A/N: We are are here. I'll make this fast. This is a sequel to my first story the Spartan and the Spectre (Noble Six centric). It would be nice if you read it but the way I am trying to write this, through the eyes of Master Chief, he'll learn what has transpired as the story progresses either way. In theory you don't have to read the first one. Time line, post Halo 3, pre Mass Effect 2. Here's some facts for those who are just interested in Mr. Chief's side of the story rather than Noble Six.

Spoiler alert for some.

- Shepard is a woman, no first name will ever be given in the story.

- Noble Six, a male, (no name) has been here for awhile and is part of Normandy Squad, relative to Mass Effect 1, he arrived half-way through that story arc. His escape from the Lone Wolf level will be explained again in this story.

- The character Rachel is an OC/Cameo, and is responsible for this cross-over via her amazing (crossover written) gifts. She is the vehicle because basically I didn't want a pseudo history between ME and Halo Worlds. Plus she's a cute little girl with Reaper powers and has joined Normandy team! :)

- Someone survives that wasn't supposed to... and it's not cannon. But his survival is explained due to the events of the first story.. and will be expanded on and relived as the story progresses.

Thanks ya'll! Read and review!

**From one of the many dorms in the SSV Normandy, a personal datapad opens, the words being typed swiftly yet carefully.**

Hope.

That's what you all gave us.

I've watched you all closely. Each and every one of you. Admiring what you've done to fight the darkness that envelops our worlds.

[An image of the brutal bombardment of Reach fades in from black, Noble Team pushing through ONI Sword base like a wolfpack of Spartans on the hunt. From behind a berserk Hunter closed in, the Covenant tank hammering even his Grunt allies aside to get to his targets. Noble leader Carter turns, firing against that thick armor but it was too late. Expecting the beast's mammoth talon to take him out, their grey recruit slams into it like a battering ram, thoughts of his own safety nonexistent.]

[A flanking Emile, Jorge, Kat, and Jun don't hesitate, pumping the Hunter with entire clips to its back, sending both Noble Six and the beast careening over the edge. After a hundred foot free-fall, a grenade explosion shocks the entire the lower deck, all Noble team members silent as the flames erupted. The silent moment turns to Spartan banter as their Hyper Lethal member steps out from the inferno with the Hunter's severed arm with a thumbs up.]

Your skills are remarkable. Your bravery unrivaled. You all are an inspiration to each and every one of us. The pain. The tears. All of what you have sacrificed to protect the things most important. The right to survive…

[On the planet Therum, team Normandy was cornered, being pinned down by an overwhelming number of Geth, pumping rounds from every which direction. Ashley and Garrus attempt to cover their left flank, tossing out their last grenades that stun a few Armature units but are pushed back. Kaiden's biotic field falters as he rolls to safety behind cover. Wrex attempts to tank the blasts while destroying many, but even his armored hide is forced back into cover, courtesy of a storming Colossus.]

[Commander Shepard senses the desperate situation, pulling out her weapon with no sense of panic, jumping out of cover, firing with deadly accuracy, dropping several Prime units. She orders Alenko with a point of her finger, a powerful warp disabling the Colossus' shield. The Spectre closes the distance with inhuman speed, one accurate blast she disables the monster, its head completely sheared off, circuitry spewing out. The Normandy crew was all smiles as she motions them to push on. They knew they had the best leader in the galaxy.]

You've saved entire populations of innocents. You've changed the fate of the world with your will for victory. No matter what the cost, you all put everything on the line.

[On Earth, the city of New Mombasa was under attack by a relentless Covenant led by the Prophet of Regret. The UNSC marines were giving it all they had but were being pummeled with endless plasma fire. From behind they see the sight of a legend, their glimpse of hope, dashing towards them like a comet. His rifles blared, and his grenades launched, the strongest Brutes attempting to be the one to take him down, each beast failing miserably. It took no time for the green clad Spartan to reach the focal point of the action, a Scarab wreaking havoc upon the city.]

