is Jun, Noble 3," stated Carter. As the Falcons lifted off the ground and flew off into the morning sun, Jun finished the conversation with a welcoming statement; "Welcome to Reach."