Hey all, again, apologies for taking so long, having a ton of assignments and landing myself in hospital kinda kept me busy, but I'm fine :P

Thank you for all your support of the story, I'm glad everyone's enjoying it and remember if you think something is seriously wrong or needs a better explanation don't hesitate to tell me :)

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"Speech"

Thoughts or words stressed upon

Reclaimer's Messenger

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Noble Six

As the projection disappeared Six found herself rather enraged.

These 'Decepticons' had attacked Earth. They'd attacked the planet she'd sworn to protect since she'd joined the Spartan program. When the projection had shown the street on Earth she'd began thinking about how she was going to get back to the fight. As she thought she'd realised that she didn't have the means to get back. If they were going to recreate the situation that had brought them here they would need a slip-space engine or something similar. For a split-second she'd felt helplessness, but as she saw an alien battle rage through the streets on Earth she realised that she could be of use here. She could help kick these 'Decepticons' off Earth while she searched for a way home.

When all thoughts of getting home stopped all she was left with was rage. She would kick them off this planet and they would never return. Thus as soon as Optimus had finished talking she'd spoken up.

"I want to help," she growled, still angry as she clenched her fists. Traitor, her mind whispered, but she ignored it.

"What?" The Major looked confused at her outburst.

"I want to help kick these bastards off Earth. Unless you have a slip-space drive –or something similar- lying around that I can use to get back," she snapped, knowing they wouldn't have such a thing. Such a traitor.

"Why do you suddenly want to help us?" the Major quizzed, his brows furrowed together as he appeared to be trying to wrap his head around her sudden change.

Taking a deep breath she unclenched her hands and tried to calmly explain, "In order for me to return I need a slip-space drive or something very similar. I doubt any of you have one lying around and even if we can figure out how to build one, it would take time."

She took another breath as images of Reach and the ones she'd just seen flashed through her mind, "so if I'm going to be here a while, why waste a perfectly good asset? I've got years of training and experience fighting against a technologically superior enemy and," she pinned the Major with an intense stare. "Protecting Earth and Humanity is what I've always done."

She gave him a moment for that to sink in before speaking again, "So what'd you say?"

Six watched as the Major seemed to consider what she'd just said. The robots in the room sometimes stole glances at each other as if they were having an internal conversation. The green robot next to her spared her a glance a couple of times and she knew why. He was concerned about her wounds. The idea was preposterous to her, but she knew he wasn't pretending because she knew how serious her wounds were. The plasma burns didn't hurt, but it was because they didn't hurt that he was concerned. Her leg hurt a little, but it was so inconsequential she couldn't believe it had a crack in it, even if it was a small one. Then there were the other cuts and bruises that had her body stinging and aching all over.

Of course, had she still been where she belonged, her wounds wouldn't have stopped her from fighting.

"If everything checks out then we'll see about you joining," the Major finally said. "Ultimately it's up to General Morshower."

"That's all I ask, Major." Traitor. Six ignored her mind's accusations and instead thought about who these people were. She knew their name was 'NEST', but that was it. If she really was going to with them then she wanted to know who they were."Although, I have a couple of questions before I agree to anything."

"Ah, just call me Lennox, or Will," he rubbed the side of his neck. "What do you want to know?"

"What exactly is this organisation? You're obviously military, but who funds you and who do you work for?"

"NEST stands for the 'Non-biological Extra-terrestrial Species Treaty'. We're a classified strike team with American origins. We're the best defence against the Decepticon's and we receive our orders from the Pentagon; General Morshower, the US chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Although, despite our American origins we do have soldiers from other countries. We were formed just under a year ago after the battle of Mission city." The Major explained with pride.

Six nodded, she was satisfied with the answer. If she could trust what he said then it appeared that they were official. Only time would tell if what he'd told her was true. The Major seemed glad that she'd accepted his explanation as his stature relaxed a little.

Six wondered what they're going to do next. She waged that they'd probably go off to discuss her and the Elite and then set up a meeting with General Morshower. That left her with a few hours to find something to keep her mind preoccupied least it wonder to all the 'ifs' and 'buts' about the pervious forty-eight hours. She didn't want to go there just yet. A lot had happen and she could barely wrap her mind around it all. But, right now she was putting on a brave face and making the best of a situation that she didn't want to be in.