[An inner explosion later and the Scarab was terminated, crashing into the floor, along with the hopes of a failing Covenant army. The 'demon' walks out unscathed, a few Elite allies chuckling and shaking their heads— being on the other side of this legend's unrelenting assault a few too many times. The UNSC marines give their Chief a "Hoorah!" knowing they had a chance at the impossible as long as John-117 was alive.]

Now that you all are here, in the same place to draw strength from one another. Together you will form a bond so strong that very few can challenge. But nonetheless, there's a feeling deep within me of fear.

The consequences of this unity will breed a darkness that will block out any light; even as bright as the ones you all have given us. A malevolent force is coming that none of you have ever experienced before.

[Images of a Reaper army devouring planet after planet flashes across, an evil being in the darkness loomed over it all alongside four ominous figures. The galaxies allied efforts were failing like the Protheans before them… no mercy shown.]

Hope my knights in shining armor...

Can you give us all hope… one more time?

Mass Effect/Halo: Resurrection

(Artemis Tau Cluster)

In the dimly lit hallway of the SSV Normandy, across from the hangar bay, a reflective Spartan helmet glows between two gloved hands. Noble Six eyed the precise curves, the signature visor, ogling all those familiar details that reminded him of what it took to become a Spartan in the first place. The torture, the death of friends, the mental anguish – all this to become freaks of nature, to protect all that humanity was. He was part of the 3rd Spartan protect, the Beta batch of Spartan-III's that were more or less created for a glorified suicide run, not unlike the prototypes that were birthed from the 2nd project.

Spartan IIs were their best. Hasley's batch as a whole was much tougher overall, their training and process exponentially more brutal. The Spartan-III project was more monetarily and marine friendly in comparison, not exactly a cakewalk process and some even had risen to a Spartan-II type level, such as most of Noble Team. Six had been thinking hard about his relationship with the best of the second project. It was no surprise to him that there were two Spartans left in the entire galaxy (or galaxies) – the best Spartan-II, and the best Spartan-III.

Both were rated Hyper Lethal indeed. Noble Six may have had a similar level to the Chief but in his mind he'd never be on the same echelon. Master Chief embodied what it meant to be a Spartan of the UNSC army, winning every honor and medal a Spartan ever could dream of. Six was the killer in the background, none of the honors or medals… just blood and a shadowed history ONI deemed too secretive. They both were expert assassins. It was just what John was able to do with that trait that was the difference.

Six didn't want to be on the level of Chief anyway. He never wanted to be. He idolized the him. John-117 was the reason he wanted to become a Spartan in the first place. He heard the stories as a child, then he got to see the legend in action with his own eyes as a Spartan himself. With that opinion, Noble Six convinced himself and the Normandy crew that this was a necessary risk. He was one of the few to see what the Reapers had planned for both their worlds with his encounter with Sovereign.

They needed the weapon that ended the Covenant War.

I hope you're up for this Chief…

"Knock, knock," a familiar voice sprung, breaking thoughts of Noble's past.

Six spun his helmet around, fastening the Mark V mask to his armor, that air tight connection hissing. His interrupter was so teasing in her tone. "You know, you wear that helmet so much I think I'm going to have to start calling you chrome dome."

Six amused his mind with the nickname, walking out to the light. "That wouldn't be the worst thing you've called me Lieutenant."

Ashley Williams, decked out in her own bright armor, tapped the Spartan's chest in a gentle shove. The two had their playful moments, even more so recently. "You've been a little quiet lately. Worked up about the whole warping of a super soldier into another galaxy thing?"

"A little bit." Noble Six droned. "I have faith in Rachel but I just hope I'm making the right call telling her to bring him here."

