Note: All information is derived from several wiki's on Sangheili, Noble-6, and SPARTAN units, some information may not be accurate and mistakes are likely to be found. Notifications on these mistakes and corrections are greatly appreciated and encouraged.

Disclaimer: I, Nightwolf2000 (FanFiction), Techno-the-Nightfury (DeviantArt), do not own the Halo franchise, Sangheili species, or SPARTAN units. I do, however, claim ownership of the main fan characters featured in this story. I do not claim any cannon characters or other guest fan characters that are featured in this/any story.

Name: Angelica Hoppe
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Species: Human ( SPARTAN )
SPARTAN: Angel-B505 , Noble 6
Generation: SPARTAN III
Armor:

Head: Grenadier w/ UA/FC variant
Shoulder L: Gungnir
Shoulder R: Gungnir
Body: HP/Halo
Knee: Gungnir
Wrist: UA/Bracer
Utility: Tactical/Hard Case
Visor: Gold
Color P: Steel
Color S: Gold
Emblem P: Wolf
Emblem Bg: Buzz Saw
Emblem Color P: White
Emblem Color S: Steel
Emblem Color Bg: Gold

Height: 5' 11" ( approx. 180 cm ); approx. 1.8 m

Weight: 248 lb. ( approx. 112 kg )

Ethnicity: European
Eye Color: Dark teal / Steel
Skin: Medium
Hair: White blonde
Language: English
Accent: Australian w/ Californian slang
Other:

Rarely removes her helmet, resulting with her hair, although tied into a messy short ponytail inside her helmet, is shoulder length.

In addition to being titled as one of the most lethal SPARTAN's in existence along with John-117, Angel-B505 has also gone down as the shortest SPARTAN in existence, non-shockingly.

Name: Dydo 'Rokamee
Gender: Male
Species: Elite
Mate: Ruro 'Rokam
Armor:

Class: Ultra
Color P: Steel / Silver
Color S: Red

Height: 8' 7" (approx. 262 cm); approx. 2.8 m

Weight: 384 lb. (174 kg)

Skin Color: Deep shades of coal and some areas are slightly silver, gentle red earthy color that is brought out by his eyes, not necessarily black but his red tinted coloring is not noticeable either.

Eye Color: Bronze/ Ruby Red combination

Other: Mate is good friends with female Sangheili named Molo 'Ganam and Sawa 'Ludum

Dydo has a brother named Lydo who shared his egg, meaning they hatched from the same egg and are twins

Dydo fights alongside Aha 'Ganamee and Lag 'Ludumee

Dydo is slightly larger in height and lighter in weight than the average Sangheili, while he is a lethal fighter he lacks brawn and is leaner in build, he is more suited for finesse than brutality some Sangheili are known to possess.

Forewarning: This story is not cannon to Halo, and while it utilizes a fan character in Noble 6's place, it differs from Halo: Reach and its storyline. In this story, we start in the mission Lone Wolf, where The Pillar of Autumn leaves Reach filled with evacuated citizens and John-117, but Noble 6 is left behind still in possession of the AI unit that will be known as Cortana. This serves as a beginning chapter to a series of completely different stories where different events will occur.

Angelica grit her teeth as she looked at the rapidly decreasing form of The Pillar of Autumn, carrying her precious cargo of citizens and now, John-117, the last SPARTAN II, hopefully her good friend Jun, too. Angel-B505 remained stoic, arms relaxed at her side, golden visor reflecting the dark shape of the space bound ship. The SPARTAN III was silent, dead Covenant lay scattered across the concrete and metal. Armor was caved in, bodies maimed, bullet shells litter the ground mixing in with the pools of multicolored blood. Among the bodies lay the remains of Noble team. Angel was one of the last.

She was going to die.

It didn't take a genius to figure that one simple fact out. She was a Spartan, with little to no way of exiting planet, low ammunition, surrounded by swarms of Covenant, and to top it all off the planet Reach was being glassed as all of this was being assessed, which was barely a millisecond for the Spartan. Angel didn't bother with a sigh, instead she checked and reloaded another clip into her assault rifle and DMR. If she would die, of course that was impossible for a Spartan, more accurately if she was going to go MIA, she would take as many of those damned Covenant bastards with her to give the alien force the biggest F-U and all while simultaneously giving a VERY implied middle finger to their efforts of taking her down.

