Noble Hunter
Prologue
Noble Six stood alone on a raised platform staring out at the war-torn landscape before him, unfazed by the hordes of Covenant minions. He was 17, one of the oldest Spartans in Beta Company.
And now, the last one surviving.
He had had everything taken away from him when he was five. He was driven by pain and suffering and anger. Beta Company used that to turn him into the Spartan-III super soldier he was now. His only family, his Spartan brothers and sisters, were lying on the ground, unmoving. Every one of them had met their demise in the line of action.
And now, he faced his own.
The phantoms dropped off battalion after battalion of Covenant troops. Spartan B312 sighed. He had delivered the package and the Pillar of Autumn had taken off. His mission was over.
Now, all he could do was take as many Covenant troops as he could with him to Hell.
Six began his descent off the platform, passing by Marines and Spartans alike, their corpses covered in plasma burns.
Spartan B312 pulled out his DMR and stalked silently toward an unsuspecting group of grunts. He took them all out with one clip. A nearby hunter noticed the enraged Lieutenant and fired its Assault Cannon at him. Six front flipped over the projectile and landed on the Mgalekgolo's back with an extra boost from his armor's thrusters, planting two more Plasma Grenades and immediately ducking behind a broken-down car. The result was a fountain of the orange blood and worms of the now headless monster.
Six had to be careful not to take any more major hits. He threw the rest of his grenades and vaulted over the wrecked car, killing nearly all of the grunts in his vicinity and startling the remaining Elites. A series of Wraith mortars exploded next to him, disabling his shields and DMR and smashing him into a nearby wall. B312 took off his cracked and bloody helmet, revealing an extremely pale, almost albino face.
" Come at me, you Covvie bastards!" He yelled with his dark hair matted with blood.
A Sangheili Ultra charged him with a Plasma Rifle, but was silenced by a quick burst from the Lieutenant's DMR. Six noticed a blip on his radar and swung out his fist, knocking down an Elite general attempting to attack him from behind. He finished it off with his magnum but was hit by a barrage of plasma fire. Despite being critically injured, the Spartan-III managed to remain standing. Firing an abandoned Assault Rifle from the hip in one hand and a magnum in the other, B312 managed to kill a Minor and a Zealot before being knocked onto the ground by an Ultra.
Another Zealot appeared, trying to put down the Spartan with an Energy Sword. The Lieutenant kicked the Ultra away and knocked the sword out of the Zealot's hand. Yet again, the Ultra attempted to restrain the struggling Spartan-III but was elbowed in the face. A SpecOps Elite watched as the Elite Zealot activated the Energy Daggers concealed in its wrist armor and stabbed downwards.
Nearby, Six's shattered helmet laid on the ground, left in the dust.