When two universes converge and the veil between worlds is thin enough to be broken through, weirdness happens. In one world, a War Hero from a realm where humanity faced extinction many times may wind up being greeted by school children that fight monsters. In another, a Regiment that has seen hell on its homeworld is now fighting to prevent a chaotic evil from overtaking the home of new allies and loved ones. Trying to prevent another Fall similar to their own. A myriad of such universes exist wherever one looks, if they can look. And some mistake or tomfoolery creates them. Either the wits of some Gods that want to see the results of such a situation, or those that feel some heroes deserve a second chance, a second life... Such is the case today, it would seem.

Noble Six had been a soldier of the UNSC. A loyal trooper who'd seen hell through and through and had no qualms about killing other humans. Insurgents, he saw as nothing but enemies of the state. ONI was a rotten organization, but at least it tried to keep the peace, no matter the means. And when he first went face-to-face with the Covenant, he fought bravely and with no remorse. Until his new team all died before him in mere weeks on Reach. And he too went MIA on the world that now served as a memorial for the people of Earth And All Her Colonies, that even in the darkest of times, hope still remains. His past is lost, but his Legacy lives on in the fight undertaken to halt the Covenant's advance.

Neopolitan, or Neo, for short, was a petty criminal. A mute assassin that many saw as nothing more than a henchman, an executioner for one Roman Torchwick. Her story, however, was much sadder than that. Dead parents at the age of 6, her first murder at 12 and a string of hired enforcer jobs going up to the fresh age of 15 as she stands in current time. She lived her life through the only way she could in the criminal underworld. A wounded, quiet soul who took out her repressed anger on her targets, living in anguish day after day, hoping a knight in shining armor would come and rescue her from her nightmares...

Today, their paths would cross by fault of an ancient artifact. And their lives would be changed forever...

Opening OST:Rising-RWBY

The Lady and the Knight

Chapter 1:Deterrence for Darkness

The sudden development that occurred on Reach sent a foreign body to a world even more foreign to him. A dull, distant thunder and the echo of torrential rain pattering against his shields and face slowly woke Noble Six to his senses. The Spartan's eyes opened to the sight of the tarry, dark night's sky above him as lightning coursed through the clouds. He simply inhaled, then exhaled... No pain... Feeling his chest with his gloved hand, he found no deep cuts, no bored holes by Plasma. Mere scorch marks were all present on the armor, those from reentry into Reach's atmosphere when Jorge... He pushed aside the thought, then straightened up into a seated position. He finally could see the two brick buildings and the alleyway he was in.

He swallowed the few raindrops that wet his mouth, then pushed himself up with a grunt. Dusting himself and his armor off, the boy looked around. Feeling his back, he found his DMR and his AR both present. On his hip, his M6D Magnum and a few grenades attached to his belt... That left his helmet. He looked down to the gravel and found it. A RECON Helmet with an NV attachment. It was pained dark-blue. Picking it up, he emptied it of a rock and some water, then set it back on his head. It locked into place with a click, then the HUD flashed on and shields charged.

He stretched, then shook his head and checked ammo. All good for now. Sighing, he saw several grey dots on his HUD's Motion Tracker. Best move now for him would be to stick to the shadows... As he was doing. He moved around behind the buildings, in alleyways where almost no people were present, save for maybe a hobo or two. Clothes were hung out to dry above, tied with wires to fire escape stairwells.

Lights illuminated windows and shadows moved about, having Six in the need to sneak around. Hiding in the dumpster, the young Spartan heard a rushing set of footsteps up ahead. He gripped his handgun, drawing it, before looking over the edge. The main road seemed full of commotion, even in the dead of night, with people and cars actively moving about... He paused as he saw a figure turning the corner. Petite, with strange hair color and a parasol, as well as even stranger clothing matching the hair... She was actively running to escape something. And from the blood on the parasol, that something would have to be Policemen or local Militia. That and the callouts from afar and the military boots gave both options a fair chance.

The Spartan took a moment... If this girl was a criminal, he'd be an accomplice and would be hunted. But if he wound up in some god-forsaken land that was owned by Innies, she'd make an ally for now... As the cops, or whatever they were, got closer, Six sighed. He extended his right hand outward, now holding the Magnum with the left, before he caught hold of the girl's arm and yanked her into cover. Surprised, the girl extended what looked like a bloody rapier blade from her parasol toward Six' throat. The Spartan didn't flinch, instead placing his index at the front of his helmet to show her to be quiet...

They heard the footsteps pass by them, right in front of Six, who readied his pistol. Troopers clad in black hoodies, with white vests that had a red symbol of a feline predator bearing its teeth, with a claw mark behind it. Six didn't get good looks at the soldiers' gear, but he knew those weren't cops. "C'mon! Where the hell did she go!?" one of them called out, angered.

"That little runt won't get away with this!" Another growled, then gave a hand signal "Fan out and search the Alleyways! We'll go back out onto Main Street!" and his troops followed orders, scrambling in teams of 3. 4 teams. That made 12 total bogeys. Six made a mental note, then grabbed the girl by the hand and yanked her. She followed him out of the alleyway, leaving behind the unknown contacts that Six now tagged as hostile.

The Spartan watched the leader and his team move ahead of them, crossing the streets. He scanned his surroundings, finding himself in a rather poor neighborhood. Hence why the gunmen weren't halted by either police or accosted by people as they crossed the streets. Letting out a quiet sigh, the girl next to him locked her gaze with the Spartan's visor, to notice she had a chocolate-brown eye and a bubblegum pink one. Her hair was divided in two by the same colors, just opposite sides and her clothing matched this design to a tee.

