Hello, and thank you for choosing to read my second fanfic! Once again, this is another resurrected file from the hard drive grave. At first, I didn't really know if I wanted to put this up, but since Reach is one of my favorite games other than Halo 2 and 4, I decided to do this again. I basically played all the levels to the best of my abilities, wrote every single action I did into the fic, and created dialogue based upon that. It's tedious work, but also fun! I hope you enjoy this and re-experience this campaign in a different light. If you feel something isn't canonically correct, feel free to post that error in a review.
Tyra Maribel Greer. July 24, 2552; 07:28 Hours. I jumped into the warthog on my way to the group called Noble Team. I stared at the inside of my red recon helmet; slipping off into a deep but brief trance.
"I can't believe how far I've come to get where I am now. Years of training, sleepless nights, and the causality of losing an arm. Now it's this; on this planet they call Reach. My home is not here; it is Earth, where my father waits for my return. It was there that I would prove to my father that even women are more capable of fighting than he thinks. I dearly miss him and Earth. However, I've been taught to make sacrifices. And if humanity considers this home, then so do I."
The air was dry yet mildly humid. The wind had a strong scent. I remembered that I had a mission - whatever this Noble Team ordered me to do. I put my helmet on and waited for the ride to be over. It was a mildly bumpy one. I noticed some trees scattered around the driver and I. Loud beating noises fanned overhead. I looked up and behind me; two flying vehicles. I had never seen them before.
"What are those flying above us?" I asked the driver.
"They're called falcons, method of transport." He said without looking at me. I sat back in my seat.
"Already, this journey is going to be an interesting one."
The falcons landed just ahead of a building. The driver skidded to a stop just in front of them. I leapt out, looking a little to my right.
"Finally, I'm here." As another falcon went by, towards a mountain, the warthog drove off. To my left was one of the falcons. As I touched one of its back wings, a voice from the building ahead of me caught my attention.
"Contact with Visegrád Relay was lost last night. All signals flatlined at twenty-six hundred hours."
In the falcon whose wing I touched was a man without hair; appeared to be in his late 20's, mid 30's. He caught my eye immediately. His blue eyes set on me; even as I walked away I could feel him. From his weapon, he appeared to be a sniper specialist. His armor made him look very assertive, proud, and brave even. I knew he was curious about me. I could tell by the way his eyes were fixed on me as he slowed down filling his sniper magazine with rounds.
That voice I heard before broke my attention of the man in the falcon. I walked towards the building.
"I responded with trooper fire teams, which have since been declared MIA."
"And now you're sending us?" A man in blue armor said being in front of a holographic computer.
I walked to the entrance as the man on the com was speaking; obviously a higher rank than the man in front of the com.
"The Office of Naval Intelligence believes deployment of a Spartan team is a gross misallocation of valuable resources. I disagree."
I noticed another man with a skull helmet on in the back of the room. Made me curious if he did the artwork himself. He was sharpening his knife on his shoulder pauldron. Before I could fully enter, a prostetic arm, like mine, in light blue armor stopped me from going any further.
"Must be second in command." I thought. It was a woman. She looked to her leader.
"Commander." She called out to him. He and a man in orange armor, big he was, looked at me. The big guy said, "So that's our new number Six." As I stepped forward, as if I was summoned, the woman looked at me. The man with the skull helmet asked the woman,
"Kat? You read her file?"
"Only the parts that weren't covered in black ink." I chuckled a little to myself at that statement. I knew that meant she didn't read a single word.
It was just then that I noticed the commander looking at me before he turned his head to the holographic computer. He asked the colonel;
"Anyone claim responsibility, Sir?"
"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." He turned to me grabbing his helmet off the table as the two other men stood up. "Lieutenant."
"Commander, sir." The men headed out as Kat joined them at the door.
"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." As he put on his helmet, he continued on as I followed him, saying, "I'm not gonna lie to you, Lieutenant. You're stepping into some shoes the rest of the squad would rather leave unfilled."
Ah, yes, the former Noble Six. I remember now. A causality based on not following orders and sticking with the team.
We all got into the falcons. Emile and Kat in one Falcon while the others with me. Carter sat across from me, with Jorge on his right. To my left was the rifleman, already waiting for us.
"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 said to me as the Rifleman looked at me.
"Got it, Sir." Already this was looking somewhat down but from mention of the former Six, I expected this. But still, I'm pulling out of my comfort zone. Even for a Spartan, this was something I've NEVE done.
"I've never been in a team before. How am I going to just shrug off my lone wolf instincts? I have to try and keep it together."
The rifleman next to me said only three words; "Welcome to Reach." His accent struck me hard; yes, I'm a Spartan, but the sole reason why I only speak except when spoken to is because, unlike other Spartans, I keep my feelings hidden, I don't eradicate them completely.
And the man to my left? He was already beginning to intrigue me. As the falcons took off, I refocused my attention to the mission at hand. Wait, what was the mission?
I hoped you liked this! I am going to personalize Six a little bit, so mind the seemingly OOCness.
Next Time: Noble Six goes to Visegrád, and experiences some new things as the newest team member.
