Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or Halo Reach. All rights go to Rooster Teeth(RWBY) and 343i / Bungie (Halo Reach)

AN: Thanks to JuaneArc12 for reviewing & editing the chapters


"This is the Pillar of Autumn, we're away," the captain's voice echoed over the comm. "The package is with us."

Noble six watched as the final ship left on the dead planet of Reach escaped through the clouds. The spartan withdrew the DMR sitting on her back, settling the rifle in her hands, the warrior letting out a soft sigh, shoulder slumping slightly.

Titling her head downwards slightly, the spartan spotted Covenant elites running up the hill towards her, roaring in challenge. Vengeance burning hot, Noble six rushed to meet the Elites head on, firing her DMR, downing two of the elites with torso and headshots. Meeting the remainder, she locked her DMR to her back, drawing her sidearm - an M6G - and her fallen teammates Knife, Six engaged the elites, quickly dispatching one with a knife to the throat, firing her sidearm until it's magazine ran dry.

Dropping the now empty Magnum to the ground, she rolled underneath a strike from the Elite Field Marshall, slashing the back of the Sangheili's knee. Its weight brought the beast to the ground, releasing a roar of pain before being silenced with the Spartan's combat blade through its skull. Cleaning the blade on the ashen ground, Six sheathed the blade, before moving to grab the dropped Magnum, popping a fresh magazine into the sidearm. Picking a direction, Six started away from Aszod, replenishing her ammunition along the way.

She lost count of how long she had been walking. A few hours, maybe, avoiding skirmishes with the covenant. Something in the back of her mind kept her going forward, pulling her back towards the underground facility at ONI base Sword. A bang resounded from somewhere in front of the spartan, her instincts and training bringing her weapon to bare on her surroundings. The ground fractured, slowly crumbling away beneath the unaware Spartan.

To late, did the purple armored spartan realise the pending danger. The ground gave way, sending the Spartan crashing towards whatever lays below. Six crashed against the ground with a quiet groan. Picking herself up out of the dirt and stone from the collapsed ground, she looked around. Sleek metal walls, similar to what she observed back at ONI Sword base. A small glint caught the lone wolf's attention, drawing her towards a larger room, with a glowing panel just inside the entrance to the large room. Walking into the room, DMR at the ready, the spartan scanned the room several times, before lowering her DMR, satisfied that there were no hostile forces, or otherwise. Her helmet camera recorded everything, documenting everything for if she gets back. 'No, when', she thought to herself, 'when I get back.'

"Oh! A Reclaimer, at last!" A high pitched voice resounded in the room, snapping the spartan from her thoughts and falling reflexively into a combat stance. A sphere appeared, glowing from its sides and from its 'eye' in the middle.

"Welcome reclaimer! I am 037 Vengeance Solitude, Monitor of this facility." The Spartan looked toward the floating sphere, tilting her head in confusion.

The door behind the spartan slid shut with a thud, throwing Six on edge, bringing her rifle to bear on the monitor. "Relax, Reclaimer. Closing the door is merely a safety precaution to prevent your enemies from getting inside this facility." Solitude stated, moving in front of the Spartan, the rifle following its every move. "What is this?" Noble Six asked, glancing around the room from behind her black visor, her head moving from side to side slightly. " A Portal Facility," Solitude replied, moving to eye level with the Spartan. The Spartan turn her head towards the Monitor in confusion.

"A Portal Facility? Like teleportation?" Six inquired, lowering her DMR into a relaxed posture. "Correct, Reclaimer. Although in your current state, you would not survive the transportation of the portal," Solitude answered, floating towards an exit of the spacious room.

"What do you mean by, 'I wouldn't survive'? Im hardly injured." The spartan retorted, following the AI down one of the hallways of the Facility. Rather than answer the Lone Wolf, 037 entered a room, filled with machines and what Six could only assume was medical equipment.

"Step onto the platform, your combat skin will need to be upgraded and repaired. You, yourself, also need medical assistance."

Warily, the spartan stepped onto the platform, almost immediately being surrounded by machines. Quicker than the spartan realised, her armor was removed from her person, leaving her in the black undersuit, which was in need of much repair. Plasma burns were spaced out, most gathering at the joints of the suit.