"You know it's the right decision Six." Ash smiled at Spartan reassuringly, reminding him of what Sovereign nearly accomplished just by her innocent stare. "... Anyway Shepard told me to fetch you. We're closing in on the blip." She made a pondering face as she imagined the incoming UNSC ship. "Things don't just pop up on cue like that. The crew is about 99.9 percent sure that was the Forward Unto Dawn."

Six still couldn't believe the whole dimensional teleporting thing, the vehicle that saved his life and brought him here like a mysterious miracle. Then again he couldn't believe he made the call in bringing another Spartan to the mess that Shepard and company had to deal with in this world. Six suddenly had a creeping feeling overcoming him.

"When Rachel got me here she had a Reaper breathing down her neck and his energy to back her up." He was thinking the worse as the two began their walk to the navigation deck. "I just hope that Chief comes here… well," he gulped, "Intact..."

"Positive thoughts." Ashley shuttered at the thought of being disassembled by a reality warp. Thus were the rules of inter-dimensional travel.

Even for a miracle working anomaly like Rachel it wasn't as simple as pin-point locating a being and teleporting them. Gathering dark energy took time. Making sure the actual transportation was a success took even more time. Without Sovereign's aid it's taken months to gather the energy and intel to rip a hole into their dimensions with any accuracy, hopefully Chief and the Dawn being taken with it and arriving all in one piece. From a biotic's prospective, it was basically increasing gravity so much in concentrated spot the size of a penny so that reality imploded into itself… not the exactly safest way of travel.

Six and Ashley still remember when Rachel was explaining what was happening to Commander Shepard. Her incredible abilities weren't too far off the concept of the Covenant's slip space technology. Realities had multiple layers, Covenant and UNSC ships cutting a tenth of those layers to accelerate their travel, popping back up like a submarine that had submerged underwater. What was happening during an inter-dimensional jump was a complete tearing of all those layers – sending whatever was in the energies path entirely to a different world like a vortex in the shape of a blue sphere... the size of a planet.

There are more risks involved. One for instance was the fact that Rachel had very little control where her inter-dimensional traveler ended up. When Noble Six arrived with the dead Covenant carcasses in the Phantom, Sovereign's Reaper radar (a much more accurate detector than any Alliance detection system) found them in a matter of minutes. This was a bit more complex for the organics. It's been a few hours.

"I'm excited Spartan." Wrex interrupted their entry to the main deck. "I can't wait to have another one of you on board." he chuckled. The Krogan was leaning at the entrance calmly, his hump resting against cold metal. He was decked out in his assault armor, preparing for entry upon the UNSC Frigate. Six noticed Garrus, Liara, and Tali weren't here yet, probably preparing their own breather suits.

"Trust me I can't wait till this is over," Six took a look at the command console where Shepard was standing. "… Let's not celebrate till he's actually on the ship."

"I'm just saying that I hope this guy is as deadly as you say he is." The Krogan barked. "You can't work up an Urdnot about war stories and then disappoint."

"You won't be disappointed. I guarantee you that Wrex." Noble scoffed at the thought. He too was eager to see what a battlemaster would think of a Spartan legend. Wrex only stood as cool as he always did, imagining the things he could learn from this brand of super soldier.

"I'll hold you to it Noble Six."

A few steps forward from an excited Krogan and Ash knew the entire Normandy crew had a buzz to it. The stories Rachel and Six told of this Master Chief had been the talk of the carrier for the past weeks. Not only was this yet another inter dimensional visitor, but they were getting someone that Six claims eclipses his abilities. Even Shepard, the calm and cool Commander had a fresh optimism that was radiating like a beam of light from the stars. Another Spartan to meet meant more help. Another weapon against the Reapers.

"Noble Six and Ashley Williams my favorite couple..." a teasing grin erupts from their Commander, "... of Lieutenants." She finished timely.

"Real cute Shepard," Ash puffed with an arm crossed, and a sigh. "Real cute…"

A wink and laugh later, Shepard as always, was at command, overlooking the entire mission from her favorite spot on the Normandy. Operation: Recall was locating the Forward Unto Dawn and extracting the frozen body of a super soldier that should be on board. Noble Six met with his superior side by side, nervously looking out the cockpit. He notices the missing transporter herself.