She didn't want to be in another time where Humanity was threatened by giant machines. She didn't want to be in a place where Humanity could barely push those beings off the planet. She wanted to be back where she belonged, fighting right to the end. But, with no other choice she'd stay and make sure that these Decepticons were wiped off the face of Earth.

"Is there anything you want to tell us about the training you've received?" Lennox asked, drawing her from her thoughts. "We know you've a Lieutenant for this UNSC…"

"Full Lieutenant for the United Nations Space Command's Navy," Six confirmed before thinking about what she's going to say about her training.

"As for my training," she began, coming to her decision. "I've got over three years of the best training the UNSC has to offer and more than three years of active duty during wartime."

Six was unaffected by the lie she told them as she didn't want to –and couldn't- explain what training she really received from the age of seven.

"So you joined when you were sixteen? I'm guessing that the three years of training was because of what you had done to you?"

Six nodded in agreement, waiting for the next question.

"You're okay with working with the Autobots?" He raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

"I'll find a way to adapt."

"Optimus?" He looked up at the robot in question, "You want to ask her anything?"

Optimus' brilliant blue eyes landed on her before he spoke, "I only ask that you reserve hostilities towards the Decepticons and not my comrades."

She smirked at that. "Of course."

"I think someone will be up soon to put a cast on your leg," Lennox explained. "Ratchet will keep you updated with what's going on and it'll be two hours or so before we'll talk to you again. Do you need anything?"

"My armor, I'll prepare a video." She then asked, "Where's Guardian?"

"He was out on the air strip, but then he suddenly whizzed off about an hour ago. We tried to follow, but we lost him. I'm not sure where he went," Lennox frowned, annoyed with himself. "Ratchet has your armor."

Six looked at the robot in question and with a grumble he picked up her helmet and passed it to her. Sneering at the robot as she could only imagine what he'd been doing to her armor. After receiving a disapproving stare in response her thoughts wondered to Guardian.

~/~

Orbit Above Earth, Soundwave, 3 Hours Earlier

"Tracking anomaly descent. Anomaly lost. Sending last know co-ordinates."

"Snapjaw and Team Gears reporting in, co-ordinates received. Mission details?"

"Observation."

"Got'cha Soundwave, we'll kept it quiet. Give us a few hours and we'll find whatever it was that you lost. Snapjaw, out."

~/~

Guardian's Approach, One Hour Earlier

Five-Three-Seven wasn't happy. Everything had gone wrong so quickly. He had the Reclaimer, but instead of being at Requiem where he was supposed to be, he was stuck somewhere completely different. He was on Erde-Tryene –or Earth as they called it now- in another time if the positioning he'd calculated was correct. However, that wasn't even the half of it. His thoughts travelled to the device the Reclaimer had found, the device which was the cause of all this.

He didn't know how it had gotten aboard the ship, but he had a feeling that it was somehow her doing. The device was part of a set of three known as Quirinus' Spear, which had been created in the most ancient times of the Forerunners. Although details on them were sketchy, it was said that they could manipulate the slip-space stream in a way that allowed travel to another plane of existence. But, to the modern Forerunner the device was nothing but a myth and because of this he knew very little on how it worked.

At the moment he didn't have time to think over it. Using the surveillance this primitive world had Five-Three-Seven was able to determine that there were three of the Ancilla Hybrids making their way towards the area where he'd cloaked the ship before its unfortunate crash. He was curious about these Ancilla Hybrids and had a feeling that these ones where different to the ones he'd already met.

However, his curiosity would only go so far. His duty was to get the Reclaimer to Requiem in one piece, and if these Ancilla Hybrids wanted to harm the Reclaimer he would take action.

Without a backwards look at the structure he was at, Five-Three-Seven sped off into the clouds and towards his curiosity.

Would his curiosity survive?

~/~

Snapjaw's Last Transmission

"Soundwave, we found something. I'll send a visual."

"Received. What is the target's designation?"

"Says he's called Five-Three-Seven Guardian's Approach, Monitor of Outpost Zero-Seven or something, he wants to know if we want to harm 'The Reclaimer'. Keeps calling us Ancilla Hybrids."

