Freelancer 6
Summary: Detonating the slipspace bomb on Long Night of Solace, Noble 6 is picked up by the mother of invention. Taking the directors offer, he becomes an agent of project freelancer.
Ch 1
Covenant Corvette
Orbit of Reach
2552
The door on the Covenant Corvette opened, and the elite came out, firing his plasma rifle. Unfortunately, said elite was killed by a hail of gunfire.
Noble 6 put his assault rifle on his back and held his captured needle rifle in his hands. He and the fellow marines headed back towards the hanger of the corvette, where Jorge was hosing the covenant soldiers with a hail of gunfire from his chain-gun.
"Nice of you to drop by." Jorge said.
"I see you brought company." Six retorted, and he shot a grunt in the face with his needle rifle. Priming a plasma grenade, he threw it at an elite that came out of a corridor, promptly blowing him up.
The shooting died down, and all was quiet. Jorge approached the makeshift slipspace bomb and attempted to activate it, but to no avail.
"Damn it." He growled, slapping it with his hand.
"Well, I got good news and bad news. Our bird's gimbal is toast, and the only way off this slag heap is gravity." Jorge said.
"And the good news?" 6 asked.
"That was the good news." Jorge said.
"Timer's fried. One of us will have to set it manually." He continued.
"I'll do it. Jorge, Reach needs you." 6 replied.
The taller Spartan headed to the force field of the hanger and looked back at his comrade.
"Good luck noble." Jorge said, and jumped out of the ascending corvette.
Falling towards Reach, he watched as the corvette entered the large supercarrier, the slip-space drive going off, destroying a large portion of the carrier.
"Finally, it's over." Jorge sighed.
Sadly, a large fleet of covenant warships entered orbit, engaging to UNSC fleet and orbital defense platforms.
UNSC Mother of Invention
2553
"Why did you call me to the bridge at 0300 hours?" the director asked, approaching the bridge.
"Sorry, sir. But we're reading a slipspace bubble forming off our starboard bow." The pilot said.
"What is it?" the director asked.
The slipspace bubble appeared into view and then spat out debris.
"The debris consists of… covenant ship armor." The pilot said.
The director looked at the debris and looked at the console when an alarm went off.
"Phyllis, what did you find?" the director asked.
"A lone human bio-sign." Phyllis said.
"Bring it into the ship. This should be interesting."
Noble 6 grunted in pain and held his hand up against the bright light above him.
"Where am I?" Noble 6 asked.
"It's okay. You're on the mother of invention." The doctor said.
"Mother of invention. Never heard of it. Are you with the Epsilon Eridani fleet?" Noble 6 asked.
The doctor had a weary expression on his face, when another person walked in.
"I'll take over, doctor." The man said, wearing a standards captain's uniform and sunglasses.
"I'm Leonard Church, the director of project freelancer."
"Noble 6. Where am I?" he asked.
"He said something about the Epsilon Eridani fleet." The doctor said.
"Noble 6, what's the last thing you remember?" the director asked.
"Detonating the slipspace bomb aboard a covenant supercarrier. Why?" Noble 6 asked.
"Noble 6, the human covenant war is over." The director said.
Noble 6 didn't speak.
'The war is over. We won. Right?'
"We won, right?" Noble 6 asked.
"Yes, we did. But as you know, most of our planets were glassed, including Reach." The director said.
"That's impossible. I destroyed a covenant supercarrier to save Reach."
"The Covenant sent in another fleet to destroy the planet. It's a long story, but we've won the war, and we're in a truce with the Elites." The director said.
"Bullshit. You can't make a deal with those alien bastards." Noble 6 said, not believing it.
"It's the truth. You can look up the history any time you wish. But for now, you should recover, and I'm scheduling an appointment for you to meet with the counselor." The director said.
"Fine." Noble 6 said, as he lay back on the bed.
The director headed towards the counselor's room and looked at her.
"Director?" she asked.
"We have a…guest on this ship. I want you to analyze him tomorrow." The director said.
"What's his name?" the counselor asked.
"He called himself Noble 6." The director said.
When the director left, the counselor looked thru the UNSC database for a person called Noble 6.
'Impossible. He wants me to psychoanalyze a SPARTAN supersoldier?! And one that by all UNSC and covenant accounts, should be dead.'