A/N: Oh my god, it's been months! Guys, I'm really sorry that I was dead for a long time. You see, there were some slight erm... problems here and there but I'm alive. I just played Reach and now I'm back into the Noble franchise! Man, I had a dream about being awakened by Jun and Emile... And Jun just happened to drag me all the way to the infirmary, ha ha, love you Jun~! You're still my beloved fave sniper!

So anyway, yes, I'm here and I'm continuing. Onwards with everything! And do not worry, since I'm like a great master of comedy (ha ha, NOT), I'm gonna rewrite Spartan's SOLACE in an absolutely funny concept. Someday, I will, because my motivation is that stubborn to not come out when I want it to come out.

And anyway, I'd like to say thanks to anonymous FalloutGirl3 for encouraging me! Your plead made me stand up, soldier. Thank you for that, thank you!

"I missed everyone."

"God, you ALWAYS miss somebody, Jun."

"You're one to talk, Emile. What if I said I missed-"

"Shut your mouth or I'll stuff these bullets down your throat."

"What? I didn't even say any- AHH MY GOD- *gibberish*"

"SILENCE, MY FRIEND! WE HAVE MORE BULLETS TO COME!"

47. Marsh- Mar- Marshmal- MARSHMALLOW!

"What on earth are you two doing?" Carter said, upon seeing the two soldiers at the lounge. He was just about to return to his quarters after taking a leak when he heard muffled, childish and if not disturbing, voices when he strode down the hallway. Curious, he ventured to investigate the matter. Emile and Jun then whipped their faces to look at their boss, with their mouths stuffed with white candy. They were quite surprised to see him. Carter's eyebrows rose at the magnificent bulge in both of their cheeks and somehow sighed, wondering what his men were up to again. Obviously nothing that applied to logic, that is.

Emile swallowed with a painful gulp and said, "We're trying to see which of one of us are able to say marshmallow after putting tons of it in our mouths!"

The green sniper nodded and followed Emile - trying to gulp down every marshmallow in his mouth - before beckoning towards the commander, "Come on, try it! You're not doing your paperwork, are you?"

"I-" Carter knew he couldn't lie that his paperwork was done a few minutes ago, but he couldn't participate in this silly activity without bringing disappointment to the rest of the military personnel that existed and expected something highly from the Spartan. He then thought of himself trying out that stupid antic and failing miserably in the end. He cringed - there was absolutely no way his charisma would ever recover if he were to ever do this. Nevertheless, the puppy-like stares from the two Warrant officers made him resign with another annoyed frustrated sigh, "Fine. But just this once."

He moved to sit beside the Spartans, putting his gloved hand into the bag of marshmallows Emile offered him. They were squishy and sticky, in their cylinder shapes, with the toothpaste white color shining mockingly at him. Carter felt his throat tighten when he looked at the small sweet, but he closed his eyes tightly and popped the food into his mouth, shuddering at the ultimately unbearable sweet taste. He let his teeth mould the marshmallow and crush it. The taste made his eye twitch for a split second. "Why do I have to do this?" He muttered silently though the two subordinates didn't notice his discomfort.

"That's the spirit, Commandy. Now say 'marshmallow'." Emile shoved a marshmallow into his mouth and put up a demonstration, receiving the 'who do you think I am' look from his superior. Carter's face literally read of doubt and reluctance, as he coughed, "You have to be kidding me."

But still, nothing could help it. He then chewed more before trying his first attempt, saying with ease, "Marshmallow."

Jun clapped once, "That's the way! Now try another one." He gave the commander another marshmallow, and the man repeated, with much regret. This process continued , but slowly, Carter did have difficulty saying the damned word, even though both his team members were impressed and in awe as he was the first to ever continue the game with the largest number of marshmallows in his mouth; Jun and Emile lost count but they praised the Spartan, snickering quietly to hide the remark that Carter had a commanding 'big' mouth.

Of course, Carter was now struggling, and he stood up from the sofa whilst stumbling to look for something to grab on. He then rushed to the wall, banging on it with his fist as chokes began to engulf the lounge. Emile and Jun immediately froze at their boss' reaction. This was not good.