The laughably short super soldier turned around towards the badlands of blood colored ash and plasma burns, already teeming with grunts and jackals, the first forces to scour for survivors. That was putting it lightly, and the Spartan smirked within her helmet, they were looking for her of course. Angel strutted down crumbling stairs, picking up any ammo and weapons along the way: two needlers, a frag grenade, at least five of the numerous plasma grenades laying on the ground, magnum, shotgun, and a very low powered plasma repeater, much like all the other weapons Angel now carries, very low ammo.

The woman grunts as she deftly jumps over a barrier before rolling silently into a crumbling building, quickly kicking and shoving some of the more intact military boxes oh so conveniently laying around to form a pitiful barricade. Then, she began leaning oh so casually against the only stable and intact wall. Waiting.

Angel assessed the red dots that flickered in and out of existence on her HUD, before smirking grimly to herself. "Low ammunition, surrounded by Covenant, and to top it all off the planet is being destroyed around me," the Spartan smirked, staring at the drop ships in the distance and the ant sized shapes leaping out of them, "I think they need to bring in another supercarrier filled with those blighters, then it would be an even fight."

Angel was not arrogant or cocky, she just would prefer more Covenant on Reach now, which meant more for her to kill, and perhaps the mass amount of swarms that covered the ground would maybe increase the chance they would be killed by their own glassing. The woman chuckled wryly, she hadn't cracked even a small joke in such a long time. Another thought crossed her mind, and another soft, dark chuckle escaped her lips in her dying hours, "I've been a lone wolf for so long, and then I go and join Noble team, and now here is how I die, a lone wolf again."

She looked up with a gentle frown, the Covenant were drawing closer, gradually, they wouldn't see her unless they went over the barricade she built, as long as she didn't move she wouldn't appear on their sensors either, at least that was common belief. Angel really wasn't too keen on being proven otherwise now. Reaching behind her, Angel held the package that had been strapped to her back in her gauntlet covered hands. Staring at the AI chip inside. Angel was very aware of the valuable information inside it, and keeping it on her back wasn't a good idea, with the hope that if she did die that maybe once Reach was glassed the Autumn would return to look for the dead Spartan in hopes the AI could be salvaged.

It was highly unlikely, but the Spartan shrugged anyways, unlocking the capsule and taking out the chip to hold in her hands, the large cylinder was a glowing beacon on her back anyways. Angel stared as a gentle blue holographic image flickered gently to life in her palm, the AI sitting, gently hugging her knees and looking away from the Spartan. There was nothing but silence for a few minutes, until the female AI sighed, finally acknowledging Angelica's presence. "I don't need to point out how were going to die." was all she said.

Angel shrugged gently, hearing the blank tone of the AI, and the underlying disappointment, "I'm just as dead as thousands of Covenant bastards and thousands of men and woman. You however, with any luck, will unfortunately live, either in my palm or in the hands of the Covenant. I'm still just giving myself the allusion that The Pillar of Autumn will return for you." the woman jokes in the absolute wrong atmosphere. "Luck…" was all the AI said again, once more that disappointed vibe that Angel was really beginning to dislike settled in. That is until Angel saw the gentle quirk of the AI's lips as she no doubt thought about the rest of the Spartan's statement. Chalk up a point for Angel, the first comedian former UNSC Spartan B505 grunts, before inserting the chip into the back of her helmet. Angel only half expected the AI to not enter her armor systems, instead isolating herself inside her little chip, all fine by Angel, who could tell the AI would clearly much rather be on Autumn.

It was a shame, she had just dropped off the package, then Emile was killed, sorry, injured and missed out on all the action, and left no one to operate the cannon, until Noble 6 stepped up to the plate of course. Covenant cruisers shot down the Pelican, by some miracle the AI container wasn't damaged, and Angel just barely caught her as she fell away from the explosion. And now she was here.

With a sigh, Angel-B505 checked her inventory one more time, strapping the needlers to her hips, placing the grenades in their magnetic holders, the magnum and plasma repeater placed on her thighs, DMR and shotgun slung across her back, and the trusty assault rifle in her hands. The lone wolf gently placed a hand on the hilt of her combat knife, before pushing away from the wall, walking slowly towards the barricade. Her scanners were lit with seemingly endless red dots, with a sad and most likely final grin, the Spartan leapt from her cover.

All hell broke loose.

