Chapter 3

The Captain of the Jon Paul jones and his marine contingent escorted six and his odst's to the Med Bay and saw that they got proper medical attention. Because six was in fact a spartan all the other's had to leave after they had finished an so it was just six, the medical team and some mechanics to take off his armor so they could get a look at the damage done to his body on reach.

The doctor was not like most of the medical personal in the UNSC, but that was probably since they had never had to give medical to anyone like six before. She was in her mid to late forties to early fifties and was caring to six which was a nice change of pace for the giant. "Spartan how the hell are you still walking like you are with the injures that you have? What do you mean Doc?"

"Son do you even know how fucked up you are right now? Not really no." She put a hand to her face and just shuck her head. "Soldiers, always getting hurt beyond what they can really handle and then Feigen innocence. Son you have a collapsed lung on your left side and four broken ribs on that side as well, and that to the fact that I see wound tissue that is consent with thermal burns and bones that are stressed out way too far for my liking and the concussions that you have had for the past three weeks from what I can tell, is there anything that I may have missed? Well I did fall from atmo about a month and a half back and never really got seen for it."

Six could swear that the doc's face was going to explode from the look she gave him. "You did what now spartan?" She said in a low growl and threating manor. "I had to jump from space back down to reach because the ship I was on was about to explode and I had no other escape planes." She let out a deep breath and gave him a look that made six want to be back on reach fighting a whole hoard of brutes then face this doctor. "Let me make it clear for you, on this ship you will not be doing anything of the sort, got it? If I must respo-. NO This is not up for debate, until your wounds are healed, I do not want to hear about anything like what you just told me do you understand spartan? Yes ma'am. Good now I'm going to give you a few injections so that it will speed up the healing process." Just nodding six sat through four injections two to each arm. "Ma'am I can now go to the armory and get back into my armor? Yes, you may leave. Before I go ma'am I, did not get your name? It is captain Berglund. Nice to met you ma'am. Same to you spartan."

With that six moved to the armory, it felt weird not being in armor but just his black body suit. Lucky no one was in the hallways that he used so he arrived at the armory without being seen which is what he wanted. The man in charge of the ship's armory was a master sergeant Lockheed. The burly marine looked up as six moved through the door and waved his arm at him telling him to come to where he was standing at. "Spartan got you armor here, also wanted to tell you that you did a hell of a job on reach, got to talking to those two odst's that you saved down there and just wanted to tell you good job."

Thanks master sergeant I was just doing my job as a spartan. Bullshit, I have fought beside spartans before and now how hard you folks push yourself to turn the tide of battles, hell I have even seen some of you die before." Six tensed up with what the marine just said. "Really now, when? Well believe it or not I was on reach fighting just as you were. I was tasked out to support a Spartan Drop zone for a team called Red team maybe the name rings a bell with you, but my company never made it to the DZ before we hit covves's had a hell of a fight on our hands. we were about to be over run before a pair of falcons came by and saved our bacon. Anyway, we had to wait for a pelican to come pick us up and we flew near where that DZ was supposed to be and I saw a few spartan body's laying on the ground."

Nodding His head six didn't say a word or his voice would betray him and would show his grief and that some more of his brothers were dead. "Yeau I know of red team, worked with em a few times years back." now that was all six was going to say on the matter, the marine turned to the table that was before him which had the Spartan's armor on it. He was able to find a replacement for the chest, the one that came in had a huge hole on the left side of it. Lucky the ship had a few spare chest rigs meant for Spartans. After six's old rig came in he saw that the spartan liked the Tactical/Recon chest rig and so he was getting a new one, also the helmet was a commando Helmet with a black visor and a HUL with an up-armored plate, Also he had commando shoulder pads with Gurgnir knee pads with a assault/breacher attachment for his wrist and a tactical/trauma kit attached to his thigh.

"Ya know six this is a lot of commando shit?" turning to the spartan and raising an eyebrow. "I know but I have had to do a lot of ops on my own before, so I go with what I know. Can you help me to get into it?" Looking at the marine he nodded his head and started to help six to put his armor on. After twenty and somewhat frustrating minutes he finally had it all on and he felt right at home in it. Thanking the marine Sargent six left to head to the bridge and report to the captain.

Finding his way to the did not take long for him to do and within ten minutes found himself outside the door to the bridge. Taking a second to collect his thoughts six strode the door and came to a stop if front of the captain and threw up a picture-perfect salute to the man. "Noble Six of Noble team reporting in sir." The captain for his part stared hard at the armored giant before and wondered what good the man had done in the past and what he was still going to do. Throwing up his own salute to the man Six dropped his and went to attention before him. "At ease spartan you can relax. I wanted to talk with you just for bit seeing as we have two months till we get back to earth. What did you want to talk about sir? I just wanted to ask you what you think high command with have you do once we reach earth?"

