This is going to be a Cross-Over of Red vs Blue and Halo.

But more importantly it's going to be my take of Noble 6 transporting himself into to the RvB universe, and how may you ask?

Well... You'll see soon enough.

Anyways I hope you will enjoy the story: The Gambling Noble State.

Regular : "Dialogue."

Italics : "Thoughts." , "AI Dialogue.", and "Flashbacks."

Underlined : "Document's and Data File's."

Bold: "Video Recordings." and "Computer program AI."

Chapter 1: Roulette Is The Wheel Of Fate

August 30, 2552

Planet Reach

"The war for Reach is almost over." Six thought, while he watched the Pillar of Autumn take off while the Covenant Cruisers gave chase toward the retreating ship. While Six was getting out of the MAC cannon he saw Emile's body slumped over dead, marked with plasma damage from the Zealot's sword he took to the chest.

Six walked over to Emile's corpse and retrieved his dog tags to honor not only another spartan, but one of the last of member's of Noble Team.

" I'm all that's left of Noble except Jun, and I hope wherever he's at with Halsey he get's off Reach alive." He thought as he was about to head towards unknown territory to make a final stand against the Covenant, and as he goes toward the area he can see incoming phantoms onto his position to probably finish off the "Demon" as the covenant call them.

" Well if they want a fight to the death they are gonna get it. I will not back down for no Covenant scum." He thought as he started scavenging for any more clips for his Designated Marksmen Rifle (DMR). Not only did he take Emile's Dogtags he took his shotgun full to the brim with shells.

"Thanks Emile, you always wanted to take down your enemies with brutal effciency. But now its my turn to step up, goodbye my friend." Six thought sullenly, the time that the Spartan spent with his team on Reach felt like the it was the closest thing to brotherhood that he had ever felt when he was with them in battle.

Suddenly when Six found an abandoned run down outpost he decided to make a tactical decision to hole up in the destroyed building. The skies of Reach suddenly started a sandstorm in the area. At that point he looked up into the sky and no longer was the sky a healthy blueish hue, but instead a redish tint because of all the glassing the planet has taken.

Truly Reach has fallen to the Covenant.

But that was the last thing on Six's mind right now. He needed to focus on holding position as he heard the squeaks of grunts and more importantly the roars of the elites near the area.

His first target was a unfortunate grunt that wasn't paying attention to see a bullet lodge into his skull that Six saw was getting to close. Now with his element of surprise gone it was open season as plasma bullets were flying over his head when he was behind cover, then when he saw an opening he laided down a consistent rate with his rifle to take down a distracted elite minor and a squad of grunts.

After the current Covenant lance was neutralized he had a time to reload because of how far the next batch of hostile's was away from him. However he turned his attention to another part of the building, noticing more hostile approaching faster than anticipated from the east side of the building.

He saw on his motion tracker in his helmet that more than three contacts were coming to his position. Six then switched out his rifle for the shotgun and activated his Active Camo to blend into the building.

Then he saw four Elite Ultra's coming into the building from the single door and spreading throughout the building to overrun him with Plasma Repeater's. When he saw the closest elite he snuck behind him, got on his back and silently snapped his neck more than ninety degrees killing him. That brought the rest of the group's attention to the now noticeable Spartan over the corpse of one their brother's.

"The Demon is here, KILL HIM!" The elite roared as plasma fire was shot from his repeater weapon, but Six just dodged out of the way to avoid getting hit and cocked his shotgun.

He fired at the nearest elite to break his shield, the next shot brought him down with purple blood pouring from the hole in his midsection and fell down dead. The other two Elite's enraged by the death of their squad mates switched their weapons to Energy Sword's ready to cleave the demon in half.

But their foresight did not help them in their endeavor's as a plasma grenade stuck to one of them courtesy of the demon that threw it at them, the one stuck panicked and ran into his comrade to engulf them both into a burning explosion with both elite's now being corpses with bloody chunks coming from the bodies.

"Well that was convenient." He thought, as he switched back to his DMR and started firing on some more elite's, while they responded with plasma fire and needle's which made Six's shield's waver. He continued fire despite the risk and took down the two Ultra's firing at him, but at the cost of dropping his shield's for incoming needle rifle fire hitting him in the chest from jackal marksmen from the dusty unknown.

There was a sharp pain in his chest, but he could take the punishment from them, however he found cover after taking the hit and decided to drawl out more fire from the enemy by throwing both frag grenades over the destroyed wall. Six saw needle's stick into the adjecent wall next to him, but also heard the sounds of screams from the unfortnate grunts and a elite that stood in the way of the frags.

"So they are about out of the range of thirty meter's because I can't find them on my radar." Six thought, as he saw his HUD tell him his shield's have recharged back to full power, and now takes a look from over the cover to look through the scope to find the jackal snipers, as he was looking through his scope he looked straight at a needle hitting him in the visor.

"Thank god for shield's, and I finally found you skinny bastards." He thought as he took aim at the figures in the sandstorm and hit paydirt as he heard the dying squaks of the two snipers he bombarded with precise rifle fire.

Checking over his bioreading to check the blow he took, he felt fine from the shot he took, but just to make sure he felt the area he was shot at to make sure his armor took the the brunt of the hit instead of getting hit in a vital area. His vitals told him he was fine for now.

However a bigger problem he has now was he only had one more mag of DMR ammo left, pretty soon he needs to find more ammo or another weapon if he is going to take out more Covenant units.

