First Fic, very OC. Noticed that there was not a single eragon/noble team piece anywhere, so I decided to write my own. Rated M for violence and other stuff. Enjoy.
As you will notice, noble team survives reach intact and fights on halo, escaping with the chief and Cortana. They latter participate in the battle of earth, stopping a cruiser from attacking a unsc base in cape town. Also, I decided to give them I better A.I. than dot, a female named Sarah. May include other Spartans at future points.
In the inheritence cycle, this comes directly after Brisinger.
For this story, six has a default helmet with both attachments, a gungnir left shoulder, a fj/para right shoulder, recon chest, GPS, hard case, and fj/para knees, with brown and steel default armor. I also decided that since six uses an AR I should amp it up a bit. Think of it as a fully auto scopeless dmr.
After the covenant dissolved, things got a bit tricky politically. The elites felt pretty guilty, so they helped the unsc rebuild, and even began to integrate themselves into human society a bit. They claimed some worlds, settled down and thought about there mistakes. They still worshiped the forerunners, with the arbiter acting like a kind of pope almost. The grunts formed there own country on a warm watery world near sanghelios for there protection, but many have journeyed out to earth and the human colonys for work. They integrate better because of there non-threatining nature, and because they separated with the elites. The brutes did not fare so well. many still harbor a deep resentment towards humanity, and believe in the old ways. These brutes are in conflict with reformists, who call for a change in jiralhanne culture, with less violence and a return to the religion. Even worse are the jackals, who splintered into thousands of factions and nations, many taking up the trade of piracy again. The drones left for there homeplanet, and are rarely heard from. The hunters joined the sangheli people, and live alongside them for the prophets, the few of them that were left either were killed or quite often killed themselves. A couple hundred of them were still left in prisons and other such places, but they are headed on the path to extinction. Many humans have formed anti-alein groups out of hate of the covenant, including the so called Aryan empire, a militia that bases itself in nazi ideaology and is one of the main threats to the unsc. They have a firm belief that the forerunners were in fact Aryans, and that they are destined to rule the universe. After the war, with the help of the unsc, the elites tracked down all the remaining halos and used nova bombs on them to prevent any samples of the flood from being released.
9/24/2556
6:20
The world swung like a pendulum, almost making 6 vomit. Definitely not a good feeling to wake up with. The "wake up" part was an assumption. To be honest, all that David B-312 could remember was being on the ground, feeling the dizziest that any human had ever felt. No period of slow eye opening, just a sudden and unpleasant realization that he was awake. Knowing that standing up would be a bad idea, he focused his mind on figuring out how he got into this state. Unfortunately, the last serviceable memory he had was of dropping out of a pelican to confront some angry brutes on the planet troy. After that, things got blurry, but he could still tell there had been a fight of some kind. Well, better get things sorted out, he thought. Carter would not be happy with him lying on his back all day. He paused to let his nausea recede, then began to lift himself up. from what he could tell, he was in a grove of some kind, with a river in hearing range. Before six was fully upright, he heard a sound, like a lot of footsteps advancing very quick. Six look to his right, where the steps were coming from, and was pleased to see a fully loaded MA37 under his bicep, and a magnum attached to his hip. The footsteps seemed to be getting closer. Within 4 seconds, 6 was hiding inside a prickly bush, with his visor depolarized to avoid glare revealing his position. The men approached slowly, looking all over the ground carefully. They all seemed to be exceptionally strong, with many scars and weathered faces. They wore iron plate armor in and carried weapons that looked like something from the lessons at onyx: maces, swords, even a few bows here and there. Very intriguing. They one of them started to talk to another, who appeared to be the leader. "Any idea what we is looking for sir?" the man said with an almost indecipherable accent. "no. but the king told us to look here, so look here we will, dammit! Stop complaining. Would you rather be out fighting the Varden?" the other man replied. These people still have kings? And what were they looking for here? Was it him? And what in gods name is a "Varden."? Six had questions, and these people had answers. He immediately decided to follow them, find out what they knew. If they saw him, well, he was a Spartan, and it would take a lot more than a dozen men with cheap weapons to kill him.
