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One month…

That was how long it had taken the covenant to claim Reach as their own. The UNSC had thrown everything they had at the covenant, given all they could give to defend the planet and still they failed. The Covenant were too strong, too relentless and whilst it was true the UNSC had tactics far superior to the many alien races they faced, tactics weren't shit when faced against pure bloodlust. In just over a single month humanities best efforts of defence were crushed and swallowed up in an ocean of death.

Now, just a single figure stood in defiance. This final defender of Reach stood without a single trace of movement as he stared up into the stormy skies above. The purple, blue and white all mixing to create an eerie like shade as lightning and thunder clashed in a glorious battle. The figures eyes narrowed slightly behind his grey visor as he took this single moment to bask in the peace that had befallen the planet.

And then they came: the ships bursting from the clouds like rain. Multiplying endlessly as they broke the silence with their roaring engines, creating looming shadows that blocked out the light and covered the land in darkness. With them came Banshees and Phantoms each carrying something equally as deadly as the next.

Looking down the figure opened his hand as four tags hung loosely around his fingers. They were so small and yet they carried the voices of those they belonged to, they sparked the memories in this lonely warrior's heart. So small yet so monumental. Squeezing his fist tightly the warrior stuffed the tags back into the hidden compartment on his belt. Looking back out to the shadowed lands ahead he nodded to himself and bent down to pick up his MA37 Assault Rifle before flicking the safety off.

"One more time." The Soldier spoke confidently as he walked towards his ever-impending doom, his inevitable death, his long-awaited peace.

"Ship Master, our scanners have found the Demon. He seems to be waiting for us." A minor Elite reported as he brought up the video feed and zoomed in using thermal vision to show his commander the soldier down below. "huh. He fights against impossible odds like a true demon." Silence ensued as the bloodied aliens waited, concentrating only on the battle ahead. A purple and blue hue that shone from the lights around covering them in rays that darkened them significantly. "Take us down, we alone shall claim the victory over this Demon."

'That's right you bastards, come get some' the soldier huffed and his shoulders as if to reaffirm his stance, setting himself like stone. The Phantom dropped lower and lower as the dust, dirt, and sand below was scuttled away from the pressurized air of the thrusters. The air around changed in sight as the soldier's visor picked up and alerted him of the added heatwaves. Then a bright white light covered everything below, his enemies becoming visible as they dropped to the ground. A whole squad of Elites, 6 minors led by one Ultra. They'd pay for underestimating him.

Breaking into a full sprint the soldier stretched his muscles further as his legs lifted higher and higher with each powerful stride. He was pushing his body to move as fast as it could, surprise was not an option and so he'd hit them with brute force instead. As he ran the dust and sand stuck to the many bloodied patches across his armoured body. The air howling past him as he came closer and closer to his targets.

Once they had opened fire the soldier had begun to zig zag, compromising little speed. The blue and purple that soared past his head hummed loudly, but he cared not, he would not falter, he would not fall, he would not stop. He could see them clearly now, their movements becoming desperate as they attempted to shoot him down and even when their shots started landing on him, he pushed on. 'Shields as 75 percent capacity' the soldier internally took note.

"Shoot him! Shoot him down!" the Ultra cried out but it was too late as the soldier leapt into the air shooting down one of the minors and breaking the shields of another before landing into a roll and uppercutting the second minor as he stood sending it reeling back into the dirt. Readying himself once more the soldier shifted onto his right knee and open fired onto the Ultra forcing him to back away behind the other Elites. Coward! The Soldier took this as his opportunity however, to focus on the weaker Elites first. Ducking under a wild swing from a nearby Elite, he used the sudden fear from the Elite to grab one of its lower mandibles effectively dragging it down to his level as it's body then took waves of laser fire from the other Elites.

With the Elites down by three their formation was now broken but the soldier didn't slow himself for even a second as he pushed the elite he was using as a meat shield towards the remaining 4 of their squad. The Ultra roared in triumph as he noticed the soldier run for a nearby broken wall, he was out of ammo and cover. "Ship Master!" the Ultra turned only to be violently shoved away causing him to stumble on his feet and fall to the ground. What came next was the sudden and thunderous sound of a human grenade as the sheer force of it knocked the Elite even further away.

