This story uses my Six, which means it, is female. Armor details are
Helmet: MJOLNIR/AA (Air Assault) UA/CNM
Left Shoulder: RECON
Right Shoulder: RECON
Chest: TACTICAL/RECON
Wrist: UA/BRACER
Knee guards: FJ/PARA
Armor Primary Color: Cyan
Armor Secondary Color: White
Emblem Primary Color: Steel
Emblem Secondary Color: White
Emblem Background Color: Steel
Emblem Foreground Image: Wolf
Emblem Background Image: Octagon
Hope you enjoy my first Halo story.
Disclaimer (Refer to this as I will not be placing it on every chapter): I don't own Halo: Reach or WoW. Halo belongs to 343 Industries, previously belonged to Bungie, and the Warcraft universe belongs to Blizzard Entertainment.
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Prologue
Spartan's Never Die…
Six dropped to her knees, tearing off her damaged helmet. She stood, backhanding an Elite Zealot as she did, before firing three shots into the aliens head. She stowed the now empty M6G Magnum, before pulling out her MA37 ICWS.
Plasma strafed her midsection, burning through the armor and underlay. She hissed with pain, even as she lined up the assault rifle and let a long burst of fire into the approaching Covenant. Three Grunts dropped, their bodies filled the 7.62x41mm FMJ rounds, and the shields of a Zealot collapsed, causing the beast to stagger. Another Zealot tried to run her through with an energy knife, but she slammed the butt of the MA37 into its split-lipped face.
She fired the rifle again, cursing silently as it clicked empty. Knowing she didn't have time to reload, she simply pulled her knife from its holster, and yanked Emile's kukri from its sheath on her lower back, before leaping at the next Zealot. The two blades sank deep into the alien's neck, causing it to gurgle on its own blood as it dropped. She felt something slam into her, knocking her clear. She grunted as she landed on her back and opened her eyes.
Her world was consumed by pain as she felt the twin prongs of the energy sword plunge into her chest. She gasped, looking up at the smirking alien. It leaned in close and whispered something in heavily accented English into her ear.
"You fought well for a Demon. If you were Sangheilli, you would have a warrior's funeral."
With that, it yanked the blade out, before turning to the others. As her vision faded to black, she saw with great surprise the Zealot's nod in her direction, as if honoring a strong opponent. And she had been, facing a dozen Zealot's and swarms of Jackals and Grunts by herself.
Just as the darkness swallowed her, she heard an echoing voice in her head.
"Your time has not yet arrived, young warrior. You are still needed."
And with that, she succumbed to the cold embrace.
They Just Go to Hell and Regroup
AAAAAND… CUT!
Here's the prologue of my newest story. Please remember that this AU to both Halo: Reach and WoW, so there will be some differences. Anyway, I will try to get the next chapter up A.S.A.P. Do not expect one within the next two weeks though, as I have mid-years next week and the week after.
PEACE!