9/25/2556
1:18
40 troops had left from the camp this morning, and 2 were returning. That, in nasuedas mind, was a bad sign. Even worse, they had come back on the brink of the void, and had to be healed before they could report. " but what could have caught them so of guard?" asked Eragon, who was pacing around the pavilion in deep thought. "those men were not fools, and they held no oath to you in the ancient language, so why would they attack such a superior force? " " perhaps a surprise attack? Sudden, unexpected reinforcements?" asked nasuda. "no, I have seen that place with mine own eyes. It is flat land for miles around.A force of any size would be seen long before they reached our men." Orik the dwarf king answered from his seat across the table. "what if the soldiers were cloaked with magic? It would take some work, but it could be done by a higher level magician." Asked eragon. "now there's something id rather not be true!" said Orik. "and besides, why would they send out such a strong magician to kill 40 men? I'm guessing this is Murtagh and his dragon at work here." "possible, but as you said, why send Murtagh out to kill just 40 men? There are a whole lot more things he could be doing." Replied eragon. "my spies also report that he was in dras-leona this morning, and I think they would have let me know if he'd left. I think we just ought to stay put for now, see what those survivors say. they might have simply been outsmarted or underestimated the enemy." Explained nasuda. "well, you two better head of and lunch while you still can. I suspect we will have a lot more to worry about today." Eragon didn't need more encouragement than that. he left for his room and Orik went to join the other dwarves for some mead. Eragon let his mind wander, thinking about roran, saphira, and quite often arya. Being around arya was akward still after his failed courtships, but she was still a friend of his and had placed a lot of faith in him. His one comfort in this was that since he was immortal, and she too, he would have quite a long time to try again. That is, if galbatorix didn't kill either of them in the months to come. He worried more about that possibility every day. But while he was afraid of death, he was more afraid, especially of recent, that saphira or the others would die and he would live forever alone.
He brushed those thoughts aside as he entered his room and began his meal of strawberries, cheese and cabbage. He reached out to find saphiras mind.
Hello, little one. She thought to him. Has nasuda given any word of when we will move on? The game here in fienster bores me.
Well, this attack has her worried, and its scary for me to. we need to find out from those survivors what happened. We cant just go in blindly to a potential trap. He answered.
Eragon, unsettling things happen every day. We cant hide here forever.
True, but we cant afford to take undue risks. We only have one shot at this, and if we fail, galbatorix will terrorize this land for possibly thousands of years.
Well, you have an argument. But I still wish I could finally move on.
Me to.
6:08
Six cracked open the little oni box he had found in a chest compartment. It contained one silencer for his magnum and a tiny survival kit. He stuck the kit back in the compartment and put the silencer on his gun. He felt almost nostalgic about it. the last time he'd used a silencer was before reach, but it still felt familiar in his hands.
Following the soldiers was easier than he thought. He recovered quickly from nausea, and had walked behind them through the night and next day. Six was almost impressed by there endurance. Unfortunately, he was less so with there intel sharing. What he did hear was nonsense to his ears, stuff about some "Eragon" battling a shade somewhere, but he doubted they meant a turret.. This eragon guy also was refered to once as "shadeslayer". Supercarrierslayer…. Now that's a good title. But Jorge had helped him, so maybe it wouldn't count. Zealotslayer was not bad either though. He advanced toward the camp, magnum in hand. Since he couldn't get intel through listening, David would have to resort to the old way: knifepoint questioning. He picked a tent by a ditch in the road. Getting to the ditch was easy, and he got halfway through fine. Then he heard some singing nearby. A drunk soldier was stumbling towards the ditch to pee. The mans face came into view. 6 didn't hesitate. The magnum jerked in his hand and the drunk, minus part of his neck, tumbled into the ditch. Shit. Way to make a good impression, six. he crawled a bit faster towards the tent. If they found that body, this little operation of his would become a firefight, and attract attention from whoever had sent these men. The Spartan looked over the edge of the ditch and saw the tent, as close as he was gonna get stealthily. He scaned the horizon, then jumped out and advanced on the tent. the flap was open