"C-Commander? What's wrong, did you have too many- Why are you coughing like that-" Jun rose in utter confusion, helplessness and fear as he watched the man staggering all over the room retardedly, with hands around his throat. The sniper turned to Emile, "Oh god, what are we going to-"

Emile was taking no chances. "OH SWEET JESUS WE GOTTA GET THOSE MARSHMALLOWS OUTTA HIS MOUTH, JUN! QUICK, GIVE ME SOME OF THOSE MAGS. DON'T JUST STAND THERE, MOVE!" He pushed Jun away, screaming at him with a frightened yet scary voice.

"O-OKAY, ON IT," Jun shouted in reply, recovering from the hard push on his back. He reached the shelves and blindly grabbed a few mags, throwing them at Emile. Emile caught them but immediately almost dropped the magazines. Averting his eyes from the cover pictures, he glared at Jun, "When I said mags, Jun, I meant normal mags, NOT PORNOGRAPHIC MAGS!"

Jun raised his shoulders with a pale ghostly face. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT I TOOK! JUST GO HELP THE COMMANDER, QUICK!"

Carter wanted to escape from the room in search of someone who could actually help him, but when he reached the door, he was then pulled back by Emile's arm. The dark-skinned Spartan then smacked the rolled up magazines at the back of Carter's neck, beating at it with all his might like a scolding parent. Jun was screeching, "GO EMILE GO! GET THOSE MARSHMALLOWS OUT! GO!"

He didn't realize his voice was extremely high-pitched. "I ORDER THEE MARSHMALLOW DEMONS TO COME OUT! COME OUT, BY THE NAME OF JESUS!"

"BY THE NAME OF THE BROTHAA (brother) GOD, I DEMAND YOU TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HIM!" Emile screamed like a hooligan, continuously hitting Carter's neck like no tomorrow. Carter gagged, coughing out a few marshmallows, but his struggles remained.

Then, suddenly, as though he could take it no more, Carter collapsed onto the ground, after being hurt by Emile's torturing blows. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he could only be heard coughing before lying motionless on the carpet, which was wet by his saliva. Jun screamed yet again, clinging onto Emile who pushed him off. The bald man then rushed to Carter's side, rolling him over, his hands trembling over the man's frail unmoving body. Emile covered his mouth in dramatic shock and muttered, "We can't leave him here."

Jun then tore his gaze from Carter to Emile, mouthing, "W-What?"

"We can't leave his body here! They'll find us! Soon, Jun, you and I will be criminals. We'll have to face the bars if Holland ever knows of the murder of his faithful marine!" Emile clutched the rolled-up pornographic magazines in his hand. He pointed in Jun's terrified face, "Don't touch him anymore. He's gone, forever!"

"But- BUT-"

"NO BUTS!"

"BUT-"

The two were interrupted by a scream from the hallway. They found Kat and Jorge standing at the door, their eyes wide in stun. Jorge was unable to comprehend but Kat had a spear pierced through her heart. She raced to Carter, shoving Jun aside, and shook his lifeless body."Commander, can you hear me? Commander? COMMANDER? CARTER? SPEAK TO ME, CARTER!"

There was no response from Carter; he laid on his back on the ground, his mouth open to reveal his marshmallow-congested throat. Jorge glared at Emile in raging anger, and Jun could only sob miserably for his misdeeds. Jun cried with tears glistening in his eyes, pointing at Carter, "HE'S DEAD! WE KILLED HIM! WE WITH OUR OWN HANDS, KILLED OUR COMMANDER!

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO GO TO PRISON! I DON'T WANNA! WHAT IF I'LL BE SENTENCED TO DEATH- OH GOD, NO NO NO I DON'T WANT-" Jun covered his face in his hands, not wanting to imagine his fate.

Jorge was already strangling Emile when Six jumped at the door, shouting, "NO WORRIES! I'LL SAVE HIM!"

Jun and Emile then turned to Six in hope, but their smiles faltered when they saw the red uniform.