"Where's Rachel?" Noble Six asked. "I figured she'd want to be here to see this."

"She's been exhausted." Shepard remembered the countless days and nights of energy gathering. "I put her to bed. Doing these rips into the dimensional space takes its toll. She hasn't ate anything significant for days."

"Poor girl," Six muttered thinking of the special little tike, looking out to the window. Putting her through that was a bit unfair, but just another struggle to bring what they needed to them. A full power Master Chief meant a war changer for this team.

"Remind me again about this Master Chief," Shepard's eyes stared out as well. "You said he's as good as you right?"

"Better than me ma'am." Noble Six corrected plainly and without hesitation.

"I have a hard time believing that soldier." The Commander brushed off the modesty; thinking of all that she had seen Noble Six do. The Spartan doesn't reply, seemingly his mind isolated on getting the Chief to safety and nothing else. Or he was just pleading the fifth.

"Commander, we've picked up the signal and the ship." Joker said from behind his seat. "The Forward unto Dawn has arrived."

The entire crew including our three soldiers peered on like glorified spectators. It was barely there but a large torn floating structure was definitely visible, Six instantly recognizing it as UNSC technology. It warmed his conscious a little to see something from his past world. Even in its destroyed state, the carrier was torn completely in half as Rachel told them it would be. There was about to be an elative sigh of relief. Joker was about to kill the elation.

"Commander we've got a problem." Joker was double checking the monitors in disbelief.

"I know…" Shepard's eyes suddenly grew in worry. "Those other ships aren't supposed to be there…"

The markings on ships told of the dire situation.

"… And they're not Alliance!" Noble Six's nightmare situation beginning to form.

From the distance a few crafts with no identifiable markings apparently have already docked the Forward Unto Dawn, assumingly to do what Shepard and company were set out to do. Joker picked up at least five or six smaller sized carriers, not being able to detect a familiar signal from them either. Shepard strapped on her N7 helmet, Six and Ashley following her with urgency as the Normandy was on emergency mission protocol.

"Joker get us down there fast! Ashley gather up the squad! Six you're with me! We need to get Master Chief picked up!"

"How can this happen?" Ashley made her way to intercom to prepare the team for boarding. "I mean, we knew the coordinates first! We brought him here!"

"This ship is bugged Shepard." Noble Six's slammed his fist in anger into the wall. "Or someone on this ship ratted this out. Those were mercenary ships!"

"It doesn't matter right now Six! We need to get down-"

**BOOM!**

The entire Normandy carrier quavered as if it was hit with a typhoon of energy, every crew member nearly losing their footing. Shepard grasps at a doorway to keep balance while Six grabbed onto Ashley as she was about to skid. The ships alarms begin to go off, the entire crew manning battle stations as their ship rumbled. There was panic. The Normandy had never been hit with something significant like this before.

"W-what now?" Ashley held onto the Spartan as her crutch, emergency lights flickering.

"Commander we're under fire! Going into emergency maneuvers!"

"Joker!" Shepard yelled out, pulling herself back to the cockpit. "What's happening? Are they attacking?"

"No… it's not them… and it's not the Geth!"

From the depths of space a leviathan approaches the Normandy. It was the deathly image of a Collector ship, a floating fortress of pestilence that dwarfed the crafts beneath it, heading straight toward the wounded SSV Normandy. Its massive canon begins to charge, closing down its prey. Joker tries his best to use evasive techniques but they seem futile, another energy wave cuts through the Normandy like butter… mortally damaging it. The sparks began to fly, the fuel cells began to leak. The Collector battle cruiser was making short work of their beloved vessel.