"I would change into this, Reclaimer." Solitude floating in front of her face, a second black bodysuit floating along with it. Taking the bodysuit, the spartan stepped behind a wall to change, while Vengeance Solitude floated over to a terminal, inputting a set of commands, instructing the Facility to upgrade the spartan's armor.

"I have one request, for what you're doing with my armor." Six spoke to the Monitor, "Keep the armor look, color and layout the same."

"That can be done, Reclaimer." 037 replied as Six stepped back around the wall, her worn undersuit draped on her arm. Finishing the command input, a Sentinel floated in, taking the undersuit from Six, placing it into the same procedures as the armor.

"If you so wish, Reclaimer, we can update your physical enhancements." The spartan nodded slightly, following the Monitor to the medical section of the room, taking a note of her weapons being updated. Laying on the table, a brief memory flashed in her vision. Wrist and leg restraints clicked into place, and a drug was induced into her system, putting the spartan out like a light.


~ Time Skip 2 Weeks~


The Spartan awoke, her teal eyes glancing around the strange room, before remembering where she was and what had happened prior. Glancing around the room, Six found her armor, it's Purple and white colour gleaming under the artificial light, the black visor staring silently back. The wrist mounted TacPad glowing a dim blue, almost unnoticeable against the brightness of the room. The device was also slimmer, not as bulky as it was previously.

On the table next sat her weapons and repaired undersuit. Sliding off the medical table, the spartan fell to a knee with a grunt, her legs regaining full function of being unused for two weeks, her body working a little harder to fully restart Six's body.

After a minute, she stands, walking toward her equipment, grabbing the black undersuit, disappearing behind a wall to change, stepping back out a minute later. Dumping the bodysuit onto an unoccupied table, Six returned to her weapons, the design having been changed. Her DMR took a sleeker design, the scope becoming more square and lower on the body of the rifle itself, the iron sight on the barrel disappearing (Halo 4 DMR - no front sight). The ammo counter changed from black and blue numbering to green and black numbering, the scope also changing to a green hue. Glancing at the ammo counter, Six was slightly puzzled at it reading 14, not the standard 15 that she was used to. Removing the weapon's box magazine, confirming it was full, she returned it to its slot in the stock, the ammunition counter unchanging. Upon closer examination, the round was slightly bigger, resulting in the loss of a round from the magazine.

Moving to the Magnum next to it, it remain relatively unchanged, but it was lighter, the heavier metal being replaced with lighter, and more durable forerunner materials. Her Combat knife was the same way, but her teammate's Kukri remained unchanged, the dried blood had been cleaned off, leaving the large knife to glint in the artificial light.

The spartan's twin Kodachi - Japanese short swords - had been rebuilt too, much to Six's surprise. Memories flash in her mind for a second, before she shook her head, shoving them to the back of her mind. Returning the deadly Japanese weapon to its sheath, she stepped to her armor, the machine activating upon the spartan's approach.

"I see you are awake, Reclaimer." Solitude introduced himself, floating over to the armoring station the spartan was currently occupying. The spartan nodded in affirmation, her chest plate being moved into position. The armor felt different, lighter. While not overly lighter, it was still a noticeable change to what it weighed before.

"I took the liberty of upgrading your equipment, Reclaimer. I will let you review the upgrades and improvements yourself, your new augmentations are listed within as well." 037 Vengeance Solitude commented to the now fully armored Spartan.

Muttering a quick "Thank you" to Solitude, the Spartan started going over the changes and upgrades. The titanium plating had been rebuilt and repaired, woven with trace amounts of the same forerunner metal that made up her weapons, answering her question about the lighter armor. The new armor weight, combined with the slightly faster reaction time her new augmentations produced, Noble Six was smiling slightly. Increased shield strength by twice the value from before. Reaching the weapons portion, she found that her Tac Pad was now linked to a 'pocket dimension'. This pocket dimension carried all the ammunition the Spartan would need for years, and then some. In simplistic terms, this 'pocket dimension' was an ammunition storage, filled the corresponding weapon munitions and grenades. Quickly figuring out how to summon the proper supplies, Six equipped a triplet of grenades, filling her armor pouches with ammunition.