"Six, this isn't a fire outbreak," Jorge scrunched his eyebrows at the lone wolf, who happened to dress up like a fire-fighter, with an axe stuck in his head, though his head wasn't bleeding, "AND WHY ARE YOU WEARING YOUR UNDERWEAR OUTSIDE?"

"What, that? The lady at the shop gave me this costume for free and- Oh look, hentai mags!"

Kat was still shaking Carter whilst Jun bit his fingernails at his thought of being in prison, Emile suffocated by the big man and Six, who was reading the pornographic stories with marshmallows in his mouth.

48. Looking Into the Mirror of the Future

"I can't believe we're stuck here," Emile moaned, banging the locked door with his fist. He looked back at Jorge, Jun and Carter who were sharing the same frown. Trapped in a room in a Covenant Assault Carrier was one of Jun's greatest fears, having to face nothing but purple three-inch thick walls and stubborn doors that could never move without an appropriate command. He clutched his sniper rifle in fright and tried to maintain his blank look, though his legs were already shaking uncontrollably. Emile instinctively moved away from Jun, but when he noticed that he was nearing Jorge, he side-stepped to Carter's side.

Carter, disgusted and eye-wide at Emile, snorted and pushed the Spartan away. He then moved to one of the doors where Kat and Six had exited before they closed, "Kat! How long can you take before you can get us out?"

"It's going to be complicated but I will be able to patch through and hack it from here," Kat answered, knocking at the door to give a better response. Six wasn't sure what had happened, but what he did remember was seeing the four unknowing Spartans and the door in front of them closing shut. The Covenant carrier was indeed empty, because when the team had infiltrated and sneaked to the bridge, they were puzzled to find the hallways, corridors and hangar bays completely and utterly silent and dead. Six was confused when he found no Covenant life. He felt worried for Jorge and Emile, bearing the knowledge that those two weren't in good terms yet but he was plain indifferent when he thought of Jun who was probably going to masturbate out of sheer terror in that room.

Luckily, he didn't. "Well... I'm just gonna go investigate for a while, so... see ya," Emile chirped awkwardly, before moving out of the way to check out the violet designs on the walls that may interest a person who was into art. Emile wasn't much of a fan but heck, if they were skulls, he'd pretty much kiss everything he could lay his eyes on.

Emile turned around a corner and Jun cried, "Noble 4! What are you doing? Who knows what the Covies do with those things installed here! YOU'D BETTER NOT TOUCH THEM."

"What's this, I wonder?" Emile chimed, ignoring Jun's warnings and Carter's death glare, before running his fingers down a a cloth, or a blanket that covered a tall-looking - probably one-three-quarter-meter high - object. He was curious to find out what it was, and despite Jun's whines of protest, the Spartan threw the blanket over his head, unknowingly throwing it in Jun's face at perfect timing. Jun yelped, tearing at his face to get the Covenant-contaminated cloth off.

Upon revealing the strange mystery, Emile found his reflection. He stepped back and scrutinized the object from head to toe, before grinning, "Oh what you at that, a FUCKING MIRROR!"

"I don't think you should do that, Emile," Carter growled, but then he glanced over Noble 4's shoulder to see what Emile described as a 'mirror'. Indeed it was, in a rectangular shape, in a thin yet long body and in possession of a glass surface that reflected scenes and other objects that come in contact with light. Carter then questioned, "What in the world does that thing do?"

Six waited as Kat tested with the wires in the panel beside the door. He heard Jun screaming and Emile gasping in awe and he banged the door with his fist suspiciously, "What's going on in there?"

Emile answered in a yell, "We found something! Looks like a mirror!"

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, is Emile a handsome-looking Spartan? NO!" Jorge said in a joke, gaining attention from Emile who was annoyed by his hilarious question. Carter only shook his head and tried to tell Emile, "Alright. Now we know what that thing is so it's best not to see how it works. Put the cover back on and we'll wait until Kat is able to open the doors."

However, Noble 4 was against Noble 1's decision. "Oh, come one, boss! Can I just fix my helmet for a while? It ain't gonna take long- W-WOAH!"