"Question the target about 'The Reclaimer'."

"Gahh, it's a Human. Hold on, apparently this Human is special and we're not to harm her. It sent me a visual….."

"Snapjaw, proceed."

"Yeah, sorry… I can see why she's different. Sending the visual. Shall we target her next?"

"Affirmative, discover the target's location."

"He's refusing. Great, Gearstacker's pointing his blasters...-scrap he got taken down in a single shot! Soundwave, this is going to the pit. Blackwing's been taken down too, he's just shooting right at our fragging sparks!"

"Retreat."

"What the frag do you think I'm doing?! I'm dodging as much as I can-aghhh. Scap, he got my wing, sending one last visual and a set of co-ordinates."

"Information received."

"Warn all 'Cons off him, you need to get the Human. Snap-"

/Comm. unavailable/

"Decepticons, find 'The Reclaimer'. Laserbeak, establish contact with our Human Agents."

~/~

William Lennox

The past three hours had shown a huge turn of events. First Six had wanted to kill them and the alien she'd arrived with. But now she was willing to leave him alone and even join NEST to work with more aliens. Will had a feeling that she was trying to come to terms with how she was going to get back to wherever she came from. He was inclined to believe that she came from the future, but it just seemed too far-fetched.

Will sighed in frustration as he continued to pace up and down the short distance in front of Ironhide. He wanted her to join NEST, but there was something at the back of his mind warning him that this could be a trap. It could be an elaborate ruse employed by the mostly silent Decepticons.

"Will?"

But she was Human! Ratchet had assured them of that.

"Will!"

Decepticons didn't use Humans, did they? But she seemed more like a machine than a Human…

And then there was the Sangheili, he didn't even want to start thinking about that…

"William!" A voice behind him roared, causing him to flinch in surprise.

Will stopped pacing and gave Ironhide a questioning look.

"What's wrong?" Ironhide rumbled, concerned.

Running a hand through his already ruffled hair, Will answered, "I don't know what to do with them Ironhide. My gut's telling me to trust them, but…"

"But?" the large mech coaxed.

"My head's telling me that what they're saying can't be possible, it shouldn't be possible." He sighed, "What do you think?"

"Listen to your gut," Ironhide replied without hesitation. "I would."

"You think what they said is true?"

"The Sangheili, if he was lying he wouldn't make up something like that," Ironhide explained. "It would only make us more cautious around him and then whatever it was the 'Cons sent him to do would be impossible. It's the Spartan I'm concerned about."

Will nodded, "I know what you mean. She almost seems like a machine, the way she talks…"

"Yes…I've never seen a fleshly act like that, I'm wagering it's not normal?"

"No, not even a war veteran would speak about his fellow soldiers like that." Will mulled over it in his mind.

"As soldiers it's our duty to protect Humanity, whatever the cost."

The words she'd spoken had sounded like they were drilled in, either by her or whoever had trained her.

It's as if she thinks Humanity and soldiers are two separate things.

"The war they're fighting must be getting bad if their soldiers think like that," Will murmured.

A grim smile worked its way onto Ironhides face, "Yeah, we'll be able to see it when we all speak to Morshower. What did he say about Six joining NEST?"

Will thought back to the slightly strained conversation he'd had with the General less than ten minutes ago. As much as he tried to explain the story in a less crazy way, it hadn't worked. The General had just seemed as skeptical as Will and even more so when he'd gotten around to explaining that there was a Human in the group. Although, things had looked up when he explained how well she'd attempted to fight off Ironhide and Ratchet. But it came crashing down again when he mentioned that they thought they were from a war torn future. After that the General had said he wanted to see her proof before he even considered her joining NEST. So he'd given Will an hour to have her, the Sangheili, Guardian and the Autobots ready for a video conference.

Coming back to the present Will replied to Ironhide's question, "He's not going to consider her joining until he speaks to them and see's the proof. We've got an hour."

"I've let the others know," Ironhide said after a few moments. "Ratchet isn't happy, but he never is…what about the strange orb? Guardian?"

"I-" Will was about to begin to explaining that he hadn't seen the crazy orb, when suddenly said orb appeared at the entrance to the hanger. A few of the people around the area tensed at its sudden appearance, but continued with what they were doing. The orb made its way over to Will and Ironhide and Will knew that if orbs could be smug, then this one surely way; he only wondered why. He had a feeling it was to do with the piece of metal it was carrying.