As he took notice of his ammo situation a giant ball of plasma landed in the rundown area, making a explosion visible to his visor.

"Oh great a wraith for me, are these guy's really that paranoid?" He questioned, sure he was a spartan but for fuck's sake really? A wraith to take on a spartan along with four more phantoms full of troops. Checking through his DMR scope he saw what came from the dropships were tons of Elite Officers, Ultras, and even Generals armed to the teeth with Plasma Repeaters, Concussion Rifles, and Energy Swords.

"I stand corrected, I need another weapon something that is heavy ordnance." Six thought as he saw the group of elite's start moving towards of his position, checking his motion tracker it was just a sea of red dots ready to consume him. When Six checked his DMR he just tossed it aside deeming it useless for how many hostile's coming to his position and started searching for another weapon quickly.

Then he saw something that would answer his vehicle problems, a Spartan Lasercame into his view. "Well looks like it's time to make a wraith turn into a pile of scrap metal." He thought as he picked up the weapon and decided to change position's to get a lock-on the vehicle.

He went around the back of the broken building, suddenly in front of him he saw the shimmering form of a Spec-Ops Elite close with a sword wearing camo, about to charge from his right side, but with his enhanced reflexes due to his training as a Spartan III he thought accordingly, quickly changing into his Shotgun and shooting the Elite point blank in the head.

Brain matter and purple blood painted the ground below as the body without a head fell over with a thump painting more of the rocky soil with purple liquid. With that settled Six decided to get on top of the crumbling building for a higher vantage point to strike with the laser.

When he climbed to the top of the building the red dots on his motion have finally made to his position, and have made their presence known by the sound and heat of constant plasma fire or mini explosion from Concussion Rifles. As Six felt the plasma fire from the roof of the building he noticed a long nosed rifle on the other corner of the crumbling building rooftop.

"If I ever make it through this I will consider going to a casino at one of the other non glassed colonies." He thought as he saw a Sniper Rifle sitting on the ground untouched. He was broken out of his train of thought as another Wraith bullet crashed down closer to his position and hit right in front of the building, predicting that the next shot will be on his head and landing a clean hit, he shoulders the spartan laser and crouches to avoid plasma fire from hitting him, he looks through the scope and turns to the last place that the wraith had fired from. He could see down the hill the vehicle moving to the right to get a better lined up shot, but the last member of Noble Team will not let that happen.

With the his target in sight, Six holds down the firing trigger for the laser, its noticable guiding laser appears ahead of the gun pointing the way for a deadly blast. The machine charged up and finally with a defeaning sound it hits straight on target of the battle tank right in the middle of the target where the pilot was, but now a huge explosion of blue and pruple fire light the dusty sky, signaling the destruction of the tank. With that crisis avoided for Six, he quickly puts the laser down and rushes for the other side of the bulding where the sniper was located, he quickly picked it up and decided to get back into a crouching position and decides to use his active camo so he pick off all these elites off one by one stealthily.

"Time to go hunting." he thought, as he looked the scope, the closest enemy was about ten meter from him. The poor sap didn't know what hit him as the sound of the rifle roared out like a thunderclap and turned that officer's head into a bloody purple mist.

"SNIPER! not only had the demon destroyed the tank, but has a sniper rifle!" one of the elites roar out in sangheili to alert the rest of his brothers of the lethal threat.

"The demon has resorted to cloaking, look for any movement on the field, we will snuff this cowardice heresy with our holy light of THE COVENANT!" one of the general roars out to the group as they join in with their own battlecries for Six's dead body laying at their feet. They moved up faster the Officer and Ultra elites in the front panning a fan pattern in the front of the view of the rundown building, while the general's are in the back planning a backwards flank in case the Demon decides to escape from the back to retreat.

Either way in the minds of the Sangheili there was no escape from the might of the Holy Covenant, Demon or not this creature was finished.

But in the mind of Noble Six right now he was calculating.

He was planning on what the best way to take this wave of elites out was.

"Prehaps the best solution is to defeat the lower ranking elites first since their shield strength is weaker compared to the leader type, plus I only have 15 rounds left in this sniper, and Ultra's take at least two bullets to take down." He thought cause on his motion tracker, minus one officer that he shot he detects 5 Officers, 5 Ultras, and the 3 General's he noticed in the back.

"That's probably what the 3 dots on my motion tracker are behind me." He was sure of that prediction because he doesn't see the yellowish color that General's usually have on the battlefield currently in front of him.

However the fanned out formation that's in front of him currently is a problem, as well as the lack of fire he is getting right now. Another issue is they are all crouching near by rocky terrain for cover so it could be a tougher shot to land to fatally wound them, or worse yet a clean headshot kill.

They are drawling me out, waiting for me to make the first move." He concluded, this was going to be a tough manuever, but Six finally figured out his strategy to try and beat this circle trap that the Covenant laid out for him.

With his resolve figured out, Six decide's to aim at an Ultra Elite that is far out of cover bullet landing right on his chest piece. The sniper round sapping his shield strength, then a second bullet lodges into his throat, the surprised elite gurgles on his own purple lifeblood clawing at his own neck trying to stop the liquid from gushing out of his wound, but he was dead on the ground moments later.

However this loss of life was tragic to the elites they found out the position of the demon's location.

"Concentrate fire on the top of the building brothers we will keep constant fire to kill him!" One of the general's said into the comms, as the unit complied a storm of plasma and Concussion rounds began hitting near the top of the building hoping to get clean hits on the Demon to reveal it's location.