just a bit, allowing him to see two soldiers asleep on cots. He pulled his knife out and put his hand firmly on the closer ones mouth, pointing his head away to avoid identification. He soldier writhed and struggled until 6 put his knife against his adams apple. "now listen. You are going to tell me everything. If you think you're a patriot and wont talk, well lets just say I've got plenty of soldiers. First, what were you looking for up north?" six whispered as he slowly uncovered the soldiers mouth. "I honestly don't know a thing. All I know is that the king thought there was something useful there. I guess he was looking for something to fight the Varden with." Whispered the man. Six breathed a sigh of relief. This might not be so difficult after all. "who are the Varden?" "What do you mean, "who are the Varden?"." "lets say I'm new in town." "fine" the soldier then explained how the Varden had rebelled against the empire under the leadership of eragon and were now waging a war in the south. "just one more question: were there any other places you were instructed to look?" asked 6. "us? No. but galbatorix sent others out to the southeast and another team a bit west of here. Please, sir, don't kill me." David pulled away his knife, then kneed the man's head into the side of the bed, knocking him out. He departed swiftly from the camp, aiming to be as far as possible when they found the body. A team to the west. Well, isn't much, but at least I have a lead now. Six ran into the west, where the planet turned slowly away from whatever star it circled.
9/26/2556
1:31
Nasuada awoke to screams and the smell of roasting flesh. She was Into her clothes and outside the tent instantly. The scene before her was horrific: a fire blazed in the streets outside the keep, engulfing dozens in its tendrils. A similar one was by the gates, and yet another in the rich district. She looked around to find a source of this confusion. The ground was occupied by only men of the Varden. Who were all running in panic. But she saw several black shapes in the sky, circling quickly on hairy wings. Razac. The Razac had returned to Alegasia. She stood paralyzed in fear and shock, watching as the monsters picked up men and dropped them from the sky. Within minutes, eragon was in the sky fighting them. The Razac soon fled, 2 of them taking prisoners with them. As they flew of, they tossed something behind them. Another fire burst up where it landed. Nasuada fell to her world faded around her.
2:10
"Emile, wake up." spoke Sarah's voice into his ear. Warrant officer Emile Alpha-239, fourth member of noble team and resident assault specialist, lifted himself up out of a crag. "Sarah, where the fuck am I?" he asked, looking up at a moonlit sky. "No idea. I just "woke up" myself. I figure that either we got EMPed or my memory got wiped. What can you put together?" the Spartan could now see that he was on a mountain, and went towards the top to look around. "Nothing much. We were in slipspace, about to deploy against some brutes that had attacked troy. Not much else." Emile replied as he sprinted up the mountain, vaulting rocks in his path. Being fast was a part of his job, as well as nerve, courage, and control of ones reactions. Pain resistance also helped, since CQC was a very volatile environment. Screw up once, and you would be in a whole lot of pain. Recovering fast was often the difference between life and death. "What was the last order carter gave to you?" asked Sarah. ""Get to the pelican" or something along those lines." Answered 4. "Damn. I remember him telling Kat to check in with HIGHCOM while entering the atmosphere. I'm assuming you didn't hear that." "Negative. I can't remember getting to the bird." "Excellent. I hope I didn't do anything dumb." Emile made the last couple strides up over the top, looking out over the entire horizon. Behind him and to both sides was a chain of mountains, rocky and icy at the top, sparsely forested toward the bottom? In front of him was a short plain, then a massive expanse of water, with the other side barely visible. On the other side, 2 features struck him the most: a huge black object jutting out of the ground, and large, low to the ground settlement of some sort. Smoke rose from it, as if from fireplaces. From what he could see, the buildings matched no know architectural styles, and seemed crude by any standards. Well, at least this place has people. Thought 4. "That mountain is not a natural formation, Emile." Announced Sarah through his earpiece. "I would recommend setting up camp by the lake and watching that city for a while. This situation is very disturbing." " Just about to say so myself. Even if they are UNSC, I don't think they would all take so kindly to a Spartan just walking into a slum like that. Those kinds of places are just swarming with gangs and militias." Emile replied as he began his descent from the stony peak.