Standing back six thought what would happen once they did reach earth. Not taking to long reach looked at Cpt. Jones. "Sir if Col. Whitcombe is still alive and on earth then that is more than likely where I'll be going. Good to know I'll let him know That I have you and will give you back as soon as we are back, I don't want ONI to get their hands on you" The captain ended that with a chuckle. "Now just heal up and rest while we make our way back to earth dismissed six."

With that six saluted and again with the captain returning in and leaving out the door.

It has been a month since six had got on board the Jon Paul Jones and he was starting to like some of the crew. He had daily visit with the good doctor and somewhat pleasant talks.

He also trained with the two odst's he brought with him form reach. They were starting to come together as a team, six was showing how to move silently through the ship and take down targets without anyone knowing. Also doing combatives with him through he had to hold back quite a bit so that he did not kill or hurt them, though they were coming along nicely and operators. Six was also working out and running on his own, sometime with his armor of and sometime with it on.

Today was going to be another training day for the team and six was going to put them through there paces.

"Hurry up and get to me guys, we only ran six miles so far."

Private skeeter made it to him before lance corporal Rash did. Both double over sucking in air into their lungs. After a few minutes they both made it back to their feet to see six just staring at them behind his visor. How he was doing all this shit if full armor was a wonder to the two men and they both knew that he has not really shown them what he can really do. And that was the scary part to them. Seeing that the two men had recovered six finally spoke.

"You two have both fought the covenant, but have either of you had to kill another human before?" Taken back by this both the men looked at six and then shook their heads no.

"people think killing is hard or easy depending on the state of mind that you have. Some people or just plan crazy and kill and it don't bother them at all. My First kill was an innie on a back-water planet. Did not have the fancy armor I have now. I used what the marines use. Me and My team were tasked out to scout out an innie base and to determine if was really a threat or just a bunch of people getting together to play army."

Stealing a look at the marines across the gym six collected his thoughts and continued.

"We had set up movement sensers around where we had set up our hide, after ten hours of looking at the coming and goings of this base we got a ping from one of the sensors. I told my team that I would check it out and so I did. I saw a group of four people, two men and two women. All carrying weapons. The old assault rifles which I assumed had been stolen from a unsc mothball yard. I snuck up on the guy in the back and slit his throat and then moved on to the next then the next till they were all dead. When I was doing it, I did not really have time to think about, but after well lets just say I had to take some time to think about it after the mission was done."

"what about the base" looking at skeeter six let out a sigh.

"we killed everyone in the base, there was only fifty people there but we found out they had stolen a havoc nuke and planned to use it on one of the inner colony worlds, never know which one but they had it and we could not let them keep it.

Listen guys I was going to spar with you today but now I am not in the mood so go away and do what ever you do on your free time. Well spar tomorrow. Got it six." Six watched the two ODST's walk away then thought that mission. He did not know why he had talked about it, but it bothered him that it was coming back now. Maybe he should talk to the doc about it.

After cleaning up and putting his armor back on six walked to the Med bay and knocked on the door. Never knowing what the doctor was up to in there. Not hearing anything six walked in to see an elite General with an energy sword pushed through the doc's back. Reacting in an instant six moved with a quickness and kicked the back of the elite's knee and pulled out his knife and stabbed it into the back of his throat. After the elite fell dead six checked on the doctor to see that she was already dead. Sensing something behind him six turned to face eight spec ops elites with his knife still in his hand roared a mighty war cry and lunged toward the neared elite.

Moving before any thought he could he was able to catch him off guard and sink his knife into his armpit and pulled it out and stabbed him in the chest killing. Turning towards the rest six saw the circling him getting ready to strike. Six knew that he was going to die. These guys were good, but he was not going to let them kill the rest of the crew on the ship. Throwing his knife into the neck of the neared elite six delivered a kick to the chest of another one and then suckered punched one that one charging him before he could turn and kill the one he kicked he was thrown off his feet. Looking up tow elites were holding him down one arm. Looking at the one advancing on him all six was said about is that he could not kill more of these Basterds before his death.

Staring The elite in the face six refused to cower before them, staring at him as he sunk his energy blade into six's chest and. As the blade was removed six felt light and all he wanted to do was sleep.

Waking up in a pool of sweat six looked around echoes of the dream still lingering in his mind. Finally calming down enough six grabbed a bottle of water from the floor near his bunk and took a few gulps of water. Six played the dream over in his head and tried to think of why he had it. Maybe the quietness of the ship through slip space was getting to him.

face.