"Shepard!" Liara was running past an evacuating crew, dodging a few sparks, seeing her Commander helping others off the ship. "We need to leave! Priestly says-"

"Liara go now! Get to an escape pod!" Shepard shouted at her with no regard to her own safety. "I need to help here!"

"But-"

"I said go now! And that's an order!" Shepard' eyes drew fire. She couldn't even think of Liara dying because of any of her own hesitation. No lovey dove sensations was going to stop her. She needed to stand firm and cold.

"I… please… just get to safety Shepard." The Asari bit her lip, her heart pumping, praying for the best. Shepard watched her take off, a bye not even exchanged, a moment of regret sinking in her stomach.

Bye Liara…

"Let me go! We can still save my baby!" Joker flailed as Noble Six had him by his collar with one hand.

"Shut up Moreau this thing is done for!" The Spartan tossed him in the escape pod with T'soni, making the pilot yelp in pain. Ashley stumbled over as the ship shook again, looking at her two fellow soldiers.

"Come on let's go!" Ashley demanded. "What are you two waiting for?"

"I'll be fine." Six grabbed her by her armor lifting her up. "You need to get in there. Don't talk back right now because we have no time for this."

Ash's face was in disbelief knowing what this idiot was doing again. "… Oh no you don't! Not this super hero crap!"

"I can survive this!" Six suddenly shoved her in, slamming the door shut, smashing the escape pod and sending them off. Ashley looked on hopelessly as she left the Normandy, staring out to the Commander and her Spartan. Her eyes don't leave them, the girl angrily throwing a fit as she flew out to space.

"Commander, we need to get to Master Chief." Six turned. "I'm responsible for him! I told you to bring him here… damn it… I'm responsible for all of you as well! This was my idea. You need to get out of-"

"Spartan this is no time for this." Shepard grabbed him by his shoulder plate. "We need to get out of here now and regroup! We'll get the Chief eventually! That's are only viable option,"

"Y-yes… yes Commander." Noble Six calmly breathed, it was one of the few times he'd lost his cool. His own safety never made him on edge. It was the ones around him that got his heart going.

"Now is the rest of the crew out? Garrus, Wrex, and Tali?"

"Yes I saw them take off. Almost everyone is out, I saw Chakwas leave as well…"

There was a pause. Both of them gasped in horrid realization as they didn't account for someone.

"RACHEL!"

~ o ~ o ~ o ~

From beneath the Normandy, a girl's body laid limp on the floor, blood running from her head as the ceiling caved in. Rachel was in bad shape and unconscious, apparently not being able to make it out of the room before collapse. Noble Six and Shepard hit the telepath's dorm with desperation, the Spartan busting his way in with his bare enhanced hands, tearing the entry off and slamming it flat.

"Rachel!" Noble Six shouted as his head on a swivel. "Where are you?" he tosses a chunk of debris away.

"She's here Six!" Shepard ran to the girl, the Spartan and Spectre pulling off a chunk of the ceiling. The Spartan picked up the young girl as Shepard put a breather mask over her face, the ship's pressure and oxygen levels dropping rapidly. The young girl's chest compresses, blood trickling down her purple bangs.

"She's breathing." Six sighed in relief. "She's only unconscious…"

"Good, now come on! We need to get to that escape pod!"

Shepard ran alongside the torn Normandy, the two soldiers noticing the entire exterior casing was dissolved to nothingness. Whatever was attacking them was a vicious and overwhelming craft, with technology that they just couldn't match. The two were floating now, almost swimming along the edge of the Normandy's burning skeleton.

"The Dawn is still there." Noble Six notices at the corner of his eye, although the mercenary ships seemed gone. It was a great probability that Chief was already taken, the sick feeling in Six's head returning. That Frigate held their best hope for victory…

"Come on Six, we've got no time! Move!" Shepard shoved the Spartan into the pod. A loud ear-piercing hissing noise erupts into Shepard's ear.