She seemed to be giving Six a once-over. Even if, at her current height, she barely reached his shoulder. It was interesting... The girl was staring up at him, surprise evident in her face, her mouth slightly open, lips parted enough for a pair of white teeth to be seen. The side of her mouth bent into a half-grin and she extended her hand. It was a thank you, the Spartan figured. He shook the hand and gave a nod. She was soaked by the rain, with droplets going down her forehead, cheeks and chin. The Spartan now noticed she didn't let go of his hand, instead tugging at him to follow.

The girl looked to him, then tilted her head as if asking why he wouldn't follow. He was unsure if he should, but alliances were built on trust. Sighing, he chose to follow, pistol at the ready as they moved. Stepping back into a series of alleys and behind a fence. There, she propped open a manhole, put the cap aside and showed him to follow, wordless. Dropping into the hole too, the Spartan slid the cap back on, before going down the ladder and jumping onto the side walkway of the sewer. Following a series of pipes with the girl, he soon found... A cot.

A small cot behind a maintenance door, with articles of clothing strewn about boilers that ran still. A mattress lay on the floor, with the girl's petite shape having formed onto the material. She pulled out a folding chair from behind one of the spoilers, then handed it to the Spartan, smiling. Reluctantly, Six took the chair, opened it and tried to sit down as slowly as possible, to not break the item with the weight of his armor. Surprisingly enough, it held...

The Spartan then found a bowl of what looked like a small stew shoved in his face. Meat, potatoes and carrots in what looked like a sort of warm gravy. The Spartan looked to the girl, who was still smiling. She also had her own bowl of food in her right hand. Shaking Six his bowl, she placed it in his hands and gave him a spoon, before sitting down on her makeshift bed and eating a spoonful.

She looked to him with an anticipation that was almost palpable, her miscolored eyes staring at him with such hope, her lower lip ever-so-slightly quivering... Was this a trick for him to take his helmet off? Hmm... He sighed deeply, then recalled he had died. ONI was probably not gonna come look for him anyways and his team was all 'MIA' as well. Damned protocols...

Sighing, the Spartan undid the seals on his helmet, then gave a slight twist. As the air seals hissed, the Spartan pulled it off his head and inhaled. A slight stench, common for sewers. Didn't bother the Spartan too much. He'd smelled worse during training... He saw the girl's eyes widen and a healthy blush on her face... He had crew-cut brown hair and a pair of brown eyes, as well as a faint scar on his left cheek. He also had the look of a boy not to different from her age.

He set his helmet down beside him, then started eating... Something warm and fresh for a change, surprisingly enough. He had been on one MRE every monday for more than half a month on Reach. He gave a nod to the girl. The taste was good and that was saying something... As they finished their meal, he saw the girl pull out a book from somewhere, placing the empty bowl on the floor, then leaning back to read. He raised a brow as he saw the book titled 'The Night of Nights'. From the cover, which represented a soldier clad in a black uniform holding a semi-automatic, wooden stock rifle against a background of explosions and charging men, it was a War Book.

The girl seemed enthralled by it, staring up at the book and reading it as she lay on the mattress. Above them, the rainfall continued and Six could hear it. She gazed upon him, then gasped and realized. Taking out of her pocket a strange holographic device, she activated it. It showed a name... Neopolitan? And she pointed at herself... Her name was that of an Ice Cream? That raised a few brows, especially from Six... She then pointed at the Spartan and the boy rubbed his chin... He went as far as to take his helmet off, but he won't say his real name just yet... He raised six fingers.

Now it was the girl's turn to be surprised. She chuckled quietly, then extended her hand, not even daring question the oddity of a name. Six gripped and shook once again and the girl found her seat back on the makeshift bed, reading more. The Spartan then stood up and walked toward what looked like a metallic desk that Neo had placed in... Hmm, Neo would work as more of a nickname, were Six ever needed to speak. He then placed his weapons and ammo on it and took stock. Six grenades, three Plasma, three Frags. An Energy Sword with full power. His M6 Magnum with plenty of mags. DMR, 3 mags. AR, 4 Mags. He'd need to be sparse with the ammunition for the main guns, but for now this'd do.

Stowing his gear back onto his armor, he went and sat down in a corner, helmet back on his head, then leaned his head against the wall, supported by the comfortable lining and padding of the Spartan helmet. He'd slept like this several times, whenever he got a chance to sleep. Staring up at the ceiling, his helmet's visor polarized enough for the light not to be a bother. The girl seemed happy to have a comrade, or someone to stay with for the time being, that was a mute like her. Six wasn't exactly a mute, but he chose not to talk. He didn't know if Neo did the same, but for now, it didn't matter... He'd need to make allies and Neo was a good start, from the looks of things...

He sighed, then tried to fall asleep... Memories flooded him. His team, their deaths and the death he'd experienced on Reach. He'd shrugged it off like it was nothing for his own sake. It was nothing to a Spartan, but alas, that was still a horrifying thought. He went MIA with his squad. It was a concerted effort to stall the Covies as much as possible... And may he be damned if Noble didn't fight tooth and nail for everything... He'd find out Neo's story tomorrow. For now, it was just a time to rest and recuperate after the events of this evening. For them both.