In the distance, the gunfire of a lone SPARTAN rang out defiantly against the hordes of charging Covenant Forces. The SPARTAN, callsign Noble Six, was one of the last 2 remaining members of the 'Noble Team'. For Several long hours, Six and an ODST Squad stood their ground against the tide. One by one, the ODST squad members died, leaving him to fight for his life alone. Fighting against a Covenant Battalion sent purely to eliminate him. Taking a Plasma round to the side and a spike to the helm, he knew his time was coming to an end. He blasted 2 Elite minors with his shotgun and shot 6 rounds from his pistol, scoring a headshot each time on a squad of grunts and an Elite.
Six hosteled his pistol to reload his shotgun only to realize that it has run out of ammunition. Throwing it away, he took his pistol out and loaded it with his final magazine. He then whipped out his combat knife and readied himself for the next wave. Just as the next wave of Covenant Forces dropped, he noticed the body of a fallen ODST and right next to it, 2 magazines for a pistol, the pistol itself, however, could not be seen.
Six ran straight for the body, firing shots and slicing at his foes with all he has. However, even the best has his limits and he realized that his blade is dull, and his pistol ran out with a distinct 'Click'. He dropped the pistol and threw his knife at the nearest grunt he saw, hitting the methane tank, he managed to implode it and kill a squad, clearing a path for him to the dead ODST. Before he even came close, he halted when he felt pain in his lower body. He looked down to see plasma dagger stuck to his side. He turned and saw the Elite Field Marshall that did it and gave a heavy blow to its putrid face. Knowing that he was dead, Six fell backwards and laid there, hoping that they would leave him to die in peace. He noticed that, after he fell, the Covenenat begane to retreat. However, having lost the feeling in most of his body, Noble Six had little he could do before he finally passed on. Hearing a high-pitched whine, he watched as a Covenant Cruiser fly overhead and released a blast of constant downwards death.
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The SPARTAN awoke with a jolt. He looked around, cautiously. He was certain he had died, there was no way he could have survived an abdominal stab via a Plasma Dagger and a Glassing from a Covenant Cruiser. He saw himself surrounded in inky blackness, barely able to see a metre in front of him, not that there was much to see anyway.
A bright light appeared, illuminating the area he was in. He realized it looked like he was in space but felt as if he was in a loose gravity chamber like an old space station. The SPARTAN raised his hand in an attempt to block the light, wondering why his visor didn't do so automatically. It was then he realized that he didn't have his gauntlets on. His hands quickly roamed his body to find that he was not wearing his MJOLNIR Mk V Armor, nor was he wearing his Mk V[B] Helmet. Instead, he was wearing a a blue skin-tight shirt with a pair of khaki shorts. It was what he wore just before he had lost both of his parents.
Realizing that the light that was previously there had faded, he quickly decended into a hand-to-hand combat stance. He quickly noticed that he was looking at what appeared to be an amused human female. "Who are you?" He asked.
"Hello, I am not your enemy. I am the one and only entity you will ever find here." The mysterious figure said softly. "My name is Selene."
"Selene?" Six repeated. "Why am I here and why are you here?"
"Do you not recognize me? It hasn't been that long Sean, only 8 years." The figure replied, smiling.
"How did you know that? I've only the Admiral and my Parents know…me… Wait! No, you can't be, she's Dead!"
"I didn't 'Die' as you put it, more like my mortal shell simply did."
"Mortal Shell?"
"Yes, perhaps you don't know this, but I am a Forerunner. The very thing that the Covenenant worship like gods. We aren't gods, far from it, but our technology certainly makes us out to be."
"So…you are my mother?"
"Yes Sean, I am. Its weird, I know, but just accept it and you won't be too confused."
SPARTAN B312, or Sean, as he had allowed himself to be called, simply nodded his agreement, not yet trusting his mouth
"Good… We don't have much time… I have two choices, get stuck here in Limbo forever or relive your life, in a completely other world. A World plagued by death and fear. The people there have only one race. German. That's what you will become. You will be place under the care of the Yeager family. Your name is Sean Yeager. What do you say?" She said
"Will I keep my augmentations?"
"Well, yes and no. You won't have it outright, as you will be reborn at an age in which those augmentations will be far too harmful for you, but you will be given a way to regain those augmentations, this I promise you."
"I'll do it." Sean said, reaching his hand out for a shake.
"I thought so. Good Luck son." Selene said, as she ignored his hand, opting instead to pull him close for a hug.
A.N. Hey guys, this rewrite was a long time coming, shoulda done this a long time ago. Don't worry, I won't be rewriting the whole story, just the few chapters at the front which have terrible sentence structure and grammar.