What happened next was in slow motion for the Commander. Shepard felt the energy forming on the Collector ship ready to unleash itself in one final strike. She gasps, looking at Six who is screaming at her to jump in. The decision was instant, this brave young woman no victim to hesitation. She smiles, mouthing a few words to him, smashing the pod's escape button, sending Rachel and him off into space.

"Shepard!" Six yells out, slamming at the window, helpless as his pod careens off to safety, the Normandy becoming more distant by the second. The moment reminded him of Jorge as he descended to Reach, the Spartan in disbelief it was happening all over again with his Commander. It was his fault this was happening. His gamble with Master Chief. His doubts rain over him as he watches with regret, the Normandy shatters with the last attack, explosions lighting up dark space.

Silence…

"I trust you Six… it's all up to you now…"

~ o ~ o ~ o ~

(Almost a Year Later...)

~ o ~ o ~ o ~

"Master Chief… can you… hear me?"

"Hello? Come on wake up!"

Cold.

It was too cold.

John-117 had awoken from plenty of cryo-sleeps before. He'd become an expert at it as far as he was concerned. The Pillar of Autumn's escape came to mind, his speedy recovery from such an awakening having to be some sort of Spartan record. This time felt a little bit different from all the other awakenings though. This time it happened way too fast and without any injections to aid in the recovery process he was feeling the effects. His chest and body burned of minor frost bite; the ice in his armor still there, the painful shivering in his bones pulsing as his blood fought to run through his body. His targeting system was slowed, his consciousness returning like a receding wave.

"Chief! Are you there?"

John could feel it, albeit a bit numbly with his hands. His pod was broken, the glass that covered him shattered into a thousand pieces below. On a more positive note his vision was coming back, the Chief noticing a strange sight before him. He was glaring down a large mechanical beast staring right at him motionless, arm inches away from his chest plate. It wasn't anything UNSC. It didn't look like Covenant. But he knew one thing.

This is what woke him up.

John-117 put two and two together. This wasn't a routine awakening. His freeze pod's structure was compromised, sending his Mark armor and Spartan body into an emergency recovery state. Master Chief slumped over, landing on all fours catching his breath as his systems began to recover rapidly. He hears a mechanical ring from above, the mech's eyes suddenly glow, retracting its arm, pulling up its rifle, walking away in a machine's stomp. It wasn't deactivated after all and it wasn't a threat.

"Come on Chief give me an answer…"

"W-what's going on… who is it?" Master Chief finally replied cooly to that radio signal, his heart rate slowing down, targeting systems working its way to optimum capacity.

"Hah, I knew you'd be okay sir. You wouldn't be you if you weren't. It's Three Twelve sir. Spartan B Three Twelve."

A Spartan?

"Can I hear that again?" Master Chief got to his feet, staring down his alien surroundings.

"I know it's a lot to explain. But I am indeed Spartan B312."

Master Chief blinked another for good measure. He just had to go through confirmation protocol before anything else. "Confirm who you are soldier."

"I am Three Twelve from Spartan-III Beta group sir. I was planned to serve on Operation: Torpedo but ONI pulled me out before deployment. I was stationed on Reach as it fell. My lead in command was Carter-A259, I served alongside Catherine-B320, Emile-A239, Jun-A266, and Jorge-052. Noble Team all going MIA as we delivered the package to Keyes on the-"

"Pillar of Autumn," Chief mumbled in disbelief. He was speaking to a ghost. "Spartan B312… Noble Six, you're supposed to be missing with that entire strike team."

"And so are you sir, Hero of the Covenant War. Heh, you're recovering fast. Not bad since you've been in cryo-stasis for more than a year at least I'm sure."

"A year?" The Chief was now his full self, shaking off any kinks as his armor began to inform him of his status. Everything was running up to normal. He was about to speak again but…

"Sir, I know you have a lot of questions but right now we need to get you out of here. You're going to see things that you've never seen before. Technology and aliens that you won't recognize. Ignore it. I tell you what to shoot at, and you do. Ask questions later. We can't get to you, the system's shutting us out."

