Ashes Chapter One
What if Noble 6 had survived the fall of Reach? This is a Halo-Mass Effect Crossover. This is my first attempt at a fan fic so please review! I do not own the rights to Halo or Mass Effect, they are the property of Bugie and Bioware respectively. Yes my Noble 6 is female, and yes the first few chapters will focus heavily on the closing events of Halo: Reach. Mass Effect probably won't come into play until around chapter 3 or 4. I hope you enjoy and once again, please review!
Reach, September 7th, 2552
Reach has fallen. Millions of smouldering corpses fill the planet surface, riddled with plasma burns and covenant boot prints alike. It is mind boggling how this great fortress of man was wiped clean in little over a month. The UNSC forces could do little against the mighty armada that came down on top of them.
All who once called Reach home are either dead, or escaped on the mighty warships of the UNSC. All humans left on the planet have been abandoned. They have no protection and are fighting for their very lives against the alien invaders. It's not like it will make any difference. The Covenant will bombard the planet from orbit, turning the planet surface to glass.
So what is to become of the survivors? Are they to abandon hope? To flee from the Covenant, only to delay their inevitable fate?
No…..
Instead, Why not strike back at the invaders? Deliver one final blow of defiance before death claims all of us? They would regret attacking Reach. They would regret making humanity their enemy…..
Noble 6 was weary. She knew her fate, and was prepared to fight to the death. With no rescue in sight, or any hope of survival, she only has one thought on her mind….
'Take as many of the bastards out with me'
She stood atop a landing pad with several grounded turrets overlooking a wrecked town. 'The perfect place to make my stand' she thought to herself. Several bodies, Human and Covenant, riddled the damaged buildings and the deserted streets. It had seemed 6 was not the only person to make a stand here.
She quickly ran an ammo check; she had three magazines for her DMR rifle, two clips for her pistol and four frag grenades. This put doubts in her mind, she would not last long with such limited equipment. The only bright news was the turrets. There were three of them, each with about 100 rounds. 'These will punch some holes in their ranks' she remarked to herself.
Then there was silence. The calm before the storm as it would seem. Noble 6 dropped to her knees and closed her eyes, remembering all that had happened in the past month. She could see the look on Jeorge's face when he threw her off the Covenant Corvette, knowing he was going to die. She could see the sniper round penetrate Kat's skull, and she could remember seeing her eyes roll back threw her visor as death claimed her. She remembered Carters noble sacrifice to clear the path for her and Emile. She remembered all of the sacrifices her fellow Spartans had to make. They would not have been in vain….
Then, interrupting the silence, a ball of plasma blew past Noble 6, a near miss. 'Show time' she thought out loud.
She immediately jumped to her feet, ripping one of the turrets from its stand. She quickly scouted the area, looking for the hostiles. She spotted seven grunts with no elite; it seemed to be a scouting party. Six just chuckled to herself as the barrel of the turret began to spin. Then suddenly, armour piercing rounds burst out boring into the small group of grunts. They were shredded to ribbons in no time at all.
Then a bright purple flash of light appeared from the far left side, Six felt it impact her shield, but no extensive damage. It was a sniper shot, likely from a carbine. The Spartan quickly turned around to face the attacker; he was in a wrecked building about 150 feet away. Six unloaded on the position, pumping ammunition at the sniper several hundred rounds per minute. The creature leapt for the closest cover, only to have it explode around him. Six surveyed the building for any sign of life, but she knew the creature was finished when a dark blue pool of blood leaked from its cover.
Then, a covenant drop pod fell from the sky behind her, she had to move fast. Six rushed down the ramp and took cover inside the nearest demolished building. The Spartan placed the turret over a small section of broken down wall, and prepared for whatever was to come out of that drop pod. She let out a somewhat nervous sigh, and then she regained her cool. Watching the drop pod like a stray dog watching its next feast, she began to rotate the barrel of her behemoth of a weapon.
