I don't own Halo or Red vs. Blue (Still think it should have its own category)


Noble Six sat up from the bed in the quarters he found himself restricted to. (I.e. Threatened by Carter with being handcuffed to it after his third escape attempt, if he left it again before he was to be shipped off to his medical reassignment)

He sighed as he looked down thinking back to the things he'd told his team after they had confronted him with what Kat had seen and shown to the rest of them. Reactions while generally positive (most Spartans don't think to highly of Freelancers) had expressed that he should have told them, and in hindsight he probably should have.

Hell, he hadn't even gotten rid of his Freelancer suit. With that thought he glanced at the ATSD (Armor Transport and Storage Device) sitting across the room from him on the floor. He sighed as he stood up and walked over to the case if he was going to get stuck in one of the Freelancer scenario fields, he might as well look the part.

"Noble 6, Please report to the hanger your pelican is here." Spoke the calm voice of Dot, the A.I. companion of Noble Team from his helmets internal speakers.

"Thanks Dot." He said looking in the mirror at himself in his old suit; it covered his new left arm to the point where unless one knows it's there you can't tell it is at all.

He walked down the hall towards the hanger his temporary reassignment due to 'medical recovery' was actually until further notice he was pretty sure The Director had something to do with that.

'He probably wants Freelancer Agent Oregon back. But I'm not Oregon anymore I was a Spartan first and foremost, I was born to be a Spartan and I will die a Spartan, not a Freelancer.' he looks up as he walks into the hangar he sees the pelican that would take him to this Blood Gulch place standing next to it was a soldier wearing the standard scenario suit which is basically a knock-off of the MJOLNIR armor made for use by the "Military" personnel at the various bases. The red clad soldier looked up upon his approach.

"Sir, Pvt. Doughnut reporting as ordered Sir." He said standing at attention.

"I never ordered you here."

"Yeah some guy said to come here and to give you this, and then I was to accompany you to Blood Gulch, Sir." He reached behind him and pulled out a small box handing it over to the Spartan. Six opened the box and immediately realized what it was and who sent it as he pulled out the small A.I. storage chip, the specific A.I. in question was Zeta as marked by the small 'Z' he had scratched into the casing.

"Zeta…" He whispered. This A.I. was one of the few ties he had been hesitant to sever when he left project Freelancer the other was a certain freelancer who had been his partner for a year and a half. He reached around the back of his Air Assault variant sliding the chip into the slot and felt the familiar rush of mercury down his spine.

'Z-Zeta? Are you there?' He thought hesitantly

"Yes, yes I am Agent Oregon or do you prefer Six now? Or perhaps your birth name, Er-"

'You know I haven't gone by either of those names in years Zeta. We'll talk later, the Pvt. looks like he's having a conniption trying to get my attention.' He interrupted the A.I. he then tuned out the voice in his head as the Pvt. in front of him did indeed look like he was having a conniption, or perhaps a stroke, possibly an aneurysm.

"What did you say Pvt.?"

"I was just asking if what they say is true."

"What do they say?"

"That Noble Team in as close to immortal as it's possible to get, and that the only two members to ever die took full size alien carrier ships with them."

"Well the second thing is true. But I'm not too sure about the first." He then turned away from Doughnut and stepped onto the transport Pelican.


-About four minutes from Blood Gulch-

"Another thing if you're joining the Red Team in here, why is your armor green?"

"You have a point." Six raised his TACPAD and hesitated before pressing the button and selecting a few options then pressing the final button. His armor changed the black plate flipped the color spectrum ending on white while the green became a deep red.

"There now I at least look the part."

"We're here Sir" Said the rather nervous pilot, after all his first solo flight and he's transporting one of the heroes of Reach.

"Thanks…Corporal." Six said after a quick look at the pilots shoulders.

The Pelican landed and the two red soldiers stepped from the ramp and approached the base.

The two reds walked over to the orange and maroon soldiers who were standing on the roof of the base with a set of red banners. It was then that Six realized just the sheer height difference between them given the maroon one was about six feet tall and Six himself was a full foot taller.

'This is going to be interesting' Six thought as he followed Doughnut up the ramp to the roof of the base.

'Indeed.' Zeta said amusement clear in the synthetic's voice.

"Hello, Sirs'." said Doughnut aproaching the two veteran Blood Gulchites.

"Sirs'?" Said the orange one turning towards our protagonist and the private named after a delicious pastry.

"I'm private Doughnut, and this is Lt. Six." He (guess who) introduced them to the two men in front of them.

"Private Doughnut?" Grif (I'm tired of just typing the colors) said confusedly.

"The Lt. is named after a number?" Simmons asked just as confused as grif.

"How the fuck did you get so tall?" Grif Asked looking at sheer size of the Lt. eyes wide under his helmet.


There ya go chapter 2

Grif: Hey you said I was gold last chapter.

Me: I changed my mind, so get over it.

Simmons: Ha! Not even the author likes you.

Me: Not to fond of you either Simmons.