"Just like new," Six muttered, hiding her head beneath her Purple helmet, the black visor polarizing, reflecting nothing but black to all who looked into it. As the monitor returned, Noble Six finished equipping her weapons into their corresponding positions. Nodding towards Solitude, Six walked over to the monitor. Producing a Chip, the monitor floated down to the spartan, levitating the small metal strip in reach of the Spartan.

With some hesitation, Noble Six held the chip in her hand.

"What is this chip for?" Six asked, slightly curious for its purpose.

"That chip contains all relevant forerunner history and a handful of weapon schematics that can be used as well as armor and shields blueprints. A copy rests inside your wrist device." Beneath her helmet, Six was hesitant. Take the chip, and risk it not making it to the UNSC, or ensure it gets there before she ever would. If what the monitor said was true, she wouldn't need the chip anyway. Steeling her resolve, she looked to the Monitor,

"Is it possible to portal this back to my superiors? To Earth?" The risk outweighed the reward - to Noble Six at least.

"Yes, it is possible. But why would you not wish to deliver it in person?" Solitude questioned, electing a sigh from the Spartan.

"I'm dead, to them now. Reach is a dead world now, and I along with it. I'm sure you've gone through all the data stored within my armor?"

"Yes, Reclaimer. Is there anyone in particular you wish for the chip to be sent to?" 037 inquired to the last of Noble.

"Admiral Terrence Hood, UNSC" Six responded, almost instantaneously, her voice emanating her resolve.

"As you wish Reclaimer" Summoning a Sentinel, Noble six surrendered the Chip for transport. As the Sentinel floated off, Noble Six double checked her gear. Weapons loaded, blades sharp, and her dog tags around her neck. Nodding to Solitude, the duo ventured back to the Main room, where the console still lay, and the Sentinel disappearing with the chip. 38 Seconds is all it took for the Sentinel to deliver the chip to the requested person. As soon as it returned, it disappeared back down the hallway.

Unexpectedly, 037 shot a blue and orange beam at the Spartan's TacPad, leaving a gift for the Reclaimer under its care. Jolting her arm back, Noble Six glanced at her TacPad before looking to Solitude with her armored head tilted to one side in confusion.

"I have transferred some forerunner equipment to you. One of these is a Hard Light shield." Nodding in understanding, Six tested it, a blue shield showing up. As the shield depleted for a recharge, it turned red before fading away.

Glancing at the icon just above the corner of her Motion tracker, the hardlight shield icon slowly filled back up, returning to full charge after a couple of seconds. Removing her helmet, Six pulled her dogtags to her face, reading them over. The blackened and scorched B-312 shone under the artificial light. Turning to the other tag, she glimpsed the name she hadn't heard or used in years. Kristia. Kristia sighed lightly, returning her dogtags to her neck, replacing her helmet on her head. Glancing around the big room once again, she let her shoulders sag, the mental exhaustion from the fall of Reach finally making itself known.

"It is ready, Reclaimer" 037 interrupted, bringing Kristia out of her thoughts. Slipping her helmet back on, she looked towards the portal.

The forerunner portal opened once again this time, no specific destination set. The spartan's plan was clear: disappear from the view of ONI and the UNSC. Let them believe she perished on Reach, living on in legend. Stepping up to the portal, Six drew her DMR, turning towards 037 Vengeance Solitude for a final time. She saluted the monitor in a gesture of thanks. Solitude shifted slightly, unexpecting the salute from one under his care for the past couple weeks. The AI shifted, producing a Hologram of the salute being returned from a UNSC Marine. Smiling under her helmet, Noble Six dropped her salute. Returning her attention to the portal, Vengeance remarked for the final time to the spartan.

"Safe travels, Reclaimer. To wherever you may end up."

Six nodded her head, stepping through the portal and into the unknown beyond.


In an alleyway of an unknown planet, a dim flash of light resided in an alley before disappearing. The spartan stood, taking in her surroundings. 'Not on a UNSC planet' Kristia mused, 'That much I know. Nothing on Comms' pulling up her TacPad, Kristia rifled through the few armor abilities she had received, spotting the hardlight shield and Camouflage, along with Promethean vision. Activating her active camo, she switched to her weaponry, finding a pleasant surprise in the form of the UNSC standard issue sniper rifle. Swapping her DMR for the rifle, Six crept out of the ally, keeping along the wall of the old buildings.