Emile put his hand on the glass surface of the mirror, and surprisingly, it came THROUGH the mirror, sucking in his wrist and lower arm. Fortunately, Emile grabbed the side of the mirror with his other hand before he could fall right into it. He then widened his eyes in shock as he was able to pull his hand out of the mirror. Jun and Jorge stepped back cautiously, wondering if some monster would jump out of that mirror and eat Emile. Carter merely stood rooted to the ground, though he did kept a firmer grip of his assault rifle. He reached out to Emile, with a warning sign, "Noble 4. Put your hand again into the mirror, and don't move."

He then put two fingers to his eyes and pointed them at the mirror, telling Emile to look at the mirror after he put his hand in. The reason for this was because Carter thought he saw the reflection of the Spartans shift and mold and change its image into something which was completely different. Jun and Jorge slowly neared Emile with small steps, eventually crowding around the skull-carved Spartan. Emile put his hand in, hesitantly, and waited.

The image started to distort and morph, changing what appeared to be a rocky path and formation. The skies were painted with thunder and numerous battleships were fighting each other for the claim of victory. The four Spartans in the room blinked in awe, looking at the battlefield in the sky before the image panned down to the rocky formations, which was a landing spot for as a huge massive Scarab landed on it. The impact made the four members of Noble shiver, especially Jun who jumped. The Scarab crouched on all four legs, looking around as though in search of a target. Jorge then noticed something at the bottom, under the protection of the rocks.

"Isn't that Emile and Six?" He asked, pointing to two familiar Spartans taking refuge under shelter. They both pointed at the Scarab, and Carter could hear a voice, which sounded just like his. "I've got the mass."

"Wha-?" Jun said, and a pelican came into view, in flames, as it hovered in the air to distract the Scarab. Carter squinted his eyes in confusion but then he froze when he saw himself, bleeding profusely, while struggling to maneuver the flying vehicle. He then another voice, which now matched Emile's.

"Solid copy... Hit 'em hard, boss."

"You're on your own, Noble... Carter out."

And then there was the explosion. It rattled the cliff and cave, and the Scarab, suffering the impact from its collision with the pelican, fell off the cliff, screaming loudly before detonating into another loud explosion. Emile then snatched his hand back, and the images turned back to the Spartans' reflections.

Carter was shaking his head, left to right, right to left, not believing what he had just seen. ... Did he die? No, but his fate looked as though it was sealed. Inevitably confirmed. Everyone looked at the Commander who stepped back with a loud gulp. No one said a single word. Emile didn't dare to make a crude comment about the scenario. He then slowly put his hand through the mirror again, and waited. The reflection began to morph once again, and it turned into a picture of space and a large Covenant Corvette. It then zoomed in to the hangar bay, where again, two Spartans stood.

It was Jorge. "Listen, Reach has been good to me." The four could clearly see the transfer of dog tags via hand from Jorge's chestplate to the other Spartan, who was Six's hands. The large man then carried the lone wolf to the edge of the bay, and threw him, just like that, down into space, before heading back to the large device behind him.

Like Carter's, erm, episode, there was yet another explosion, and the group again fell silent. "... Oh my god," Emile covered his mouth with the hand he put into the mirror, and the images faded away.

Outside, Kat was already doing the finishing touches into hacking into the door's mainframe. Noble 6 was pounding on the door repeatedly though no response came out from inside the room. Suspicious and puzzled, somehow, he asked Kat, "I don't hear anything from Commander and the others. What the heck just happened?"

"Probably something about that mirror thing Emile mentioned earlier. I don't know it myself," Kat shrugged, and punches the panel close, standing up whilst brushing her hands of dust, "That should do it."

She stepped beside Six, and slowly, the doors opened. They opened remarkably slowly, and the two Spartans had to wait thirty complete seconds before they could see the other members crowded around a corner. Carter then turned around to face Kat, who was surprised to find tears glistening in the cool commander's eyes. Jun was panicking, staring at the mirror with confused eyes and furrowed brows. He simply couldn't get his vision depicting his fate. All he saw was just a peaceful flower field and nothing else. Jorge was twitching, "SO DOES THIS MEAN WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE?"

