Hello, Rikahara here. I was just dying to type something, and,well, here is what I came up with. Please leave feedback on if you think I should continue this. I'm also debating on the mood of the story, like if it should be filled with humor, or be something more along the lines of the darker side...(MWAHAHAAAA!) imput is much appreciated, thanks!

Riza hit the ground running, bullets wizzing around her, some collided with her armor, sending the shields sparking, but she kept running, shotgun raised high, her target in her sights.

" We can't hold 'em any longer!" A soldier screamed from behind his barricade. Seconds later his blood was splattered against the ground . The spartan reloaded her weapon and eyed the burning pelican, corpses of the recently slain strewn about her. Without hesitation she threw aside the broken bay door and entered.

Her target lay right in front of her, unguarded, his once clean suit ripped and splattered with blood, most likely his own, by the pained look on his face. He looked up as she entered, his eyes twitching with fear. He knew what was coming.

" So, it finally takes a spartan to bring me down?" He coughed weakly, " how long has ONI's dog been hounding me, eh? "

In response Riza pulled out her pistol and calmly aimed it at the wounded man's head. Flames of the burning craft reflecting in her vizor.

"No...listen," He raised his bloodied, trembling hands, a data chip clenched in one of them, " please, it...it doesn't have to be this way. You know...you know why they sent you to find me? I had all their dirty little secrets. I was going to expose them for who they really were...the..people need to know!" His body shook as he erupted into a fit of wet, bloody coughs. "Please, don't kill me. I can help...help you find out things..don't you want to know about the spartan program...what they've done to you?...please. I'm doing the right thing."

" You are in possession of illegal documents, and are attempting to sell them to hostile powers. That qualifies you as a traitor, and a threat to Earth and her colonies. You must be eradicated." She pulled the trigger.

" My employers wish to recognize your success of your mission. We congratulate you on a job well done." The ONI officer said as he accepted the data chip. Riza was now standing in the hanger of The Blazing Dawn, a battle cruiser, hours after the mission.

She saluted, 'Thank you, sir," and turned to go, but the officer called her back, handing her a file. She looked at it, curious.

" It's not time to wash the guts off your armor, yet, Lt. There's been a change of plans. You've been reassigned."

" May I ask to who?" She replied, unable to hide the growing curiosity in her voice. This was new.

" Congratulations, your lone wolf days are over. We're assigning you to a team of spartans stationed on the planet Reach, which is where this ship is heading, actually. They're a little low on man power, and could use a little assistance."

" Who are they, sir?"

"Nobel Team."

Noble Six opened her eyes, a yawn escaping from her mouth. She was glad to be awake, dreaming about her past wasn't something she particularly enjoyed. The hum of the of the Pelican's engine's filled her ears as she sat up and stretched. Around her sat the other members of Noble Team, their faces lost in the dim light, passing the time in their own ways.

Jun was in the corner, using a toothbrush to clean his sniper rifle, whispering softly to it as he did so. Jorge sat across from him, counting ammo. Emile was leaning against the wall across from Six, unmoving, his shotgun in his lap. Carter was no doubt up in the cockpit with Kat, discussing statistics and the mission.

With nothing better to do she reached beside her and picked up her helmet, her fingers tracing the various scratches on its surface. Battle scars, old and new. She couldn't begin to count how many firefights she charged into, how many assassinations she carried out. But all those time she had been by herself, a lone wolf in the midst of countless enemies, with no one to back her up. But now things had changed. She was no longer Riza. Now, she was Noble Six, part of a team of elite spartans. She would adapt to this change, and carry this mission out to the best of her ability, with, or without, the rest of her team. Speaking about the mission...

" Hate to break the silence, but does anyone know where exactly we are going?"

Three heads simultaneously swivelled in her direction. " I was in the belief that you knew, Lieutenant." Jun said, putting down his toothbrush.

" Great, the commander is dragging us on another one of his stupidly pointless missions to God-knows-where." Emile groaned.

" Can your grumbling," Jorge rumbled in his deep voice, "I'm sure Carter will fill us in when he feels like it..."

As if to prove his point, the cockpit door was thrown open and Carter entered. "Listen up, men." At the sound of his commanding voice, the four members of Noble Team couldn't help but snap to attention.

" You are probably wondering where we are headed, so I'll tell you."

"About time..." Emile muttered under his breath, but one look from Carter shushed him.

" At this moment we are approaching a small moon not too far from Reach. 50 years ago, a tiny colony was planted on its surface. It thrived for a few years, then mysteriously disappeared!" He said darkly, waving his fingers for suspense. "No traces were left, so know one knows what happened to it. Until a few days ago when Kat picked up a signal from the moon. It seemed like an old distress beacon had been triggered, but no one knows why. So, we are going to investigate it!"

Jun, Emile, and Jorge looked at him, their faces skeptical.

" You pulled me away from blasting covies to go on a ghost hunt?" Emile exclaimed.

" Nice story, Commander, but its probably nothing, really. I mean, think of all the possibilities on how the beacon could of been triggered. A malfunction...a storm...and think about all the germs that could be on that planet! To name a few..." Jun began to rattle off on his huge list of germs and diseases, but was interrupted by Jorge.

The large spartan held up a hand, shrugging apologetically, "no offense, sir, but don't we have more important things to do?"

" Aw, come on, men," Carter threw up his hands in disgust, all seriousness washed from his face, " Don't you want to take a break from the usual covie blasting? What has happened to your sense of adventure? And I bet when we go down there we're going to find adventure all right, and action, and comedy, and romance!" He waggled his eyebrows at Six.

'Well...if you put it like that...NO." Emile sat down again. The Commander was about to reply when Kat called from the cockpit. He turned around and went back to her, the rest of the team following in his wake.

"What is it, Kat?"

" Sir, we are approaching the moon." She said, sitting at the controls. Six looked ahead to see the moon that they were approaching, covered with green, which most likely meant that the terrain was heavily forested.

"Good job,' Carter put his hand on the back of her seat, "target the closest landing zone to the beacon and we'll set off from there-"

Suddenly the ship rattled and shook, warning lights began to flare. Six stumbled back against the wall, looking around. What was happening?

"What the hell is happening?" Carter yelled.

" I do not know, sir!" Kat yelled back, " I am detecting a massive energy, heading straight towards us, "her hands flew like lightning over the controls, her face scrunched up with concentration, " its messing with the systems, the engines are cutting out. I don't think I can reboot in time."

" What does that mean?" Jun squeaked.

" It means strap yourself in and pray that your ass remains intact. We're going to crash." Kat said calmly.

" Oh snap." Jun muttered.

Six ran back to her seat and strapped herself in, then she slipped her helmet back over her head, feeling a bit more safe. Beside her Jorge, Jun, and Emile did the same. Jorge looked a little pale. He caught her looking at him.

"I never liked flying..." He smiled weakly.

" Don't you even dare think about vomiting on me!" Jun waggled a finger at him in warning, his sniper rifle firmly clutched in his other arm. Emile, who was sitting next to Jorge, unbuckled himself and hurriedly moved to another seat.

Six gripped her straps as suddenly the pelican lurched and rolled, a sign that they had broken through the atmosphere. There was a whooshing noise and everything went into a spin. The female spartan held on tight, gasping for breath, her heart in her throat, . She could hear Carter yelling over his comm, and Jorge making a strangled noise, like he had just lost his dinner. A loud screeching sound filled her ears, blocking out all thought. Then a crash, and all went black.

TOBECONTINUED!