After a little while, Six caught sight of a group of 5, 4 men in black, sporting what looked like oversized machetes, all wearing red tinted glasses. The first man, who Six identified as the leader, was wearing a white suit and a black bowler hat with a red stripe, along with a cane. Locking the sniper to her back, Six trailed the group to a small shop - From Dust till Dawn - eyes following the group like a predator stalking its prey. After waiting for a few minutes, Kristia's motion tracker lit up, the answer to the movement being a pair of people flying through the window. Disabling her active camo, Six stuck to the shadows, watching as a small girl in red pulled out a giant scythe.

'What the hell? Kids with scythes? Just where the hell am I?' Six mused, confused by the recent events.

Sighing, Six watched, mildly amused as the girl took on the 4 goons. The man in white snapped her out of her thoughts

"You were worth every cent, truly you were." The man sarcastically remarked, returning his attention to the girl with the scythe.

"Well, Red, I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening, and as much as I'd love to stick around…" The man pointed his cane at the girl, the bottom flipping up to a crosshairs. Six tensed, ready to jump in and pull the girl out of the way.

"I'm afraid, this, is where we part ways"

He fired, the girl twirled her scythe, firing it into the ground, propelling her away from the blast and into the air. Kristia pulled up her Hard Light barrier to protect her from the blast, revealing her position to any paying attention. The cane wielding criminal ran to a ladder as little red was preoccupied dodging the shot.

As she landed, Six deactivated her hard light barrier, sprinting from cover, past little red and activating her jetpack after a moment of contemplation. Catching the girl staring, Six said a quick "What are you waiting for?" before following the man to the roof. Little red joined her nearly right away with a bang.

"Hey!" Red snarked.

"Persistent..." He muttered.

A vehicle looking similar to a falcon that Kristia had used on Reach ascended, shining its spotlight on little red and Six. Her visor polarized, dimming the effects of the light.

"End of the line, Red," He threw a red crystal from his hand to the ground in front of the duo, taking aim. Kristia's eyes widen, suspecting it to be an explosive. Pulling the girl behind her, Six readied her hard light barrier. He fired at the red crystal, and Six activated her barrier as the shot collided with the crystal, the resulting explosion forcing Kristia to close her eyes.

"Whoa-ho-ho" the sarcastic criminal cried out in glee, believing he had eliminated the two annoyances. "Huh?" he observed, confused.

When the spartan looked up, She encountered a purple glyph. There was also a new player on the field. She had blond hair in a bun, a black and purple cape and a riding crop in one hand. Dispersing the shield, the woman brought the crop back, glowing a brief purple before unleashing an attack towards the odd looking vehicle. Kristia's barrier died, needing a recharge. Sighing, Six waited for an opening to attack, her DMR now in her hands, loaded and ready. Tendrils of purple energy arced towards the bullhead, hitting the vehicle from different angles. The aircraft shook, but kept flying. With a swing of her wand, another blast rocketed towards the vehicle, conjuring storm clouds above it.

She flicked her hand down, and icicle shards lodged themselves into the aircraft, but it stubbornly kept flying. A new figure appeared, it's arms lighting up with fire. A ball of fire shot towards the woman in front of Six, who conjured a shield, deflecting the attack. The ground around her suddenly started to light up.

The ground lit up, and erupted into a pillar of fire, the woman back flipping away from the explosion, shards of the rooftop sent in all directions, before being sent towards the bullhead. Fireballs intercepted it before the shard arrow reformed, separating into three separate tendrils, circling the aircraft. They circled for a few seconds before a wave of fire from the mysterious figure obliterated the circling shards.

Red stepped up, her Scythe collapsing into a high powered rifle, sending shots towards the figure, Kristia following suit, firing her rifle. The figure blocked the rounds, before waving a hand. Glowing circles appeared behind the trio. Six rolled, popping her barrier as the rooftop behind them exploded. She spun around in time to see the aircraft fly away. Six growled lightly, relaxing her arm on her propped knee. Tuning out the pair behind her, Six mulled over recent events. A tap on the shoulder drew her out of her thoughts, and Kristia came face to face with the older woman.

"I'm going to have to ask you to come along as well." Six shrugged and nodded, magnetizing her weapon to her back.


Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or Halo Reach. All rights go to Rooster Teeth(RWBY) and 343i / Bungie(Halo Reach)