As that was happening Six wasted no time for his next target as he fired at another Officer and dropping him with a shot to the head. After that clip was done he reloaded and fired his sniper twice at a rapid pace against an advancing Ultra that was almost at his position, with another Elite body hitting the floor his camo unit finallly expired exposing the hyper lethal Spartan to the enemy.

"There he is, FIRE!" The three general's finally making their presence known by firing at the Spartan's back with Concussion rounds.

With the other Elites finally zeroing in on the hostile, they finally had a clear target and started to aim at the crouching enemy, while quickly moving up towards the target to make them harder to hit.

Six didn't flinch from the amount concentrated fire, he quickly adjusted and started firing his rifle, two Officer Elites that got too cocky for their own good got dropped without heads on their shoulders as a result.

With another clip gone only eight shots are left in the rifle and he couldn't afford to risk missing since the other elites are getting too close for sniper fire, so he decided to turn around and focus on the leadership of the squad with his sniper. Six noticed the fire hitting him from behind earlier and dropping his shields quickly. With no time to waste he fired the at the general to the right wavering it's shields.

The other generals evaded to the left behind some concrete cover to avoid sniper fire, but the one hit evaded to the right in order to get to the cover on the right, he was hoping his evasive manuever avoided the next rapid shot.

But Six was a patient shooter as soon the apex of the elite's roll was done he saw the opportunity for a second shot and he took it with stride.

It was too late for the singled out general as he had a bullet lodged into his head, his dying spins signaled his death along with purple blood splattering the ground.

With two more bullets spent from the rifle Six noticed on his motion tracker the remaining five enemies from his front made it to the front of the small building and started firing on a close proximity. Now he swtiched tactics from long range sniping to close quarters combat, with that in mind he decided to take the enemy by surprise and hop down the roof feet first. In front of him with his shotgun raised he cocked the weapon readying the next round to kill the Ultra right in front of him.

The five remaining frontrunning elites were surprised of the demon's foward attack, but not unprepared as they raised their weapons and unleashed plasma bullets and concussion rounds. However the Spartan was ready for this turn of aggression from them, but that did not sway his actions as he shot his gun straight into his chest at close proximity, lifting the now dead elite off his hooves with a whole in his armor and bits of his front purple from the buckshot that lodged into his body. The other four elites decided to get a half circle formation to cut off his escape both officers on the left and Ultra's on the right.

With close quarters in mind the elites pulled out their swords to finish off the demon, but Six was ready as they closed in on him he readied another shot and saw one of the officers charging at him, target clear he aimed upwards and shot him point blank in the face and before the elite could strike he fell face gone and Sword deactivated.

After seeing the death of his brother the Ultra's were swift to take the Officer's place on the offensive assault, both charging before Six had a chance of aiming.

Seeing no option Six hopped back into the building wall, before he was able to take aim his instinct screamed at him to duck as there was a Plasma blade just where he was standing. With perfect range being right in front of his target, Six quickly took the opportunity to fire his shotgun right into the abdomen of the Ultra killing him quickly, with a follow up shot hitting the other Ultra, draining his shields however not killing him.

With an elite corpse leaning into Six he decided to push it off into the stunned Eilte previously hit by buckshot and turn his attention to the officer that leaped off the ground ready to stab him, but with one more shot cocked he sidewards rolled out of the way before the blade crashed where he was previously. With his target right in front of him once again, he shot the last shell at the remaining officer point blank in the throat, with him heaving a dying gurgle and falling down dead, Six had no time to lose as he rushed the last Ultra of the front lance with his shotgun raised.

The stunned elite was still disoriented from the shotgun blast and the body that hit him at a certain force, though he was on his feet and his vision a little hazy, he and his shield's were not prepared for the quickly moving demon with his shotgun raised and ready to attack.

Six used the shotgun as a blunt object instead of a firearm and decided to cave his face in with the back of the shotgun. With his spartan strength he bashed the final Ultra with blood and spit coming from his face, even the armor covering his face was no match and the final Ultra laid back with a thud blood pooling from the injury and twitching from the amount of blunt force trauma Six put into the blow.

With the front lance taken care of Six decided to discard the shotgun for now and pick up one of the sword handles from the dead Ultra elite, with the sword activated he saw the carnage he left on the field with the amount of bodies he dropped by himself.

However there was two more hostile Sangheili General's that were unaccounted for and not in front of him, as he had this speculation he felt the need to turn around and defend himself as a sword was about bisect his body. Six defends with his own sword swing and parries the attack with his own as he locates both elites behind him near the building. The one sword dueling Six speaks up as the other goes into the building out of his sight.

"You have my respect as a fellow warrior demon, but your demise will fall to me and my fellow brother on your dying planet." He spoke in perfect english which confused the spartan. Usually you don't see that everyday from a different species that hates your own and is purging said planet of it's defenders and inhabitants.

But the universe is full of surprises and this was probably gonna be one of many in life.

"Let's see about that, shall we?" Six questioned, as the two locked against each other while their swords clash together. Sparks flying off of the constant contact. The weird thing to the spartan was that the elite in question wasn't fazed with clashing his sword with the enemy, but the fact that he was laughing as strike after strike left the two combatant's with a sparking light show of plasma after each blow.