Dydo 'Rokamee was an impressive, imposing figure. His stern gaze was well hidden beneath his Ultra helmet, but that didn't lessen the still air that he held about him. Dydo forced back a sigh as he watched his brothers fight, plasma and crystals flew through the air as their shields lit up as metal bullets shot from the Demon shredded the protective energy and tore through flesh and bone. Dydo had only stood motionless for barely a few seconds before rushing into the fray to aid the fight, exchanging silent acknowledgement from Aha and Lag, two elites he had become acquainted with through his mate, as he watched her embrace her friends he met up with the two impressive males. Pleasantries were exchanged, small talk issued, and they gave Dydo condolences for the recent loss of his brother in blood Lydo.

Lydo was Dydo's beloved twin, and both shared a passion for having one day the honor of fighting with the Covenant and embarking on the Journey. Dydo however, made a final decision to stay behind with his new mate, Ruro, in efforts to start a family before he set off, also knowing that were his efforts successful his childling would need a fatherly figure. However, Lydo, the bulkier but smaller brother, had died at the hands of a Demon very early on.

Lydo was still a Minor, yet word had gotten around he was very close to rising up a rank, but Lydo's means of death greatly enraged Dydo. Lydo was assassinated by a Demon, back turned, in the darkness with no chance to defend himself. When word reached Dydo of Lydo's less than honorable death, it was practically the worst of insults shoved into Dydo's face. In great rage, Dydo quickly made it apparent that he was to be deployed immediately with a full course set to avenge his twin's honor.

Of course, after he fought his first few battles he quickly rose through ranks, he slayed dozens of his foes, and greatly injured a Demon. There were gentle rumors of him managing to kill a Demon in a sword duel, but none of his brothers or even the lowly Unggoy had seen any such fight to prove the statement. Quite quickly Dydo and his brothers discovered that he was a remarkable swordsman, after Dydo had accepted a duel offered by the General he served under.

He later discovered upon finding that Aha and Lag finally joining the Covenant as Minors as he achieved his Ultra title that Ruro had fallen impregnated with his egg and had already lain it. After gathering this news, Dydo took some small times to think by his lonesome about his son or daughter being raised fatherless.

Throughout the rest of the battles the need to avenge his brother's honor lessened, even though Dydo firmly believed that it may finally be avenged by slaying this final Demon, he suddenly began to think as he fought of his childling. The more he thought, as the distance between him and the final, accursed Demon, the more he realized that he longed to leave the field of battle and walk among his brothers back home, and to aid in raising his childling, though they would never know his true identity. He thought also, that perhaps making such a presence would strike his brothers to raise their childlings similar to his, and there may be a very deadly generation of Sangheili to join the ranks indeed.

Throughout all these thoughts, Dydo was shaken to his senses upon the angry cries of his brothers already engaged with the Demon, and the scream of its bullets. He had watched some of the fight as he trekked with long bounds up the steep hill, the Demon's armor flashing gold. He huffed gently, continuing his journey, watching as the Demon's helmet was yanked from its head. Dydo stopped, having watched as the shell like armor was torn off by his comrades for study, and all the Demons shared the same traits.

This one didn't.

Their hair was for one was long. All the Demons he had encountered had little to none cut close to their bald scalps. This one had their hair tied up behind them, and from what he could tell some of it still was in their face. The hair also, was white. He had seen the lighter colors, but more often than not the blonde coloration was never too light. But this Demon had long white hair, which was enough to make Dydo pause his assault.

He almost missed the Demon fall, mentally shaking off his stupor, Dydo walked the few final feet up the hill and finally got a look at the Demon, lying face down in the dirt and bleeding. He looked down, an energy dagger had sliced its neck, and what he could only guess were several sword slashes across its arms, thighs, and abdomen. Plasma burns coated their armor, which had now uselessly regenerated its shields. Dydo watched their still form for a few moments, before looking back to their hair.

His claws twitched into fists as he looked on the last Demon, dead. Dydo felt gentle pressure on his right shoulder, Aha had placed a somewhat comforting claw on his armor. The Ultra looked at the Minor, masked ruby orbs gazed through the helmet into the blue green colored eyes of one of Dydo's closest friends among all his brothers in the Covenant. "Lydo's honor has been avenged, brother." was all the Sangheili said, albeit the statement was meant to bring comfort. Dydo didn't receive it.

Aha and Lag, along with the rest of the infantry began walking towards their Phantom carriers to head back to the main fleet, also so the glassing of Reach could continue. Dydo continued to remain still, looking down upon the fallen soldier. He blinked, did he just think of the Demon as a soldier? He stiffened, that sort of thinking was heresy! A soldier had undying loyalty towards their own cause, species, and their homeland. Saying that the Demon was a soldier was saying that the Demon wasn't a monster that the Covenant knew them as, but that the Demon was just another nishum fighting in the war. Yet, the more Dydo thought, in a span of a few seconds, the more he realized to his horror, that he was right. The Demon was a soldier defending their homeland against the Covenant.