"Fair enough Spartan, looks like I don't have much of a choice." Master Chief attempted once again to get his bearings with a clearer head. From what he could tell it looked to be a prison of some sort. A laboratory/prison with tables and robotics, syringes and pseudo arms seemingly to do things Chief would rather not think about at the moment. From the side he sees some glowing holographic terminals that were strange, and above he sees a transparent glass with voices shouting inside. He had visitors.

"H-how did he get loose?" A Salarian Scientist yelled out from behind the screen, pressing buttons on one of those holographic terminals, nothing seeming to happen. "That Mech is not supposed to be online! It's that damn A.I.!"

"I don't know but we can't let him escape!" A Batarian Blue Sun mercenary screamed, motioning his heavily armored cronies to head down. Chief's eyes instantly targets at their weapons and protection, the forms and shapes not ringing any bells of the technology he was used to.

"Looks like I got company Six." John-117 began to creep towards the door.

"What do you have on you Chief?"

"Me, myself, and my armor…" He replied like his usual stoic self.

"Looks like you'll have to get yourself a gun."

"… Already ahead of you."

The Blue Suns barreled into the prison in attack formation, scanning around with weapons ready to unload. Their Batarian pack leader stomps in afterward, growling and snarling through his many nostrils. "He's unarmed and hiding! Find him and we'll get him out and sell him ourselves! What are you waiting for? I'll-"

Crack…

His members were suddenly in shock as his neck bent a bit too far, breaking in half, the Batarian falling limp. Before the Blue Suns could react, heavy fire from a rifle cut through them, in seconds the entire room falling silent, a makeshift Blue Suns grave yard forming. The Spartan unsheathed his stealth armor in a brilliant crackle, now finding his first new generation weapon. Master Chief was armed and ready to rock.

"It's nice to see you do what you do Chief." Noble chuckled. "What you got there is Volkov Assault Rifle mark IV."

"Whatever this is," Master Chief notices a Batarian attempt to run off out of the corner of his visor, sniping it in the back without even turning a big thump signaling another kill. "I like it…"

"Damn it! I didn't get paid enough for this!" The Salarian scientist from the upstairs control room cried out, dashing off at the sight of the Spartan's kills, dropping anything he had on his body including his blaster.

"Keep going up the stairs, and make a right. You might run into some resistance but it's nothing you can't handle."

"I know I'm not supposed to ask questions but where's Cortana?" Chief couldn't ignore the fact that he didn't have his friend with him, running towards the destination. "She was with me on the Forward unto Dawn."

"Like I said Chief, don't worry about it. Just get out of there and I'll tell you everything."

Chief was a bit annoyed but trusted that voice. He sounded like a Spartan for sure. John-117 put his scrambled thoughts aside one more time, ducking underneath a few tables as the corridors were filled with tech that amazed and puzzled him. Mechs, completely A.I. controlled units were walking around like a sci-fi movie, this seemingly some sort of secret base that the UNSC didn't tell him about. He remembered the wrinkled up alien he had just killed though. How would that be explained? The questions kept popping up like an unwanted webpage but it was inevitable.

"Chief you got some baddies on your way to your left."

The Master Chief may have been warped through dimensions but he was at home on any battlefield. Two Krogans roared, charging him, ready to take the Spartan out. The size difference didn't faze John one bit, the dual battlemasters derailed by an entire Volkov clip to their bodies. As one of them fell forward, his momentum was stopped completely, that ugly face totally smashed by a clothesline with a reinforced rifle.

The Krogan's shotgun flips into the air, the Chief catching it with his free hand, finishing off the other by blowing a hole through its skull. A few mercenaries glance at the bloodied jade Spartan as he turned his attention to them. They look at one another, sighing depressed at the display that overwhelmed their sights. They dropped their weapons and took off cowardly like the doctor did before.