Then thinking he had the upper hand the general pushed onto the offensive, getting into Six's space and trying to break his focus with quick and precise swings of his blade to show his superiority in close combat, but the spartan was not bothered by this change of pace in the sword battle as he kept his defense and parrying on par with the aggressive elite. The effect of constant strikes with each other's swords waining their shields until they were both down to no shields at all.

When they traded blows one more time they both had no shield's to give them protection, both combatants knew this next attack would be either of their last depending on who lands the killing blow. With this in mind Six decided to back up and then sprint half way toward the elite while his oppenent rolled towards him to meet his foe head on.

"This is the end for you!" When he struck he let out a roar as he swung inwards to stab Six in his chest to finish him off.

However when this happened, Six saw this clearly because of the agumentations he received and acted accordingly, while the world was in real time, Six felt like the world was in slow motion for him, or as everyone likes to call it "Spartan Time" he adjusted by ducking and side stepping quickly towards the opposite side of the inward stab, and with his momentum slashed at the side of the elite's armor leaving a plasma gash from the attack and a startled cry from the elite. Six saw his ember eyes widening at the display of the manuver and the fact that his opponent defeated him at his own game.

With the clashes ending the elite fell to his side grasping at the wound from his opponent and laying there with shallow breathing. His other brother seized the moment from the end of the duel by firing concussion rounds at the standing spartan.

Six took the hits hard, after the fight he didn't expect the other general to step in and fire, but that was the price payed for forgetting him and he took two shots knocking him to the side disorienting him, while making a small crack on his visor. While Six came back to the matter at hand, he realized he doesn't have any more long range to medium range weapons to continue, however the other general continued to fire in his direction to finish him off, but this time Six was ready and decided to dive to the right side and over towards the stairs connecting to the other fallen corpses.

With some ammo boxes as cover he noticed another Spartan III with HAZOP amor was behind him, slumped on the floor with something on top of him and it was if the gods prayers anwsered Six as he saw a Rocket Launcher on him.

"As much as I don't want to steal from a corpse I have no choice." As he picked up the heavy weapon and mounted it on his shoulder readying it to fire as it still had two rocket left within the chamber, with a way out of this fight he continued to stay in cover from the concussion rounds until he finds it suitable to come out to fire the rocket.

When the firing stopped he took his chance as his shield's recharged halfway, as he got out of cover he was hit again two more times with concussion rounds dropping his shields, but he didn't care as he pulled the trigger of the launcher and saw the rocket fly in the air towards the position of the elite. The final general saw the rocket come his way too late and let out a surprised cry before being engulfed by the explosion and was turned into bloody purple chunks.

With the elite lance's neutralized, Six let out a sigh as he didn't see any movement on his motion tracker, signalling that this area is clear of hostile's at least for now. checking his bioreadings on his HUD he noticed that he felt some slight pain from the rounds he took, but noticing that he could just patch himself up with some biofoam he saw laying around the batttlefield.

When he went to the center he noticed the last general still breathing and looking at him from the floor still gasping from his fatal wound he took, but he chuckled weakly and started to say some words to Six.

"Heh...good show demon, if their was any solace to my death 'cough' it is that I die an honorable... death from... your.. kind." he gasped out before reaching out and the last of his strength faded from his body as he laid their dead from the blade wound.

With that last word from him Six checked out what weapon's and amount of ammo he had on him currently. "2 clips left from my Sniper Rifle and 1 more Rocket left in the launcher, along with the Sword that I am still carrying." He thought, but a problem reared it's ugly head.

As much as he wants to hold out in this outpost position there are not many weapons left on the battlefield that can keep him going for long in the fight. So Six thought it through and came up with a temporary solution to this issue.

There are certain ONI hideout hangars that have weapon's and other armorment's that he has access to since he was brought here to the planet, and since he was brought here by ONI and a major asset for them, maybe they left a vehicle so that he can take to the skies and fight in the air.

Maybe he can find a way to get back to Earth toward's the Cairo defense station to tell the news that the battle was lost on Reach.

But that was a long shot, but he was willing to take it if he could find a slipspace capable ship.

"Alright the nearest Hangar Station is 4 hours out from now, my Camo unit has recharged so maybe I can sneak by the Covenant patrols and use my clearance to gain access to the facility." With his hidden resolve clear to him, Six checked the surrounding area and decided to go towards the few Spartan III's that had fallen in the area the HAZOP armored one and another OPERATOR armored spartan and collected their dog tags. Being a little curious he checked both of the tags to see who they belonged to.

"Curtis-B139 and Helen-B188, must of survived long enough rest in piece my brother and sister." He thought as he pocketed the 2 other dog tags with the rest of Noble Team's. He wondered how many of his generation of Spartan III's were left out there in the universe fighting against the Covenant, but he couldn't dwell on that now to distract him he needed to keep moving.

So just like dust on the wind he blended into the scenery and started moving north to the monutain terrain with camo active, hopefully to find this ONI base.

When Six thought this plan through he didn't think he would really make it to his actual objective, it was basically his own suicide mission for himself to travel to one of the secert bases that the ONI spooks had built under the UNSC noses since they were so secretive.

Six's current condition wasn't what it was previously when he was at that outpost, when he was moving towards the current hidden base he saw all was quiet in the first hour which was odd, but that factor was taken into account because there were other pockets of resistance still fighting on Reach, and maybe they needed more reinforcements in those other areas and decided to send leftover squads to try to eliminate him.

The next couple hours he saw a couple Covenant phantoms in his area to drop three lances of troops onto his location, with his lone wolf training kicking in he decided to activate his camo unit to sneak and assassinate any close hostile's that were off the beaten path or near his location when hidden.

