Author's Note : this is my take at manly 2 things in the halo universe. 1. Creating a backstory for Noble 6. 2. Fixing what I see as a "mess" created by 343 without changing anything canon while I do realize I am FAR from being a professional author, this is an amateur take on the thing. Anyways, hope you enjoy, and I welcome any feedback as long as it's respectful.

Lone Wolf

Jerik was under attack, in the midst of march 2537 and plasma raining from the sky. Houses were burning, civilians massacred, soldiers overruned. Among the city of Beauport, the covenant had descended and attacked, torching the city. Heads were liquefied by jackal snipers while brutes were living up to their name by recklessly tearing up bodies in half with their hammers, and even grunts ended families with the single throw of a plasma grenade. There was no way out of this one, not for anyone. Despite ODSTs dropping to help evacuations, most drop pods were shot by covenant Banshees. and a covenant cruiser was standing over the city, its beam ready to glass the city anytime now. And yet it didn't, not yet at least, not until the covenant found what they were looking for. Beauport was after all, home to an ONI research facility, that SIERRA-052 had been assigned to defend, until a torch and burn op was complete, that and carrying a package out, and yet no one knew where it was.

The facility was pitch black, with seemingly no windows from the outside, like any other ONI facility, the marines and their spartan were holed up at the entrance of the facility, with their assault rifles in hand. There were about still 20 of them, from the original platoon. Today, was the third day of the siege, and no civilian remained, either because they fled or most likely killed. The platoon, or what remained of it was ready for extraction anytime, only waiting for a package that was supposed to be recovered. It was held by Christine Majoe, a head scientist of ONI. No one knew what it would look like, except for the Spartan present here, and Staff Sergeant Avery Johnson. The Spartan was waiting at the door, with his portable turret in hand ready to reduce those in front of him to dust. The Staff Sergeant, was talking to his demotivated marines.

"- This is suicide Sarge! We'll never even be able to get out of here!

- You shut your damn mouth marine, we going back out whether you like it or not. Get tactical marines, our Chief Petty Officer here is leading our Sortie, and we're gonna help him with this one, whether you like it or not. When you lot signed up you knew you were gonna go hell. But your job is to make sure you ain't alone down there when you arrive. So like I said we're getting tactical marines, and the one with the most kills gets to press the detonator's button when we're out of this. Understood?

- YES STAFF SERGEANT AVERY JOHNSON!" The marines yelled unanimously. Before getting their gear up and ready and going to the door and pointing their guns at it ready for whatever could come out. Then the spartan took a look outside the window, and saw something, he made a sign to the marines to lower their rifles and removed his helmet, he had a confused face. He then opened the door outside, and the marines were awed and shocked, it was jaw dropping for some to say the least. Even the Staff sergeant choked on his cigar.

"It's a kid? How did a managed to survive this long in all that?" said one of the marines. The kid was covered in dust and blood, he held a backpack on his back, and was wielding a magnum. He was probably about 6 years old. But the most surprising as some would argue is the energy sword's hilt in his pocket. Revealing that he may have killed an elite. The spartan was making a hand sign as a gesture to signal the kid to come inside.

Come on, I don't bite." He said, waiting for the kid to advance. The boy then looked left to right, and then left again, then ran into the building, and the spartan immediately closed the door of the pitch-black building. The Spartan then knelt in front of the boy as marines came around them, and the Staff Sergant coming around too.

"You boys looking to get court-martialed for insubordination? Get back to your stations marines!" The Sergeant ordered. "Sorry bout that, I don't bite either. Tell me," The sergeant knelt in front of the boy took a look at the spartan as for a sign of approval for the question he was about to ask and continued. "What's your name son?"

"- My name? Nick.

- Mines Jorge

- And mines, Avery. It's a pleasure to meet you son.

- So, the spartan started. Nick, tell us your story, how'd you survive, and why'd you came here." The spartan was calm in contrast with the brash and fun tone of the Staff Sergeant.

- "When the monsters landed, I was with my mom. We ran as fast as we could towards here, but we were on the other side of the city. On the second day after the monsters came, some attacked us, me and mum, just us. They had those swords, like this one and there were about 4 of them. Mum killed two, two soldiers came and killed one but they were both killed by the last one, and then he used his sword and he... he..." The boy started crying. And shouted : "HE KILLED MUM! I grabbed one of the dead one's sword and I activated it. It took me two hands but I managed to use it. Then the last one saw me and took out his sword too, he came at me and tried to kill me, but I managed to cut his arm, and I plunged the sword in his chest! Then I went to see mum, she wasn't dead yet, but she was dying. She told me to take something there. She said that it was really really important."

He took his backpack, and put it on the ground, he opened it and revealed something. It looked like nothing human or covenant, not even ancient, more ancient than ancient. It distorted the are around it a bit, but it was magnificent. It looked like a pyramid of somekind, and was about as large as a ball you'd use for dodgeball. Light was emanating from it, but it was still covered a bit, and looked like it was changing. But then, something happened and it went up in the air and spinned, it covered Nick into a pool of light and then the artifact vanished. The Staff Sergeant looked confused as to what happened, the spartan too, and some of the marines that had turned to see what was happening too, right before turning back after a mean look from Johnson, and Jorge then said aloud :

- "If anyone asks, the artifact got destroyed by a Banshee." He then turned to Johnson. "What do we do with him?"

- We'll give him to the colonel.

- Do you have any ide-

- Yea, I know, even though I shouldn't and it's classified beyond my level. But he won't be the only one. And from the looks of it, we have a kid who just killed a field marshall in melee too. If anything he was meant to be a spartan. Tell me son, how would you like to join the army now, train to become the best of the best?

- Sure!

- It'll be tough, and you'll do just that for the rest of your life, train to be the best. But in the end you'll be kicking alien ass. Whadya say son? Are you really sure?

- Yea!

- Aight then, said Jorge, we'll have to brief Colonel Ackerson. We're leaving then, prowler's about thirty minutes from walk. Welcome to the spartans, Nick."

There three generations of spartan had talked together. Avery Johnson, of the Spartan-I program, Jorge-052 of the Spartan-IIs, and soon-to-be Nick-B312, who'd just been affected by something, to say the least.