Hadn't they all fought against the forces of the Covenant at one point? The nishum were doing the same as the Sangheili, the Unggoy, and Kig-Yar. These thoughts rapidly swirled in Dydo's mind, he silently growled, trying to be rid of them. Those thoughts meant nothing. And yet, he still looked back down upon the fallen sold- Demon.

Dydo took immediate close up note of how, incredibly, pitifully, SMALL the Demon was. He watched as teams of the tall, towering weapons had slain hundreds of his brethren, and Dydo visibly recoiled as he finally took in the tiny form that had been the last Demon on Reach. The Ultra calmed his suddenly trembling mass, leaning down, grasping the Demon's shoulder gently, as he realized to his disgust, and slowly began to tilt their body to flip onto their back.

Dydo hissed and stumbled back from the body, yet could not tear gaze away from its face. The face and body leaned towards female, though this did not stir reaction from Dydo in the slightest. He had seen several female Demons being slain, this one was no different. She should have been no different.

But she was.

The face was gently tan, had only a few scratches, and was smudged with dirt. Their expression wasn't relaxed, but still held something akin to calm. It even spoke of many battles past, and maybe the death of one too many close comrades. Dydo reeled back in pure horror, because of how young the face was. He was experienced in the age old traumas of war. War aged individuals more than they were built for. It could age even the faired face, and knowing that this face didn't appear too old meant that this Demon was young. Too young.

Dydo clicked his mandibles as the face resurfaced a dreaded memory. He was a Minor, performing his first invasion. He had slain many soldiers and chased several into a household before finally laying them to rest. He reeled around and charged a door after hearing a nishum sob. He entered a bedroom, and found inside a shattered window, and a nishum infant cradling its clutch mate in its round hands.

Dydo remembers stopping, gazing upon a pair of TWINS. They were but childlings, barely past the age of three or four if he had studied what he had gathered from nishum culture correctly. He looked upon the females red puffy eyes, dirt and blood coated her skin. Cuts covered almost every square inch of body the small girl had to offer, and tears still water falled down her cheeks, staring silently in fear upon the close to nine foot alien. For a few minutes, there was silence only broken by a few occasional sobs from the young nishum, cradling their twin who was bleeding blood and brain from a bullet shot between their clouded eyes.

Dydo also remembered the pure hatred he felt as he closed his claws into a shaky fist, lowering his plasma rifle. His weapon had no honorable blood to draw here. He looked through the window briefly, watching his brothers, Unggoy and Kig-Yar, slaughtering soldiers and then, the unarmed civilians in the streets. He took note of the absolute, un-honorable, barbaric assault.

He remembered contemplating on saving the childling as another bullet sliced through their head.

He looked back upon the Demon's young face, and he saw the face of that same child, he heard and saw the first nishum slaughter he had participated in, and he remembered each and every time the Covenant invaded another planet during the Journey.

He shook with unbridled anger, claws flexing and becoming fists in a cycle. He wanted to roar, scream, and unleash unholy fury on anything and everything. Yet he settled with grinding his mandibles and fangs against each other, staring down upon the very proof that his eyes had been opened to a world of lies. He seethed, his mind and mouth only realizing and uttering one word.

"Genocide"

He gazed a moment longer, squinting believing he was hallucinating. Then he saw it again. A twitch.

The Demon was still alive.

Whoo... That was kinda long ^^; Oh well, another note... OHMYGODNIGHTWOLFACTUALLYGOTOFFHERLAZYASSANDWROTEANDPUBLISHEDSOMETHING!

Ye... hehe, I feel terrible for going on blackout for so long. Lately however I've been in a Marvel mood, playing Halo and any other game really. Don't get your hopes up yet though, chances are I may not end up updating for a bit, even though this time I am determined to not fucking abandon my stuff!

On DeviantArt I could say otherwise, and I feel I've been making too many excuses but my arting laptop refuses to reboot itself ever since it crashed, and being the stupid person I am I didn't make a backup of all my finished work...

Laptop : 1 NightWolf2000 : -over9000

Since at the moment I cannot do any art other than sketch really, and broken scanner ain't helpin... I finally forced myself, cause I be honest and I had no motivation whatsoever, to write something. So here we go, another hopefullynotburstupintheflamesofhell roller coaster ride we go!

*Flys off on a rainbow shitting narwhale*