"Ouch that has to hurt. You're as good as advertised Chief. You're not too far away from us! Take a right at the next *BOOM! BOOM!* Ah crap! Saren look out!"

"Noble Six?" Chief heard only static on his side, groaning. "Great… just great…"

The Spartan-II didn't break concentration and followed the directions, running with a furious pace. He suddenly swerves to a stop as he sees trio of Asari Commandos, these three having figures that made him do a double take. The pause almost got him. He wasn't expecting some strange purple energy to nearly take his head off, shattering an entire row of glass behind him. The Asaris, while they weren't Brutes in the looks department, apparently could put a hurting on someone like one.

"Get him now!" The lead Asari began firing, only to be silenced as a round cut right through her neck. The purple alien gasped, blood running down her shielded tight outfit. The other Asaris flinched, a fatal mistake, the same happening to them, all three collapsing to the ground. Chief walked over eyeing those Asari corpses. If there was any hope for an easy answer it just was beaten silly while it was already down. He knew he was in a place that couldn't be explained so simply now, understanding why Noble Six told him to hold off on the questions.

**KATHOOM!**

An explosion rattled the room, the Chief ducking into cover in a scramble. He hears footsteps entering the room heavy and deliberate. John silently hugged the wall as he made his way pass the intruder. He sees the figure drop his guard, an opening calling out for him to take it. John-117 leapt at the figure, grabbing it by its arm and twisting, smashing the victim to the ground. He presses his gun to its head about to fire.

"Chief hold up!"

John-117 peaks up to see a sight he hadn't seen in a while – the features of one such as a Spartan himself. He glares at a familiar MJOLNIR armor, although a variation he had never seen before. All gun metal gray, sharpened edges, with red energy emitting from it from an upgraded power source. He takes a glance at bladed markings that were around the Spartan's body, roman numerals from I to V…

Noble Team markings…

"What are you waiting for? Tell him to release me!" An angry Turian demanded from beneath, causing John to hold him down harder by reaction, being pressed down at gunpoint.

"Alright hold your horses Saren." Noble Six poked at the Turian, kneeling down with a smirk. "The Chief didn't know." He motioned for his fellow Spartan to let go. Master Chief shrugged clueless but let him go after staring at the strange alien below for a few seconds. The former Spectre shook off the attack as he stood on his feet.

"You Spartans are the most trigger happy beings I've ever met." Saren cracked his arm back into place with a grunt. "That includes the Geth that I commanded."

"What can I say? We're bred that way." Noble Six was proud of his Spartan heritage, walking over to Master Chief, looking up at the taller soldier. "I'm glad to see you sir. We've got a lot to talk about I know, but just before that, I think someone wants to talk to you." the grey Spartan slowly reached behind his head pulling out a little disk, handing it to John.

The Chief had a bit of relief as he saw it, even more so than seeing another Spartan alive. That blue image that had accompanied him to his path to victory in the Covenant War. That voice that made him feel like everything was going to be alright no matter how bad the situation.

"It's good to see you again Chief… Got any room up there for a girl that's missed you?"

Six sighed. "You know sir being her little host for the past few months... I think I can safely say the girl likes you a little too much..."

John-117 holds her in the palm of his gloved hand, the A.I. shooting into his system once again. "... Don't I know it."

For the first time, for both Cortana and Chief, it felt a bit like home. Six and Saren knew they had found their jackpot of a team member. Cerberus was about to get a shot in the arm that they could never imagine.

"Don't listen to Six, he's just jealous..."

"I'm sure..."

"Alright John... let's blow this this place and get to work. I've got a lot to fill you in on..."

"It's good to be up and going again."

"Heh... Well you did say wake you up when I need you..."

A/N: So the dream team is about to be in place... Saren, Noble Six, Master Chief... and guess who. :)

And since I have assembled such an awesome squad... just imagine the enemy... oh I can't wait to unleash it upon them. Thanks for reading my friends!