Still don't own RvB or Halo or anything I reference a few pieces of this were transcribed from RvB.
Ok, I have received positive responses to Six and Tex's history now what kind of history. I.e. close partnership, friendly rivalry, romantic, and etcetera.
Six sat on the base leaning slightly on his sniper rifle as he watched Sarge and Lopez fire their weapons, a pistol and machine gun respectively, at Grif, at times almost hitting him, with a grin under his helmet.
'His plan was good in theory but one of them should have stayed in the jeep.' He thought shaking his head as he continued to enjoy the show, before he stood and walked back to the cliff and continue his surveillance of blue base. Unknowingly he temporarily delays a run in with a face from his past.
He looks through his sniper rifle to see the two currently living blue team members just standing on the edge of the base one looking through a sniper rifle. He looked over towards the red base in time to see a black armored figure run into the base.
"Oh shit, I really hope that is not one of who I think it was." He said his mouth going dry to the degree he actually thought he swallowed a piece of his tongue that broke off as his mouth went dry. That was when he received a transmission from Sarge.
"Lt. Six, this is Sarge respond."
"Sarge this is Six go ahead."
"We have captured an enemy agent. We need you back at base to keep him in check."
"Roger that Sarge, returning to base." With that he clicked off his helmet com-system and trekked back to the base.
He was just walking inside as he heard a gruff almost evil sounding voice warning Sarge.
"You better hope the first one knocks me out." Sarge then smashed the black armored soldier in the face with his shotgun rendering him unconscious.
He silently sighed as he saw that while the soldier on the floor was in fact a Freelancer, he was not one Six recognized. After all, the only one wear their armor totally black was Tex and they worked together enough that he would have recognized her voice, and that was not it.
He tuned back into the world as he rubbed his fake shoulder as the anesthetic Lopez had used when giving his arm a tune up began to were off. He was already began to feel tired as one of the side effects kicked in.
Simmons looked at Sarge and told him "Sarge we need to get Donut airlifted out of here."
To which Sarge responded with "Could you put that in a memo and entitle it 'SHIT I ALREADY KNOW!' get on the horn with Command, Lt. are you good to watch the prisoner? That stuff Lopez gave ya should be wearing off about now." At Six's nod he then took note of the fact that the prisoner had regained consciousness. "Well, look who's up. Rise and shine buttercup."
The freelancer twitched as sparks jumped from their suit and some techno noises were made and, with a pop, it all stopped. Six stiffened and his breath caught in his throat as SHE began talking.
"Oh great you broke my voice filter, you cock-biting fucktards."
"Ah ha, I knew it! Only a chick could give you a headache this big!" Grif exclaimed triumphantly.
"What's the matter? Haven't you guys ever seen a girl before? How long have you guys been out here?" Tex asked a little disturbed.
Sarge turned to Six "Alright Lt. Me and Lopez are gonna take another look at that arm see if we can find why it keeps jamming up. Then you're going to guard the prisoner."
Six nodded partly not trusting his voice, partly not wanting to be recognized but mostly because in his hand, given to him to keep it away from the prisoner was the knife he had given to her when he "left" the program, then the three of them left the room
"So, you're a girl huh?" Grif was heard asking as they left and sat down near Lopez's area the silent robot walked over.
Six removed his armor plating then as he removed the glove Sarge stopped him with a laugh. "Here's yer problem, son." He pulled a pair of tweezers and pulled a pebble Six somehow hadn't noticed out from between two of his servos the hand moved much more fluidly after that. "Must 'a been from yer trips up and down the canyon walls. Anyway, now that that's done, go lie down you're no good if you pass out from that stuff."
"No, I'll be fine Sarge, I'll go watch her." With that he set off at a brisk walk to the base.
He looked up at the two other red soldiers in the base, his voice modulator in place to manipulate his voice to make it unrecognizable.
"Grif, Simmons, it's my shift watching the prisoner, and Sarge want you topside apparently there are some more Freelancers coming."
The two looked at each other, then at the seven foot tall super soldier, then Grif asked "Wait, what's up with your voice? And what do you mean 'Freelancers', as in plural? Why don't you come with us, we might need your help."
"So then we'll just put the prisoner on the honor system? Have her guard herself?" Six asked sarcastically.
"Good point" Grif said with a gesture of defeat.
"Yes it is, now get out there." He said pointing to the door.
Simmons and Grif walked out of the base to get to the ramps that would take them to the roof. Six looked at Tex, with his DMR in hand he sat down across the room ready to shoot if he had to. The Freelancer and ex-Freelancer just stared at each other not having much else to do in the dull grey bunker. 'This is why I hate guard duty.'
'And here i thought it was because you almost never get to blow things up.' Zeta remarked.
'Zeta, we haven't shared a suit in 5 years. I've changed, I'm not that little hot-head I used to be.'
'It doesn't matter to me how much you change you'll still be that young, impulsive sergant that I met all those years ago.'
'Whatever you say, Zeta.' After this conversation went on Six turned his attention back to the Freelancer across from him.
"What are you looking at?" She snapped seeing he had lifted his head, which he had lowered so he could stealthily observe her to if it really was Tex and not some other Freelancer that had stolen it. After all, unlike the Spartan IIIs teamwork wasn't survival among the Freelancers it just made missions easier
"Nothing, I was just wondering." He pulled the knife out of his tactical hard-case outer thigh attachment. "Where'd you get this? It doesn't seem like the kind of thing a Freelancer would use." He asked curious as to what her answer would be.
And so we close out chapter 4 with a bit of a cliff hanger.
By the way, before I forget I'd like to thank those who have reviewed because they seem to know what their talking about so I'm going to assume they read it too.
Sayonara. I'm learning Japanese =D