Tales of Six
Noble Actual
July 24, 2552, 07:28 Hours
I first look up over to the right to see other warthogs, all heading to the same destination. Above me are falcons flying onward. A battle? No. A war... I don't know why but I have a bad feeling…
Staring into my helmet I only further confirm and reassure myself to what I really am. I am a soldier, and a machine. Outfitted in recon helmet up-armored variant with hardened 3rd generation uplink module for MILINT acquisition and a black visor, commando shoulders and collar/breacher body armor. To top it off I have a blue TAC pad on my left wrist that gives me constant sitreps on my location as well as the typography and other entities, I look ready for hell. Cover it in a midnight black primary color and a dark blue for my secondary color and you have one hell of a spartan. I know, I tend to brag about the way I look but I worked hard on it. Give me some credit.
Being a spartan III has its perks with not having to look all formal and dull, being a III means lesser enhancements with more armor customizations. Me… I went for the assassin look. I don't want to be seen all the while looking good at the same time, packing nice shotty shells on my body armor. Over the course of my career, I gained a high reputation as an efficient lone-wolf assassin, having single-handedly broken organizations and made entire militia groups disappear… I use these skills efficiently and perform with the best of my ability.
"Man… bumping around in this warthog waiting to meet the infamous Noble Team is really making me think. I hate thinking, shit tends to emerge." He said annoyed as he puts his helmet back on.
Two falcons landed ahead as he reached the headquarters and the warthog pulls to a stop. He hops out and moves toward the building. He notices a spartan sitting down, donning a dark green armor with some leaves plastered around his neck. The spartan eyed him as he passed, loading sniper rifle rounds into the mag. He stops at the doorway and attempts to enter as he stares at another spartan with a skull on his helmet sharpening his kukri. Before he could enter a robotic limb shoots out in front of him revealing a female spartan III with a light blue color.
"Commander." she says over to two spartans, one turns around with a buzz cut and dark blue armor. The other is wearing rather dull colors and he is huge. He must be a spartan II.
"So that's our new number six." said the big spartan as the all black spartan three finally steps forward from the female.
The skulled spartan spoke from behind.
"Kat, you read his file?"
"Only the parts that weren't covered in black ink." This female spartan is now labeled as "Kat"
The blue spartan turns back to the screen.
"Anyone claim responsibility, sir?" Someone responded from the screen.
"ONI thinks it might be the local insurrection. Five months ago, they pulled a similar job on Harmony. Hit a relay to take 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."
"Sir. Consider it done."
"Then I'll see you on the other side. Holland out."
Big man and skull spartans stood up. The blue spartan grabs his helmet from the table and turns to face me.
"Lieutenant."
So they must know a lot about my past if they read my file. "Commander. Sir."
All of the spartans start to move out.
"I'm Carter, Noble Team's leader. That's Kat, Noble Two, Emile and Jorge, Four and Five. You're riding with me, Noble Six."
"So… it's official. I am now Noble Six. That was rather quick. Blue Boss is Carter, female is Kat, Skull is Emile and big man is Jorge. Who is the sniper then?" he thought to himself
The Spartans exit the building, with Noble Six next to Carter, Kat, Emile (who sheathes his knife), and Jorge walking side by side in front of them, towards the Falcon. "I'm not gonna lie to you, Lieutenant. You're stepping into some shoes the rest of the squad would rather leave unfilled." I am guessing the last member must have died. That definitely puts lots of pressure on me and might have some tensions down the road.
The Spartans reach the Falcon, with the other three moving to another falcon, and Noble Six and Carter getting into the one where that green sniper spartan is already waiting. "Me, I'm just happy to have Noble back up to full strength. Just one thing. I've seen your file. Even the parts the ONI censors didn't want me to. I'm glad to have your skill set, but we're a team. That lone wolf stuff stays behind. Clear?" Carter signals for the other Falcon to get airborne.
Shit… he really did read that file nice and thoroughly didn't he? "Got it, sir." Just then the sniper spartan spoke up.
"Welcome to Reach." The Falcons take off and start moving toward a mountain range in the distance.
I don't know how I fit in, this team knows about me if they really did read my file. That could be really good or really bad. These guys could be way out of my league for all I know. Especially Jorge, being a spartan II and all. Halsey loves the twos because they are her creation. Us III's were just military creations. Either way I hope I at least get to ghost bases like I did in the past. I may not be able to bring that "Lone wolf" stuff to the table but I can still prove my worth.
Just from straight up looks I can tell these guys know what they are doing. Emile had to have taken lots of time to carve a fucking skull into his own EVA helmet. I have seen that helmet before... although the name of the spartan wielding it I cannot recall. Whatever we are facing on this mission won't be a problem. Whether it be insurrectionists or rebels, it will be even easier if I have 5 other spartans with me. Sniper spartan really did say it pretty well didn't he?
"Welcome to reach indeed." I spoke out