Let's just say he wasn't really hidden for that long.

When the Elite Officer's noticed certain Unggoy and Kig-yar corspes of their squads they roared out an alert to the remaining troops, with them distracted and not seeing where the threat was currently thanks to camo, Six lined up the sight for the first shot of his Sniper Rifle and took aim at the middle Officer's head, firing he saw that his amored head turned into a purple bloody mist.

With leadership dead, the remaining grunts that are left began to run in fear seeing one of their leaders die right in front of them, the jackal's panicked and began to look and run around nervously, while the other two elite's tried to get the lance's back into formation.

With Six's result coming out positive with the sniper rifle he turned his attenttion to the next elite and hit in the throat, turning his scope away from the purple throat fountain he found the last elite trying to find rocky terrain to get into cover, but before he could find it he was stopped mid run from his destination as he dropped without a head as the next sniper round struck true.

With Six's camo expired and the leadership gone the remaining minimal forces couldn't produce a counterattack to fight off the hyper-lethal spartan, and just like certain resistance groups he used to kill, the rest of the squad disappeared without a trace by his hands.

The next couple of phantom's coming to his position were still on the lookout for him, Six decided to sneak by for the amount of troops that dropped from them, noticing the lack of ammo that he had, he decided to stay hidden from these squads instead.

With hours of stealthily moving around patrol groups he found out the rest of the trip was very uneventful with no more phantoms in his area for now to take him from his objective that he wanted to get to.

His cracked polarized visor looked on at the current scenery, seeing that the red sky was still surronding the planet, but this time there were dark clouds with bolts of lightning shooting out, happening in the area behind the current mountain he was looking at. He is looking around the mountaintop path for a certain dark looking rock formation compared to the rest of the lighter looking rocks from the cliffside or the mountaintops.

He went up to the darker shaded rocks and saw the familiar unusual cave formation that he saw when he came here from Reach. With his prize found he walked towards the strange looking dead end that didn't look like a natural cave formation, but instead saw a lateral door with the symbol of ONI on it, but before he could do anything else a technical voice spoke to him.

"Halt, this is a private facility, please have proper verification. You have sixty seconds to comply or secondary defense routine's will activate." The computer voice said with a feminine sounding voice, with that said from the rock walls turret heads sprouted. "ONI officials were always paranoid that people were going to find these kinds of hideout's, but I didn't think it would be this bad to almost terminate someone on sight." Six thought as he sounded off his clearance at the computer from memory.

" Beta Company Spartan 312, clarfication Mike, India, Charlie, Hotel, Echo, Alpha, Lima." Six said without hesitation, and silently waiting for the door to open.

"Clarfication verified welcome back Lieutenant Micheal B-312." The voice welcomed, as the door opened for Six, he stepped in and the doors snapped shut immedately after he was in.

Six looked around at the hallways and noticed that no lights were activated because of primary power generator failure, he assumed it was due to prior glassing runs from Covenant cruisers that shut this facilities power supply down, but regardless he walked toward the hangar bay section and saw that there was little conflict or battle that has happened to this facility.

With taking in his surrounding he left the hangar bay and toward the communication center for the hangar base, it was still pitch black in there and even with better vision from augumentation the HUD display was fried from the concussion fire from the outpost he was at previously, regardless he was looking at the control panels, flicking switches to try to find a back-up power switch. After nothing else happened he decided to speak out loud to see if the computer could activate the back-up generators.

"Computer activate back up generator subroutine." he said in the room.

"Affirmative B-312, replacement generator's recalibrating, back-up power supply online in five minutes." She replied back to his request, then waiting a few minutes the room came alive with bright lights on the comms room,hangar bay, and armory. Looking over the base he saw that the generator power supply is only running at 70% efficiency, not at maximum capacity for total defense purposes, but at least keeping Heavy Machine Gun Turret's defense's up for enemy invasion. With defenses up he decided to check in the armory for any kind of weapons he can gather to fight with.

When he went in he was amazed to see all kinds of weaponry: Magnums, Assault Rifles, Shotguns, and even some replacement Rockets. But what caught Six's eye was a rifle that hasn't been seen on the field as far as he was concerned when he was fighting on Reach.

"Computer what is this weapon?" He asked with curiosity in his tone it looked like the DMR, but a bit different in design as he picked it up he saw that it almost felt the exact same as the long range weapon in question.

"That is designated the BR55HB Battle Rifle, 36 round magazine using burst fire, utilizing 9.6 x 40mm rounds. It was a prototype armament that the UNSC was hoping to replace the M392 Designated Marksman Rifle with, It is used for medium to long range engagements with the enemy. The current rifle you are holding has passed the field testing stage and is ready for deployment." She said explaing the specs of the weapon, as Six was checking the scope feeling an almost familiar with rifle since it was similar to the DMR, but figured it was different considering it's fire rate.

"I'll be the judge of that." Six said, as he loaded a mag into the rifle and putting it on his back to keep it along with a couple clips for it in case he runs out of ammo. As he searched the ammo crates he found more Sniper bullets to replace the one's he used out in the field. With the ammo situation figured out, he reloaded the Sniper back to a full mag, cocked the side of it to load the round in the chamber, and decided to head back towards the comm room to figure what his situation is for now forgetting the rocket launcher on the work bench.

He was more of a marksman anyways and he would like to keep it that way.