"I DON'T KNOW MAN, I GOT RAPED BY THEM ELITES," Emile shouted, shaking and shuddering, clutching his body tightly. He faced Jorge, "Hey, big guy, YOU BETTER NOT DIE ON ME!"

"I WON'T. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE HELL THE LONG NIGHT OF SOLACE IS!" Jorge shouted, and clung onto Emile, hugging tightly out of fear.

"YOU BETTER NOT LEAVE REACH, MAN."

"I KNOW."

"I DON'T WANT TO GET RAPED."

"I KNOW YOU DON'T WANT TO."

"I WANT YOU TO GET RAPED."

"I- Wha?"

Jun cried in relief, "WAIT, DOES THIS MEAN I DIE A PEACEFUL DEATH? YES!"

The sniper punched a fist in the air while Carter raced to Kat, grabbed her shoulders, and spun her so that he could face her back. Six blinked at the other Spartans and wondered what the heck they were doing. He simply couldn't understand it all. Emile raped by elites? Jun dying a peaceful death? Jorge panicking about the apocalypse? What did this mean? What the HELL DID THAT MEAN?

"What are you doing?" Kat asked, annoyed, as she felt herself being pushed forward by Carter. He was seriously close and was centimeters away from touching her back. He whispered harshly, as though trying to direct it to a certain enemy wherever it was,

"I am not letting that jackass jackal steal your head. Fuck that. Not on my watch.

NOT ON MY NOBLE WATCH. "

49. Them Giant Texts in the Air

"What the-?" Six blinked continuously as he, Jun and Jorge circled around what appeared to be a gigantic alphabet hovering in the air. They looked up from the grounds of the ONI Sword Base to find a humongous 'C' just three meters off ground. He scratched his head, staring up at the large letter which was plainly colored white. It was rock solid, and Jun tapped his sniper rifle while jumping on it to ensure that the alphabet was an interactive object. Six looked at the other two and asked, "What the hell do you think an 'C' is doing here?"

Jun and Jorge shrugged their shoulders. Jorge wondered out loud, "Maybe it's one of the tests that they use to see if a certain material can levitate in the air. I hear Reach's full of those kind of things nowadays."

"Hmm, that's pretty cool," Jun commented, rubbing his chin. However, upon counting the number of men with him, he noticed something missing. Looking around, he asked, "Where's Emile, by the way? I thought we had him here with us a few minutes ago."

"Now that you mention, where IS Emile?" Six nodded, glancing around before looking at the two soldiers who did the same thing as a response. The Spartan with the skull carved on his visor was nowhere to be found, or at least within the three members' sight. The air was calm and the place was eerily quiet. Jun, Jorge and Six didn't know what to do with this huge 'C' and looking for Emile was probably their main concern. Jun then tilted his head up and checked the skies, before making a remarkable discovery. He gasped loudly and louder than an average person would.

He shouted, pointing to the sky with a sniper rifle, "HE'S UP THERE!"

"AWWW HELL YEAH, MAN! THIS IS BEAST!" Emile could be heard screaming, while sitting on what appeared to be a word joined together, to form one called 'HORSE'. Emile was perched on top of the huge alphabets with a rope in his hand, waving it around like a cowboy. Six dropped his jaw, rubbing his eyes and repeatedly telling himself that this wasn't happening. Jun could only gasp like a little child, clasping his hands together and admiring the silly scene. Jorge only blinked once, before exploding in a raging fit, "EMILE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE? GET BACK DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!"

"NEVER, BIG MAN!" Emile screeched, "I'M ON A HORSE, YOU SEE THAT? THIS SHIT'S AWESOME. I'M RIDING ON A FREAKING HORSE, THAT'S THE SHIT."

"How do we get him down!" Six exclaimed, bringing his hands to his helmet and squeezing his head like a mental retard. As for Jun, he was running around in glee. Six broke into cold sweat as he watched the sniper run like a lapdog, "Er... Jun? What are you-"

"OH WOW A GIANT HORSE! THIS IS FANTASTIC!"