Footsteps approached the Ultra as he fell into a panic searching for his weapon only to see it a few metres away from him. Realising he had underestimated the Demon he stood and attempted to grab his weapon only to be harshly tackled to the ground and pinned into a puddle of blue blood. "AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH! Remove your filthy hands from me Demon!" the Ultra rolled onto his back and elbowed the soldier in his ribs allowing the Elite to break free from his grasp as he stood and drew his energy sword only to be shot several times in the chest breaking his shields before a few more well placed bullets pierced his skull.

Breathing heavily the soldier walked over to the Ultra and grimaced at the fallen beast. Reloading his weapon, he now took notice of the many more Phantoms landing a short distance away as more waves of enemy forces poured out of them. Seems he had succeeded in getting their attention. He would show them the true strength of a Spartan, he would show them the true strength of Noble.

Placing the MA37 on his back, the lone warrior picked up a nearby M45 Tactical Pump Action Shotgun and cocked it to confirm it was loaded as an empty shell was tossed from the gun. Sliding a belt of ammo across his chest the soldier pushed on towards the enemy. He would fight until his dying breath.

A half hour later and he was still fighting, still shooting, still moving. His legs hurt, his hands throbbed, and his head ached. But his heart refused to slow down, refused to let him give up. Adrenaline was still pumping around his body giving him everything he needed. Rolling away from a grenade, the lonely Spartan blasted a hole in the chest of the last Brute around before dropping the now empty shotgun. Eighteen shotgun shells, 192 assault rifle shells, three grenades and eight kills with his knife. The Covenant were nothing if not persistent.

Picking up an enemy Carbine Plasma Rifle and attaching an energy sword to the magnetic holster on his right leg, the Spartan pushed on. Hopping over a wall he came face to face with a small group of grunts, two shielded Jackals and one Wraith.

"Fire!" a grunt squealed as they took notice of the Demon who had snuck up on them. However, he ignored them all and ran straight for the Wraith. His shields took the brunt of the laser fire from all around him as he hopped onto the lower part of the enemy tank and propelled himself into the air landing just behind the main cannon. Taking a plasma grenade from his belt that he had stolen from a dead Elite, the Spartan threw it into a small hole at the base of the main cannon before back flipping off the tank. As he watched, the tank lost control from the explosion and hovered straight into the group of Grunts and Jackals squashing them into the ground. As for those who managed to dodge out of the way, they were killed by the bigger explosion of the tanks core.

Suddenly out of nowhere, the Spartan was lifted off the ground and tossed away as he collided with a rock winding him significantly as he fell onto his front. Looking behind him, he watched a Spec-ops Elite contort into visibility as it chuckled at the pathetic sight in front of him. This weakling could not be responsible for all this death and destruction. Raising his Needle Rifle the Elite fired three needles in quick succession as they whizzed loudly towards their target only to hit the empty ground.

Growling the Elite moved his aim as laser fire hit his shields forcing him to sink back into camouflage mode since it was his only source of cover from the Demon ahead. Once he had disappeared from the sight of his enemy he crouched and slowly made his way over to the Spartan. Grinning sadistically, he watched the human search around in desperation. Once the Elite was behind the Demon, he made ready to stab him only for the Demon to strike him so hard that white noise alerted the Elite to blown ear drums. The Elite quickly fell out of Camouflage, giving the Spartan the needed opportunity to slice open his abdomen with the energy sword he had stolen.

"DEMON!" came the roar of an Elite behind the Spartan and as he turned to face the source his bloodshot eyes took in the site of Minors, Ultras, Zealots and Generals. The sight a few hours ago would have struck him with fear. But this was not a few hours ago. Now, he was tired and in pain from the fighting and all he could muster was a harsh breath of acknowledgment; fore if this were to be his end, he would meet it wordlessly and with courage.