With that he walked into the communication's room and decided to check the archive computer to see if there were any kind of aerial craft that could achieve slipspace in the hangar bay.

He kept scanning the area, but was coming up short with only pelicans and a few falcons still in the hangar. With little hope left he was about to give up when he decided to check the hanging craft that was being held by the metal clamps for space, when he saw something familiar that he saw before on the upper part of Section 4.

"Computer what is the craft on the upper part of the hangar in Section 4" He said as he's trying to get a better look of it on camera. The ship looked too big to be a UNSC Pelican and it didn't look like a Calypso-class exfilltration craft, but it did look similar to his understanding.

"That is the UNSC-Gobi a Sahara-class heavy prowler, wit-."

"How fast can you prep the ship for take off." Six interrupted quickly wanting to know.

"Ship and hangar can be ready in twenty minutes." She said.

"Have the ship prepared immediately for hangar take off and notify me when your done." He said as the machinery whirled to life and started preparing the ship for take off.

Meanwhile Six was just wondering how lucky his ass was for today, as if today couldn't get any better he got a new gun, besides the burning world he was still on he had a way off of Reach to warn the UNSC.

To tell them and get back into the fight somewhere else on another colony planet.

While he did feel bad for not staying here, he needed to find somewhere to go and fight, it was his calling and his duty. Six still remebered the horror's of what happened to his parent's while he was on his home planet.

"Kholo, it was a colony planet if I remebered." He thought.

The Covenant attacked on the year 2537. He remebered what happened when a ODST tried to pull him off of his parent's corpses when he saw their bodies in the middle of the attack on Loca City, him and the other civilian's where being hurried off to get off world. He was later that day evacuated off the planet by ONI offcial's to save them from the army of the Covenant.

He was only six years old when the planet fell and his parents were gone from his life. Vengance and anger filled him as hot, silent tears fell down his face that day, with his anger and hate set on the aliens.

However fate was smiling on him that day as an ONI agent decided to take his attention and have him put into the Spartan III program to help him focus that anger that day and promised him to get stronger so he can kill the alien bastards destroying our worlds.

Being that impressionable at a young age Six couldn't resist.

He clenched his gloved hand at the memory he had, but quickly tossed it aside that was the past and it was meant to stay there.

With his head now clear he left the comms room and prepared to leave by taking one more stop at the armory to stack up on anything from medical equipment to grenades. After he stocked up with any kind of ammo that he needed, biofoam canisters, and frag gernades he headed towards the hangar. After getting halfway he heard a muffled explosion from the west and the alarms started blaring loudly, coming from where the main enterance was.

"Computer, status report." he started looking at the door that was to the far left of him when he finished down the hallway.

"Lieutenant, Covenant forces have breached the facility defense gate." She explained.

"What is the ETA of the preparation of the Gobi" Six shouted.

"Five minutes till preparations of the ship is complete, hangar bay open and ready for take-off, refueling at 63%." She explained.

Something was wrong with this situation, even with certain weaponry the Covenant shouldn't of gotten through the titanium doors that quickly especially with regular plasma weaponry.

"Computer, shut the blast doors to slow their progress." He said as he remebered the fact that he was in a ONI facility and their are two things ONI does before they leave.

Cleaning up and disappearing.

"Computer, after spacecraft take-off initiate SCORCH protocol T-minus 1 minute." he said as he saw the door wavering slightly by the pounding of the door.

A minute past before Six took off to the area where the Prowler was going to be, with it slowly being lowered. He decided to turn around towards the door getting behind some makeshift sandbag walls that were here previously, he saw a stationary chaingun turret behind the sandbag wall.

Taking a page from a certain spartan II, Six indulged in the gun as he ripped it off the tri-pod and stood there to get into a standing ready position. He saw the door to the hangar denting to a point of it shooting of it's metallic locks and becoming a projectile. "There's only one thing that's strong enough to completely destroy a metal locked door that fast." He thought, as he was decided to warm up the turret gun he held.

The door flew off and he started firing at the behemoth of a monster called a Hunter, as it came into view with its shield arm raised and other arm glowing to shoot off the deadly plasma beam. Six figured out something interesting about these giants and how to defeat them, they can only be shot and killed by shooting the orange fleshy parts of its body, but the armor in its midsection is weak to explosive or heavy bullets to break off and show the fleshy worms that make up the main body.

The canon fired its beam at Six and he crouched to avoid the deadly beam from hitting, dropping the turret because of the evasive maneuver, but quickly picking it back up and aiming back into the lower stomach armor of the monster. With the constant rate of fire from the turret, orange liquid and pieces of the armor started falling off to reveal the main wormy body.

With its insides exposed, the hunter started to step to the left with his shield arm up, blocking the turret fire and made room for its bond brother behind him. Six realized this horror and looked behind the spiked backs of the other Hunter to see 3 magenta colored elite's coming down the hall.

"Zealot class elite's...Fuck." He thought and decided to cut his losses and dropped the turret to fall back towards the descending Prowler.

"Prowler is now ready for departure." The Computer said, with this annoucement Six needed to do one more thing before he started running.

He stood up with his Sniper Rifle ready and in front of him scoped into the exposed hunter's body as both of the giant brothers started charging their canons.

Time slowed down once again as he shot a round into the middle of the worm colony hitting it dead center stunning the creature, then with no time to lose he chucked his last and only Plasma Grenade hoping to hit the hulking giant.