"..." Six stared at Jun for a mere five seconds, thinking where the charismatic sniper had gone to before seeing this abomination of a five-year-old child, before turning to Jorge, "What should we do?"

"We'll have to use this 'C' if we're going to take him down!"

"OH MY GEE THAT HORSE IS FLYING!"

Six then waited, and slowly said, "... Wait. Where did you get that idea from?"

"HEY GUYS WHY AREN'T YOU LOOKING AT THIS, IT'S AMAZING!"

"I have no idea. But hope it works," Jorge tried to take hold of the letter by jumping the highest he could, and his hands managed to bring the gigantic alphabet down. It wasn't as heavy as he would have expected, but it was acceptable anyway. Jorge then sat on the curve of the 'C' and thought, "So how are we going to use this on Emile?"

"HOLY SHIT I GOTTA GET ONE OF THESE THINGS SOMEDAY."

"Perhaps we could think of a word that starts with 'C', and perhaps use it on Emile, since I'm assuming he used a 'H', which led to 'HORSE'," Six suggested, running his hands up and down the sleek smooth surface of the alphabet. Jorge agreed, saying that it was a good idea to start with, and hopped off the alphabet. He then turned back to look at the 'C', trying to come up with a powerful word that could counter with Emile's Horse.

"..." Six thought hard, drifting into dwelling silence.

"Hey, Six?"

"What is it, Jun? You finally stopped already?"

"I think I just shat a whole building."

"..." Six, upon seeing a tall building of bricks behind Jun and a brick between the man's feet, moved closer to Jorge and farther from Jun for protection. Jorge looked at the huge building and he snapped a finger, "I GOT IT! I KNOW HOW WE CAN BEAT HIM!"

"YAHOO! THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME, MAN! THIS IS-" Whilst Emile was enjoying riding his horse, he then heard someone interrupt his shouts. He looked down to find the three Spartans, a huge building out of bricks, but there was one small thing that caught his eye. He then stopped, not moving a muscle, and only the pupil in his eyes shook violently.

"Do you think it will work?" Six whispered towards Jorge who nodded, "Hopefully it will-"

"CRRAAANNNBBEERRRIIESSS!"

"Yup." Jorge sighed. Jun shat another building, this time a smaller one, when he saw Emile charging towards the group, on his horse. The Spartan then jumped off his ride and spread out his arms, to retrieve the can of cranberries in Jorge's hand. The 'Horse' immediately dispersed and only the 'H' remained. The 'H' fell to the ground, right beside Jun, startling him.

"AHH MY GOD." Another building was built.

"Six! Pass me that 'H'!" Jorge commanded. Six did just that, shoving Jun violently aside and grabbed the small book-sized 'H'. Funny how a 'H', small in size, could turn into a huge horse, whereas a large 'c' could turn into a small can of cranberries. Noble 6 blindly threw the alphabet at Jorge, who caught it just in time, before Emile could strike.

"CRAANNBERRIESS!"

Jorge took hold of the cranberry can, and the 'H', and combined them together, taking a deep breath in the process.

"CRAAANNBERRRI-"

"CRANBERRY HOLOGRAM!"

Crash.

Within seconds, Emile crashed into the ground, while Jorge merely took a step aside out of his way. The Spartan laid motionless on the floor, and Six smartly remarked, "Well, that was one cool tactic. Use someone's weakness against him."

Before Jorge could thank Six, Jun had already shat a whole city.

Hentai = Porn/pervert/perverted, in Japanese.

This chapter will not have only one point, but tomorrow I'll work on Point 48, 49, 50, and 51 which will all appear on this very chapter. I just wanna upload this to tell everyone: I'M ALIVE!

Oh, and do give me ideas via PM. The new Fanfiction layout is somewhat annoying but I'll get used to it. UNTIL THEN~!

P.S Carter didn't die anyway. He just respawn beside Holland and drank cups of tea with him in his office.