"Looking for me?" Guardian called happily.

Will frowned at it, "I thought we told you to stay on base."

"That would not have been possible," the light holding the piece of metal stretched out to Will, who then caught the metal when the light around it receded. "I hope they were not allies of yours."

Will eyed the piece of metal with wide eyes. It had obviously been ripped off something and was unmistakably a Decepticon emblem. He showed it to Ironhide and a huge grin broke out onto his face.

"I think we're going to get along just fine," he chuckled as if he was certain that Guardian and the others would join.

"Where'd you get this?" Will asked with a tone of curiosity. He closed his hands around the metal, which he noticed was still warm. Evidently the owner had not been dead long.

"I discovered that there were three of the Ancilla Hybrids making their way to the area where the Liberator was before I managed to cloak it. Of course, to ensure the Reclamier's safety I went to contact them to discover if they meant her harm. It appears they did," Guardian explained. "Before I sent them an image of her they were not hostile. They became aggravated when they found out that she was Human and then began demanding I take them to her. I denied and then they forced me to deal with them."

"How did you..?" Will trailed off trying to figure out how something so small and apparently unarmed had managed to take down three Decepticons.

"Oh, all Monitors are outfitted with a standard laser weapon. Would you like a demonstration?"

Not wanting to go there, Will decided to just take Guardians word for it and politely declined. Ironhide on the other hand…

"Yeah, I'll have a demonstration" the large mech said with a large smile. "If it can kill a 'Con quickly then I want it, it'd be a great addition to my arsenal."

"Do you have a target in mind?" Guardian asked as it looked around the room.

"Hol-" Will began but Ironhide cut over him.

"I think there's a spare piece of metal that Ratchet isn't using…" Ironhide trailed off and a smirk appeared on his face. Will glanced between the two, slightly horrified, he didn't want to be around when Ratchet found out what they were doing. Maybe he should try and save them from the medic's wrath.

"Ironhide…" he began, but the large mech flashed him a grin, stopping any further protests.

Ah well, if you can't beat them, join them, Will thought. Although he still didn't trust Guardian, but he guessed that if Six's story proved true it would be like having another Autobot around. He hoped.

"Excellent," Guardian positively beamed. With that the three moved out of the hanger and into another room, where Will and Ironhide spent the next forty-five minutes witnessing Guardian's laser destroy an innocent piece of metal, that just happened to belong to Ratchet. Despite the lack of trust towards Guardian, Will and Ironhide still enjoyed the company of the strange floating orb. During the time they watched the orb at work, others joined them as they were curious as to what all the noise was about.

~/~

Noble Six

Since Lennox had left Six had been going through recordings with Dot as they tried to find the best ones to show. She'd also –begrudgingly- shown Ratchet what Dot was stored in so that he could figure out a way to connect her to a screen. While he'd been doing that Catherine had appeared along with another human and a large trolley. With the help of Ratchet they'd been lifted up onto Six's metal platform and had proceeded to bandage and cast her leg.

Of course the cast had turned out to be bright pink.

Six scowled down at the pink thing that was now stuck on her leg for God knows how long. She only hoped it wouldn't be too long. This is ridiculous, I'm a Spartan. My bones are hardly going to snap because of a small crack in them. I was designed to take punishment, Six growled to herself.

"It's not that bad," Catherine said softly, noticing Six's expression. The medic was still edgy around Six and so was the man she'd brought with her –Jorge. To begin with the name had initially startled her and had reminded her of Jorge. But, Six had quickly stamped those thoughts down. She didn't need to go there right now.

"It makes you seem less…scary?" Jorge offered as he packed away some of the stuff they'd been using.

"At least you're honest," Six smirked, remembering that her Jorge had been similar. No, he wasn't your Jorge Six, never could've been, Six berated herself. Besides from the little time she'd spent with the two medics Six could tell that honesty was the only thing this Jorge had in common with her –no, Noble's- Jorge.

Jorge chuckled –although it was nothing like her –Noble's- Jorge, "Catherine's just too nice to say that she finds you scary."