The enemy wasted no time in engaging the Spartan as he too returned fire and killed an Ultra as his shields dropped to 50 percent. Turning on his heel the Spartan lightly ducked his head before raising his shoulders and smacking the alien weapon into the General who had engaged him and with its shields down he blasted it in the chest tearing holes into its armour and skin. However, before he could recover his shields were depleted and two needles dug into his left arm forcing him to reel back slightly.

Growling in pain the Spartan took the alien carbine in one hand and his Magnum Pistol in the other hand before once more firing upon the Elites as he dropped two minors and a second general before he was thrown onto his back by another Ultra. "You will die now Demon!" the Ultra bellowed but was kicked away as the Spartan stood and tackled it to the ground stabbing his knife into its jaw and twisting it until the gurgling stopped. Standing once more he tore his helmet from his head and threw it to the ground, cracked and broken.

His face was cut and bruised in many different places as the blood was both wet and dried and fell from his face in dark droplets and flakes as he bent down to grab his pistol. Yet as he did this, he was forced to roll away from a charging Zealot who had swung at where he had been not seconds before. Blinking furiously as the sweat and tears fell from his eyes, he fired bullet after bullet into the Zealot only managing to bring its shields down slightly, but he would not give up. Launching the weapon towards the Elite he charged after it and landed two blows to its ribs before driving a deadly fast strike to its throat.

The Elite choked and swung wildly at the Human but was unsuccessful in its attempts as the Demon drove its own energy sword through its chest before kicking it over dead. Falling himself, the Spartan supported his heavy body on his left knee as he clutched his chest tightly and felt his breathing became raspy and shallow at the sudden pause in combat. Yet it was not meant to last and before he had even taken a few quick breaths he was once more picked up by his throat and within seconds he felt a searing pain rip through his stomach. He was both painstakingly hot and cold at the same time as he was tossed to the ground by the remaining Zealot. The Spartan rolled onto his back and stared up into the storm that raged on and as his eyes began to darken he took note of something new, something he thought he would never see again: a lone Falcon dropped into sight and then the comforting sound of Human weapons could be heard as the Zealot was dropped to the ground.

As the Falcon landed the few Marines on board engaged any nearby covenant forces who, having been taken by surprise, struggled to adjust themselves to the relentless fire of multiple new enemies. Whilst the battle waged on, a Spartan hopped out of the Falcon accompanied by two Combat Medics as the trio made their way over to the dying soldier surrounded by blood both his own and of the fallen around him. Grabbing the soldier, the Spartan looked into his eyes and saw some small amount of light left in them, he was still alive. Dragging him to his feet and placing him on the falcon the small UNSC force retreated and pulled away from the covenant forces.

"Can you save him?" the Spartan asked the medics as they immediately began filling his more serious wounds with Bio Foam as it closed any major cuts and bloodied holes in his armour. "He should make it back to the ship, but we may already be too late." One of the medics replied as they both continued to work on the dying soldier. "Don't you die on me Six! Do you hear me Spartan? Don't you dare give up on me now!" came the heavy Slavic accented voice of the Spartan besides the now unconscious Noble Six as the Falcon soared through the air to the awaiting Frigate.

Authors Note: Hello Everyone! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter to my new story that I am writing for Halo. I have been in love with the Halo universe ever since I played Halo Combat Evolved as a child. After recently reading some of my horrific old stories for Halo (Seriously I sucked at writing as a kid) I decided to write a new story that would be posted here for all to enjoy. This story will Focus Heavily on Noble Six/Spartan B-312 and Master Chief as they embark on the journey to save humanity. It will follow both canon and a plot of my own.

If you spot any mistakes whether it be grammar or Halo related, I'd be grateful if you would let me know and I am always up for criticism (constructive criticism. Don't just Review or PM to tell me it sucks because that doesn't accomplish anything does it) and if you have any ideas you'd like implemented into the story I'd be more than happy to read them.

Once again, I Hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading. I can't wait to read your thoughts : )

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