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joshua-olejasz: Don't worry, this version of Noble Six was Admiral Parangosky's attack dog for some time before the Fall of Reach.

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Noble Six: Reaper to Hero

Chapter 1: First Contact Combat

Six awoke, the suns rays like a soldering iron piercing the canopy of what appeared to be a forest, from the bottom of the six-foot-deep crater he found himself in. It took him but a second to have the last 10 seconds of his memory come back.

He felt everything, from the nauseating tug that was slipspace travel to the flashing orange plasma dancing past his closed eyes. He felt the flame and thought he died what felt like a hundred times before he passed out, the glassing carrying out its final vengeance against a Demon.

Rolling on to his side, Six threw up. The residual effects of EVA in slipspace slowly wearing off. "Defiantly still alive" he groaned standing up and taking stock of his surroundings. His helmet was embedded into a tree a few meters away, the visor completely missing at the point bar a few shards around the frame. Of his weapons only Emile's Kukri was in any serviceable condition, the expertly crafted blade virtually intact.

"Even the servos are fucked" Six said grimacing as the stretched he performed were sluggish and tugged on likely still injured muscles and joints from the three-month long field exercise that for all intents and purposes was how to get kicked off of your own fortress world one-oh-one in that was the Reach Campaign. It was only them he realised that the rather dark, lush forest was the complete opposite of the cavernous veritable desert that was the Azod ship breaking yards nor was it the orange peaks of a glassed planet.

Climbing out of the crater Six could now see a city though the canopy, down the mountain. It seemed vaguely familiar to the super-soldier. 'The architectural style reminds be of some of the Japanese founded colonies, I am defiantly no longer on Reach.' he thought staring at the megalopolis in front of him.

"Why doesn't matter, re-group, re-arm, re-task" he muttered to himself as he walked to retrieve the last wild and testament of one Spartan Emile. He took a good look at the grey coloured blade. "Spartans never die, they regroup in hell" he whispered stowing the knife across his torso, as he marched down hill.

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It was early morning before the Spartan found any further trace of human civilisation despite the loom of the megalopolis on the horizon. A small mountain village with a few motor vehicles driving around getting an early start to the day. 'Internal combustion?' Six thought with mild curiosity at the horrendously outdated energy source with most vehicles he has worked with being hydrogen-cell, electrical or fusion in the case of a certain non-existent space fighter denied by three successive administrations and his own suit of power armour.

It was until his saw the sign for the western entrance into town that he realised which planet he was possibly on. 'Welcome to Okuchichibu, Tokyo' the sign read in large hiragana script. Six having remembered the language of his childhood and having further language training recognising the wording instantly.

"Earth" he croaked in shock, the dull blue glow as he activated the heavily damaged Tactical Dock on his forearm. The screen loaded by no UNSC traffic was received, the diagnostic tool showing the transceiver as undamaged.

"Earth, Earth but no NAVCOM traffic. Tokyo's supposed to have a space port and be urban from coast to the tip of the mountain and has been like that since…" Six muttered before he lunged to the side narrowly dodging a fist… attached to a stretched arm… attached to a feline looking male.

A rather tall man of similar height to six dress in a brown sweater and jeans with quite the jawline retracted his fist placing a grocery bag on the ground with the other. "Now if I was a betting man, I would bet that your up to something. No one goes around in armour this early in the morning if they are not seeking a fight" The man spoke pointing at six.

"Villain, I ask once for you to surrender yourself into my custody." he continued pointing at the ground in front of himself.

Six said nothing but lunged drawing the Kukuri as he did. 'He has stretchable arms, strange, it gives his massive range with traditionally close quarters attacks but it means his overall strength at close range will likely immense will be less before he hits his optimal range due to his technique, either way the amour should hold.' He rambled internally as he closed the distance, narrowly slipping under the mans guard slashing towards the base of the neck. 'No witnesses' a voice he had thought he'd never hear again whispered in the depths of his mine.

"Aye, Aye Ma'am" he said resolutely increasing the pressure behind the blade as it met… The man's forearm? Six had barely a second to process before the other arm wrapped around his attacking hand and compared with the armour for possession of the blade.

'So, it's not just extension.' Six slammed his left fist into the now exposed chest of the man feeling with an odd sense of satisfaction the cracking but not quite collapse of his opponent's rib cage. 'Huh, that should have caved his chest in'. The man collapsed, blood running from his mouth and the forearm that caught the blade.

"Kilo-One-Actual, remember no witnesses" the same cold voice whispered from the depths of his psyche. He wrenched the man to his knees by the hair and readied the knife.

"TIGER" was his only warning as the very ground bellow him exploded into mud and rock, the for lack of a better word shrapnel sent him flying with the man being shielded by a much shorter blonde woman in a mini skirt and cat ears. "Mandalay coordinate help I'll deal with the villain" she shouted to the brunette woman in similar clothing only a few paces behind her, who nodded before moving to the downed man, Tiger.

This time Six had no warning, the ground beneath his feet crumbled his armour's powered skeleton gaining no leverage to uses its incredible strength.

As his body began sinking bellow the surface, the earth began squeezing, Mjolnir naught but an aluminium can. 'I did not somehow survive Reach to get offed by some cosplaying freakish bitch' His mind screamed as he tossed the knife to his left, catching it by the tip he the through it hard.

Pixie-Bob saw the knife mid flight but was unable to do anything by squeeze when it struck her. Blood spitting out of her right shoulder, staining her face, clothes and the woman behind her.

The crushing increased for a few split seconds then Six could feel it was over, he had lost despite either killing or at least incapacitating two of his three attackers. That last crush compromised either the main bus, the transformer to the control switchboard or the switchboard itself.

His armour had failed, shut off, half buried and somewhat crushed. Its constant use with no repair over the longest continual campaign he had ever fought in catching up to the experimental unit. It was only a matter of time. 'Just lucky it wasn't during an op' he thought, his vision getting spotty

Six let the exhaustion of the last three months consume him.

A/N:

Finally got some time to write (all two hours of it) and punched out 2400 words (Completely rewrote the draft). I feel rather proud of that considering the last chapter too 5 hours to plan write, edit and publish to a standard I liked. Not this chapter, two hours to write and ill edit for an hour before uploading.

Any way I hope its clear that Six is not going to be evil, but he was at one point considered worth the tactical values of multiple Head Hunter teams in one package. For a while Six will be morally grey if not outright Punisher style justice.

For those who like keeping score.

Noble Six: 0

Pro-Heros: 1

"You sunk my Battleship"