"I do not," Catherine protested, and then looked at Six. "Well, maybe a little."

"Some do find Spartans imposing," Six agreed. "You'll get used to it."

"You're staying?" Catherine asked. Her big blue eyes darted from Jorge to Ratchet, seeking an answer. Jorge merely shrugged having only been briefed the basic's about Six. Ratchet, on the other hand, noticed the silence and turned around.

"That has yet to be decided," he said gruffly before returning to his work.

"Oh, I see." Six could see that the medic was fumbling around for a conversation that wasn't awkward.

Jorge seemed to notice this and spoke up, "so, why do people call you 'Six'?"

"I was the sixth member of a team," Six shrugged. "We referred to each other as our number, sometimes by name. Most people outside of our group only knew us by number and rank."

"Were there just six of you?" Catherine joined in.

"Yes."

"You were just a special forces team then, similar to the SAS and…Navy SEALS?" she glanced at Jorge for that and he nodded with a smile.

Six didn't know much about what Catherine was talking about, but she got the idea. It seemed these two were unaware of the whole situation, Jorge more so than Catherine. Although, they both seemed to be dealing with the whole situation okay even if Catherine was still slightly nervous around her.

"Something like that," Six answered plainly.

"I'll bet you were close. What happened to them?" Jorge continued, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Dead," she answered emotionlessly. Six didn't not feel anything about her team's demise, but she knew how to deal with and after all, they were soldiers. Soldiers protect Humanity, she mentally drilled into herself and glanced up to the medics. Both shifted uncomfortably before sharing a look.

"Sorry," Catherine spoke up, her voice soft and sincere. "We didn't know."

"It's fine."

"Were you close then?" Catherine asked softly.

"Like family."

"Must've been hard," Catherine comforted. "Feeling any pain anywhere?"

"They did their duty," Six dismissed it. "Just a little stiff, but it'll pass."

"How about the burns?" Catherine shifted forwards and pointed at Six's top, "Could you remove it please?"

Nodding, Six shed the navy top and allowed Catherine access to the burns that ranged from second to third degree. She'd been lucky compared to other soldiers, plasma could really do some damage. The second degree burns on her neck and shoulder along with the large third degree burn on her abdominal looked strange. Hoping to work out what the substance was herself, Six continued to study them.

"Jorge, could you replace her fluids please?" Catherine asked from in front of her.

"Sure," was the reply and noise followed as Jorge proceeded to do as asked.

Catherine shifted in front of Six and seemed to noticed what she was staring at so intently.

"It's a synthetic compound that Ratchet made," Catherine explained and Six glanced up from the metallic coloured substance. "I'm sorry, but they won't ever look like normal skin. Ratchet said it was the best way to heal the burns, considering how they were caused. It'll take time for your body to adapt to the compound, however."

"How long?" Six asked, not bothered about the cosmetic problem. "What effect will it have on me?"

"Should only take a week or so and there shouldn't be any problematic side-effects," Catherine started.

"But?"

"Ratchet did mention that it might have a positive effect on the local muscle groups," her voice was hesitant. "However, no one else has had that happen to them, but Ratchet did say that there was a subtle difference in your biology to us here…"

What? Six eyed Catherine skeptically as she spoke with an irritable voice, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know, honest, all he said was that there was a small difference," Catherine defended, moving away slightly. She's still scared, Six thought. It's to be expected though, Spartan's aren't known for their friendly charm. Besides, that was always Jorge's forte, maybe that's why we got so close…Shut up, Six!

"Optimus will arrive shortly to take you to your meeting with General Morshower," Ratchet's voice cut through the tense silence that had formed around the group. To her side she heard the Elite chuckle. She didn't grace him with a retort. Instead, she called over to Ratchet.

"What about the Major?"

The large robot turned around and began walking towards her, a box and a bundle of cables in one hand and her helmet in the other.

"Major Lennox will meet you there. Now, I'm going to explain how this works," he gestured with the hand holding the box and cables. "Press this button," he indicated to a flat green button on top of the box. "Place your AI chip in this slot and then press this button," he indicated to another green button that was right next to the AI chip slot. "Connect these," he pointed to the cables, "to the relevant ports in the monitor and then this one," he pointed to a thick grey cable, "to the power supply."

"Got it."