If miracles were a trend this day then he wasn't complaining as the explosive landed dead center into the worm colony. With a bluish flash the grenade detonated and a spill of worms and orange liquid came out of the midsection, upper part of the body falling to the floor with a loud clang. Meanwhile the other Hunter roared with rage because of the death of his brother, its canon fired and landed the intial attack, plasma dropping his shields and burning his chest armor a bit and getting through some of the MJOLNIR grade armor to him.

"Thank god for the gel layer." He thought with his teeth gritting in pain behind his helmet, finally with his job done he needed to do one thing.

He need to get the fuck out of this base.

With his adrenaline up to the max, he sprinted off to the open back door of the Prowler, his shields still down he felt a certain heat coming towards him as he was sprinting. Then a sudden pain hit his right shoulder as he saw a pink needle sticking through with red blood spillng a bit, hearing the roars of the Zealot's before he got into the ship and closed the doors.

Six kept sprinting until he got to the cockpit and was in the pilot seat to commence take off, then turned the Gobi to the left to give his enemies a going away present, he saw certain Spec Ops Elites coming through the door along with Special Ops Grunts behind them with Fuel Rod Canon's, so an entire Spec Ops's squad. Plus the three man Zealot squad and the remaining Hunter, he felt the combined fire of those units hitting his ship, but with the way the Gobi was made with the same Titanium-A plating that frigates were made of it wasn't budging from the plasma fire anytime soon.

Six switched to the weapons area seat and shot the Pulse Canon guns towards the top of the hangar door, destoying some of the wall and blocking the door from anybody coming into the hangar to assist, but more importantly.

Blocking anyone's escape from leaving this doomed facility.

With this deed done he quickly turned back towards the opening in the air and punched the thrusters to leave. The speed he left the facility was probably one of the fastest lift off's he has ever been in to make a getaway.

Six was quick to activate the stealth system when he got into the red sky of Reach, so he could avoid any aerial patrols, and with this action done it was like he disappeared from the planet.

Like he was never there.

Back at the Hangar bay the Covenant forces were roaring out their frustration from the escape of the Demon.

"It has escaped. Follow the Demon!" One of the Zealot's said in the Sangheili tongue.

"T-minus 20 seconds till base detonation. Evacuate the area immedately." The Computer announced.

The Zealot leader in question eyes was widened when he heard the word "detonation" as the other Covenant forces were looking to leave through the only enterance that was in the base.

But he saw the door blocked by debris from that laser that ship shot, he didn't understand why at first he did it until he stood there with realization.

There's no way out and nothing is strong enough can move this debris clogging the door, also there was explosion about to happen.

This was a trap.

But now...

This was their tomb.

He could only say something that he heard multiple humans say when in this kind of situation.

"Son of a bit-" He was able to get out.

Before the the base went up into a ball of fire and crumbling, some of the mountain rocks form a rockslide to claim the insides of the base and crushing any remaining troops that survived the blast.

Six didn't care to look back at the ball of fire that used to be the hangar bay.

He puts the ship at a quick speed to leave the planet.

The spartan saw the color change from the sky from the lack of atmosphere in space, he saw the inky black sky of space as he left Reach, at first when he was deployed towards the planet it had looked greenish and blue from space, but now looking at the planet it looked like what happened to his home planet, a firery red and brown planet from the continous glassing its currently taking from the Covenant cruiser's still around the planet.

Now that Six's life is not in mortal danger he needed to check himself for any injuries.

He also needed to check up what kind of things were on this ship.

With that objective in his mind he decided to explore the ship first, he checked through various doors.

The first door to the left was an armament room with the basic UNSC weaponry, but their was surprisngly some plasma weapons on board. But the biggest surprise he saw was some MJOLNIR power armor and looked like it was a Recon set of armor, and now Six realized how familiar this looked considering this was in his color scheme for the armor.

He remebered ordering a new set of armor before he deployed on the ground of Reach, and this he knew this ship felt familiar because this is the same prowler that got him to the planet in the first place.

Since his current armor was malfunctioning it was good that he found a replacement so he can get back into the field, but right now he needs to take a bit of a rest and he needs check the rest of the ship before anything.

He left the armory section and went towards another door to the right and saw a couple of pods for cryosleep.

"I'll just take advantage of that when we hit slipspace, I'm just going to put in the coordinates for Earth and then hop in because of the amount of time it is probably going to take to get to the planet." He thought as he left the room.

He went down to the second pair of doors and saw that it was crew's quarters section on the right and the left only had one huge bed and it looked like a personal captain's quarters. The last door on the left held a huge dining/rec room with a couch, he went to the kitchen and took account of any kind of rations he had in their before leaving towards the back of the ship to look at the slipspace engine.

Usually these ships run on the Shaw-Fujikawa Translight Drive for slipspace travel and he just needed to check if it was running properly for FTL travel.

"Everything checks out and it shows its ready to go, alright now for the hard part." Six said out loud.

However he was broken out of his stupor with a certain rumbling of the ship. He was certain that there were no asteroids into or next to the atmosphere of Reach, but he was quite close to the star.

He rushed towards the cockpit and saw it was a certain electricity from the planet's sun and it redirected toward the ship.

"Really? a geomagnetic storm now?" Six questioned out loud as he was quick to move away from the storm to get to a safe location in space.

He quickly piloted the ship towards the edge of space and away from any enemy ships and natural formations in space.

Now he let out a breath he didn't know he had held. For now he was in the clear and he was going to start the slipspace engine to jump towards Earth.

