August 20, 2552

Aszod Shipbreaking Yards

Reach

Spartan B-312

22:00 Hours

Noble Six was in trouble. So far, he had managed to hold off a large army of Covenant for almost two hours, killing around five hundred Grunts and Elites, each deployment increasing in rank and firepower, but after two hours of fighting, he was a) exhauasted, b) low on ammo, and c) dealing with broken armor.

As the Elites surrounded him and filled the air with plasma, Six manned a mounted machine gun, laying down heavy automatic fire and killing Covenant with great efficiency.

"How does that feel, huh?!" he shouted, killing an Elite Ultra and a duo of Officers before the ammunition belt ran dry.

When the last round left the barrel, Six jumped off of the platform and landed on the ground in front of it as a Wraith shot melted the platform.

Sighing in relief, Six picked up a fallen Plasma Rifle and went around the hill the platform was on when a Spirit dropship's cannon hit the ground next to him and sent a small stone flying into his weakened visor, cracking the top-right corner of the visor, and disabling his ammo counter.

Damn it! I'm not dying yet! he thought.

As the Elites closed in on his position near the, Six readied his knife and Plasma Rifle, then he took cover behind the walled-off fencing, by the truck in it. The first victim of this attack was an inexperienced Minor, who made the mistake of rushing his position without thinking to throw a grenade.

The Elite had just stepped into the fenced-off area when a black blur crashed into him and rammed his knife into the Elite's gut, silencing it. The other, more experienced ones opened fire at the Spartan, who had taken the body of his quarry for use as a Sangheili shield, but the plasma rounds simply hit the body, leaving Six to close the distance and return fire to them.

The plasma bolts from Six's gun hit the nearest Officer head-on, depleting his shields and burning holes through his extremities, but the alien warrior was hell-bent on making him pay for staining his honor with those injuries. As the Officer charged, weaving around the bolts flying at him like an experienced soldier, Six threw the dead Minor at him, with a "gift" attached to it.

"Have fun with that." Six said under his breath, going around the Elites as they dealt with his parting gift.

The Officer shouted something that sounded a lot like "son of a bitch!" when the gift, an armed Plasma Grenade, attached to his armor and detonated, leaving behind two mangled corpses, the dead Minor and the Officer, and a few confused Ultras.

That confusion isn't going to last long...And sure enough, the Ultra that had a Focus Rifle saw through the distraction and shot at Six, the superheated laser hitting the visor and cracking the bottom-left corner of his visor.

Damn it! Soon, the visor's gonna be done for!

Now that his helmet's visor was cracked in a second place, the armor ability gauge was gone, but his motion tracker remained, albeit with reduced range.

The Spirit that cracked his visor the first time flew directly above him to drop what looked like a Zealot team on top of his head, but as the Elites went to leave the ship, a Wraith's plasma mortar hit the ship on top of its hull, downing it.

Whoever's driving that Wraith sucks.

Six reengaged the Elites, grabbing a second Plasma Rifle to aid him in battle. When he had the second weapon in his hands and had readied them, the Elites all threw grenades in his direction. Thankfully, he had Armor Lockup, and the grenades that stuck him slid off of him and detonated harmlessly due to the armor ability.

"That must be infuriating to see." Six commented as the Elites screamed insults in their native language while they waited for the lock to end, picking up Plasma Pistols and overcharging them.

Six's Armor Lockup ended and the Elites let loose, firing the overcharged Plasma Pistol bolts first, but to counter that, he picked up a dead Elite and let the bolts melt away at the body instead. Throwing the body away, Six raised his rifles and let loose on the Elites, darting around and firing controlled bursts from his Plasma Rifles to avoid overheating.

"Blargh!" an Ultra gurgled after a volley of Plasma rounds tore through his shields and into his flesh, burning his insides away as he toppled into the dirt.

Above him, a Spirit deployed another team of Elites, this time, containing General class Elites. The lead General, a swordsman, issued orders to the other Generals and Ultras and then jumping off of the ship, surrounding the Spartan. Seeing the new strike team, Six merely chuckled and said, "Bring it on."

After an extra half-hour of hit-and-run tactics, Six had killed around seventy more Elites, fifteen of them being Generals. In the background, the glassing beam edged closer and closer to the Lone Wolf's final battlefield, and his visor had finally given in to the damage it suffered, breaking apart completely.

"It is time, brothers!" a General declared. "Strike as one and finish this demon once and for all!"

His subordinates wasted no time in following his order, as they converged and fired on the Spartan, who had now removed his shattered helmet.

Six ducked under the suppressive plasma fire and picked up an MA37 Assault Rifle that was left on the ground. After checking the ammo readout (which showed a full mag), he stood up and prepared for the end.

An Ultra Elite was the first one to charge at him, firing full-auto to try and ensure that his shots hit, but with damaged shields and armor, he quickly gave way to the 7.62mm rounds that Six's rifle used, slumping to the ground in a heap of mangled flesh and blood. Next up was a General with a sword, who tried to impale his foe through the back, and before he could thrust, an armored shoulder caught his face, and he toppled to the ground with broken shields.

Six pulled his M6G Magnum out and silenced the General with a single bullet. Putting his Magnum away, he readied his rifle once more and had wounded an Officer when another steam of plasma impacted his midriff. Wounded now, the Spartan pulled his Magnum out and he used it and the Assault Rifle's remaining ammo to kill the Officer and a Minor before he was knocked to the dirt by an Ultra.

The alien warrior's blade was punched out of his hand by the Spartan, who absolutely refused to die. Next up was a Zealot, who pounced onto Six to finish him off, but his sword was punched out of his hand, too.

The Ultra prepared his arm-mounted Energy Dagger for the final blow, but Six diverted the blade as it dove, slicing the right shoulder rather than his chest, and hitting the ground. After pulling it out of the ground, the Ultra readied his blade for the kill again, but he was punched again with the left arm, but it didn't matter, because his Zealot brother was bringing his dagger down at the demon to purge the galaxy of his existence.

The holy execution was disrupted by the firing of a DMR round that hit the Zealot's dagger arm, causing the dagger to slice through his head, killing him instantly. As the Ultra and the other Field Marshall who came to slay the demon looked around for the source of the shot, a second shot hit one of the Field Marshall's grenades and detonated it, wounding it and sending him into the body of his Zealot brother, who was killed in a very dishonorable way.

Now the last unwounded Elite, the Ultra, had found the unholy parasite who disrupted the execution and murdered a Zealot: a Spartan who wore yellow armor that was bloodstained with Elite blood and sporting what looked like Forerunner tech on its back. Or rather her back, as she spoke in a feminine voice; the Sangheili had never been able to fathom why the humans sent females into battle.

"Wow, killing a guy who can't fight for himself anymore, how honorable." The whole phrase was dishonorably sarcastic.

The Ultra got off of Six to engage her, and when she drew an Energy Sword and cut him down, Six smiled through the pain his injuries caused.

There was hope for him, after all, he thought as the fellow Spartan grabbed him and pulled him to the structure the Spartan Laser was at to avoid the artillery.

I'm so glad I took her under my wing. Who ever thought that one of humanity's most perverted Spartans could have become so skilled, after all?

Hope you like the story, I've been practicing for a long time, and I honestly love the concept: take the more competent Sister from Season 16 and make her a badass. Seriously, she has the potential, and with all of the crossover fics out there, I've only seen one where Noble Six and Sister interact with each other (Agent Reach, rated M), although Six doesn't think highly of her for good reason.