The pod door let out a hiss, then swung open. Ten Elites stormed out of the pod in combat formation. Six's turret lit up, dismembering the closest elite and threw another to the floor, maimed and left to bleed out. The remaining elites dashed for the nearest cover as the lone Spartan laid down a suppressing fire. The maimed elite called for his allies for help, Six decided to take advantage of this. She stopped shooting, only for a moment, until one of his fellow elites was foolish enough to attempt a rescue. He lasted about as long as it takes to fire ten rounds from the turret. That moment on, it was a Mexican standoff. Six was taking heavy Carbine fire from the steadily advancing elite strike team, while they were all but pinned down from the waves of turret fire. They were good; they learned from their mistakes and were excellent shots. Six had a number of close calls; the turret was her saving grace at this point. They were not the covenants B-Team that was certain.
Then the worst came to pass, the mist of turret fire suddenly came to a halt. She was out of turret ammo. The Elites realised this and stormed from cover, attempting to rush the helpless Spartan. Six still had a few tricks up her sleeve; she pulled out her DMR rifle and whipped out of cover. The elites had thought her defenseless and exposed themselves from cover, a fatal mistake. Six unloaded three shots in two elites, killing them both.
Caring little for their own safety, the remaining five elites drew their energy swords and continued to advance. Six managed to drop one more elite before they stormed her building. She knew she could not hold them without superior ground, so she fled to the top story of the building. She took cover behind the corner at the top of the stairs, watching the base floor. A shadow of an elite zealot emerged, six tossed a frag grenade. She ducked her head to shield herself from the blast, all she could hear then was screaming in an alien dialect, then an explosion.
All was quiet. Had she slain her pursuers? Or are they leading her into a trap? Six slowly proceeded down the stairs, DMR at the ready. She peeked around the corner cautiously. She saw two dead elites and one wounded, but where was the last one? At that moment, the flash of an energy sword swung past the Spartan, barely missing her Recon helmet. The Zealot tackled six, tossing her DMR across the room. The Elite raised his energy sword, preparing to swing at the downed super soldier, but Six's reflexes were far superior. She grabbed her pistol and unloaded two rounds into the elite. Unfortunately the rounds did not pierce his shields and merely threw the creature back. It did however; provide her with the necessary time to return to her feet. Six was just about to let off a few more rounds when something caught her eye; a giant ball of plasma was rocketing toward their position!
She hurled herself from the building and covered her head; the Zealot caught on quickly and did the same. The building collapsed, turning into nothing more that rubble. Six felt numb, her ears were ringing wildly and she could barely tell where she was at the moment. She felt unbearable pain in her chest, but the feeling was all too familiar to her. She knew she had at least three broken ribs. Pure adrenaline was the only thing keeping her from passing out from the pain. She turned her body over to see the Zealot standing over her, sword in hand, ready to strike. Was this how it was going to end? She knew from the get-go that she would not be leaving this place with her life, but to give up all hope like this was just insulting. She couldn't die like this…She wouldn't.
It took every ounce of her strength, but Six smashed the beast with a left haymaker, ripping off his helmet. She reached for her pistol, but it was nowhere to be found, so she picked up the nearest jagged rock and jammed it into the aliens skull, causing instant death.
Darkness consumed her; she could barely keep her eyes open. Her vision began to fade; all of her senses began to fail her. Then another elite (this one appeared to be wounded) limped towards six, with anger in his eyes. He pointed his carbine at Six's temple and began mumbling in an alien language. Six had already made peace with death; she had taken more than her fair share of lives. It was time to end this.
The lone Spartan closed her eyes and waited for salvation. Everything went quiet, save for one gunshot that cut the silence. Six gasped, she had felt no pain. She opened her eyes and to her shock, saw the elite dead on the ground. Her vision blurred, but she could see three human shaped figures approach her.
'Secure the Spartan, prepare her for transport' a strong male voice ordered his fellows.
So yeah, that was the first chapter, I wanted the elite strike team to pose a serious threat to Six and I think I accomplished that. I am about half way finished writing Chapter 2, but I may not be able to upload it until this weekend because RL comes first. Remember this is my first attempt at a fan fic, so please review! Tell me what you would like to see happen next, what I am doing right and what I need to change.