So he can get word from what happened on the planet to the defense force.

With that done he saw that this was going to take 2 weeks to get to the planet and set the coordinates into the ships main computer. Thinking that Six's troubles are over for now he finished setting the location and pressed the proper buttons to start the slipspace jump.

Unfortunately he did not go back to see what secretly happened to the slipspace drive as it started sparking furiously instead of activating regularly.

But the damage was done and the jump was made.

With that done Six decided to take a load off for now and head into the cryo-pod room.

But he didn't notice the Nav computers course correction malfunction as it flickered off from the location of Earth to a the callsign called:UNKNOWN.

When Six reached the cryo room he took his helmet off and looked at the front of the cracked visor of the Mark V helmet that ran on the side.

He put it down on the bench and with him being relaxed and the aderanline wearing off, he felt the pain of from his shoulder and chest as he remembered getting hit in those locations, and a certain burning feeling from that shot the hunter landed. He still looked at the front of his helmet, reflecting about his time on Reach and the team that he lost.

"Jorge, Kat, Carter, Emile I made it, but it doesn't feel right." He thought as he took the dogtags that he was able to retrieve, he could memorialize them when he got to Earth, but for now he just wanted to rest.

But first he needed to patch himself up, he pulled the medical biofoam out and stuck the needle into the bloody patch in his interior black part of the armor and pulled the trigger, he winced with pain as he felt the froathy white substance clot the wound that was bleeding, it was always a lifesaver on the field but that doesn't mean it was painless when it was applied.

Once Six was done he went towards the computer for cryostasis to set it up to intiate cyro-sleep.

After he was done he went towards the window of the capsle, and was able to see his face, it was a bit burnt and grimy from the amount of plasma damage and dirt he had took when he constantly hit the ground. He looked at the gash on the upper part of his head next to his eyebrow that was red and bloody from injury, he took in his disleveled appearance with his dark brown eyes. His hair was unkempt and the blackish brown hair grew out a bit showing the amount of time he was on the field without grooming himself, he sighed it was one of the few times he looked at his true face.

With that done he wanted rest and he was going to take what he can get.

He got into the pod, and decided to lay back to try to get some rest.

The machines usual routine was carried out and it was starting to get cold from the freezing air that was integrating with the inside of the pod.

Six then closed his eyes and slowly lost consciousness to rest for the upcoming battle that was on the horizon.

Unknown Space

Mother of Invention

The frigate was flying out in space awaiting and standing by for the next coordinates.

Project Freelancer was in the starting period of its lifetime, and ready to win the war against the unknown alien threat and to end its biggest enemy, the Insurrectionist army.

The Director, or known to some people Dr. Leonard Church looked out the window of the bridge to see the darkness of space and was planning the starting phase of the project.

"Director we have our operatives ready for the first mission, may I suggest we go with the usual agents?" He heard the soothing voice of the Counselor Aiden Price, and already he had a problem with the man.

He was the leader of this organization not him and he's about to put him in his place.

"Counselor if I'm not mistaken I am the one that makes this descision, so you can keep your suggestions to yourself until I need them." He fired back at his subordinate, his heavy accent present in his voice.

Standing their a little bit startled he didn't say anything as the Director started talking to him again. "Send in Agent's South and North Dakota for this next mission so we can see their set of skills, and to evaluate what kind of training they put into play out in the field." He explained to the other man as he turned to look at him, with a known sharpness to him.

"Yes Director." he said, as he started typing on his datapad to alert the two agents going on the mission towards the unknown planet.

When the order was made however the alarm on the ship started blaring.

"Alert slipspace rupture detected, unidentified vessel near our coordinates." F.I.L.I.S announced, as the space in front of the bridge's glass window, the space warped around it like a sinkhole in space and out came a certain medium sized ship with steel coloring coming into view.

The Director wasted no time in giving orders to the bridge crew as he saw the ship.

"Get that ship's attention I want to know what it is and where it came from." He ordered, and heard "yes sir" in return from the bridge crew.

There was chatter everywhere on the bridge and people working hard on their computer terminal's to figure out what the strange ship was doing there.

It was just sitting stationary a few miles from their own ship. Finally somone from the bridge crew anwsered the Director's question.

"Sir it is a UNSC spacecraft, and apparently called a Prowler but is not in the databanks of the UNSC. As for where it came from, I'm not sure sir it doesn't seem like it came from our form of slipspace." He reported, when Leonard heard that he felt an emotion that he hadn't felt in a while.

Confusion.

Regardless of that, he saw the ship was turning to the left and saw the big inscription against the ship.

The words UNSC Gobi were the inscription on the middle of the ship.

END CHAPTER.

Holy shit that was a lot of explaining and I'm sorry if that was a long ass chapter, but trust me the chapter are either going to be longer or shorter depending on how long I decide to type.

Also I know the exposition and explaination was very strange and probably wouldn't make sense, but I needed to find a way to try and get Six tranported into the Red vs Blue universe without him magically teleporting for no reason,and am trying to give a certain logical spin.

Either way next chapter is gonna explain some stuff, I won't tell any of you guys what it is, but this gonna be a little bit more dialogue heavy compared to this chapter with Six just thinking himself and killing.

Also if you have any complaints about the flow of the story right now, please understand I am still trying to get better at writing smoothly, but I will try to adapt and shorten certain explanations since some of the weapons I wanted to explain got explained in this chapter.

So with that note I will leave off with next chapter name. This is Irongiant9000 signing off for now.

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