The robot smiled, "Good. I'll give these to Optimus, you won't be able to carry them because of your crutches."

A scowl instantly formed on her face as she growled out, "Crutches?"

"Yes," Ratchet confirmed, the ghost of a frown on his face. "You agreed to have the cast and I am aware that crutches are also required."

"I'm not using-"

"You will," he growled. "Unless you want to stay here."

"Fine," she spat. "Where are these crutches?"

Ratchet looked around and found no sign of them. The frown on his face became more prominent while a smirk found its way onto Six's face.

Eyeing the two medics Ratchet snapped at them, "where are the crutches?"

Catherine jumped while Jorge flinched slightly, but in the end it was Catherine that spoke up.

"They're just outside the Med Bay," her voice cracked at the end and she pointed to the door of the Med Bay. Just as she did the door opened to reveal the tall frame of Optimus Prime holding a pair of crutches.

"Ah, Optimus," Ratchet said; eying the crutches. Shifting her helmet into his other hand he walked over to take the crutches out of Optimus' hand, "I'll take those."

Dropping his hand to his side Optimus eyed the scene before him curiously before speaking, "I'm here for Noble Six and Roh 'Rithinee."

"Just in time." Ratchet flashed Six a smirk as he placed the crutches in front of her, "those are yours and this," he held out the box, cables and helmet to Optimus, "is for you as she's unable to carry them."

"Thank-you, Ratchet," Optmius said, a small smile on his face.

Quickly slipping her top back on, Six grabbed the crutches and slowly managed to get up by herself. Jorge and Catherine were both stood near her encase she fell over, but when they found they were unneeded Catherine sighed and quickly disconnected her from the IV drip.

"Please don't let her strain herself, Optimus Prime," Catherine called softly to the large red robot. "She's not completely recovered."

"If you do you'll be back in my Med Bay before you can say Primus," Ratchet snapped at Six.

"You have my word that Noble Six will return in the same condition she's in now. As will Roh 'Rithinee" Optimus agreed. His words seemed to pacify both Ratchet and Catherine while Jorge still looked dubious. He, however, remained silent.

"Let's get this over with," Six snorted and made her way to the edge of the platform. The hand of Optimus appeared before her, which she hopped onto and was then deposited on the floor by the door.

"We will return shortly, unless you wish to join us?" Optimus asked. Ratchet seemed to consider the question while Jorge and Catherine gave each other confused glances. The Elite on the other hand looked mildly worried at the prospect as he too was moved to the floor.

"Well, I don't have anything that requires my immediate attention," Ratchet murmured, "and it would be useful encase the adapter proves troublesome."

"Then it is settled," Optimus said with a smile that disappeared as he spoke to Catherine and Jorge, his tone filled with regret. "Unfortunately, you are not allowed to attend the meeting. Major Lennox sends his apologies."

Jorge laughed, "That's fine, we don't usually attend meetings that involve the General."

"Besides, there're a few things that need attending to," Catherine added.

"Down you get." Optimus offered them each a hand. With no hesitation both medics climbed onto Optimus' hands and were slowly lowered to the floor.

"Thank-you," Catherine beamed on behalf of her and Jorge. "Will you be needing me later, Ratchet?"

"I suppose," Ratchet agreed begrudgingly. "I'll call you."

"Good luck you two," Catherine called to Six and the Elite as she and Jorge left the room.

"Nice meeting you." Being all Jorge said before the door closed behind them.

Hopping forwards with a click that Six knew would get on her nerves she turned to the others, "Shouldn't we start moving?"

With an agreement from Optimus the group set off to meeting room. On the way they passed a few of the soldiers that inhabited the NEST base. While most of them kept their distance, Six noticed the curious looks that were sent their way. Those that did come over only exchanged a few words with Optimus before they left and the group resumed their trip.

All in all, the trip ending up taking almost twenty minutes due to Six's crutches and the few times they stopped. During the trip Six found it strange moving without her armor, she felt very exposed, and it felt as if she wasn't wearing anything at all. Despite the problem of wearing no armor niggling at the back of her mind, she did manage to remember the way they used form the Med Bay and some other key places. With that logged to the back of her mind Six entered the tall room, followed by Optimus, Ratchet and the Elite.


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