A/N: In the next chapter, my sister's OC will be introduced. She has a Fanfic account too; you should read her story, The Noble Idiots. It's really funny.
Anyway, apologizes if this chapter is uh, slightly rushed and shorter than the rest. To be honest, I just really wanted to get this out of the way with. I am planning to make a sequel for this story; I have realized that Jun is literally the only person in this story who isn't going to be paired up with someone (My sisters OC is going with Emile).
So, if you want, you guys can submit a review saying you'd like your OC with him and whatnot. If nobody does, then that's fine, he'll either be alone or I'll create my own. So any feedback on the matter would be appreciated~

cнαρтєя 6 - єχσ∂υѕ

"Noble Six to Noble Team. Just crashed landed from the Ardent Prayer; Noble Five is MIA. Repeat, Noble Five is MIA." Scarlett tried again over the COMMS.
No response.

Once she got to the city, she didn't think, didn't listen to what the troopers were saying. She muffled out their voices, just wanting to focus on the mission at hand.
And get vengeance, for him.
It was the Covenant's fault, she repeated over and over. But it wasn't just about vengeance. She had wanted to keep his memory.
She knew, he had deeply cared for the safety of the Civilians, and had scorned Emile for not doing the same. It was odd, of course.
Why would he care so much - It was the exact point Sara had made. But he wasn't ordinary, and she knew better than to think otherwise.
And so, she had promised to herself that she would do what he would have done. Save as many Civilians as she could. She would make him proud.
Because, she knew, if it were her, he would have done the same.

Jorge didn't know how long ago he had forced Scarlett off the Ardent Prayer.
He didn't know where she was, or if she was okay.
He didn't know where the hell he was. All he knew was, those final words.
That final confession.
He remembered the final moments with her, the kiss before forcing her off.
He missed her, but he had faith she was alive.
He sat up, rubbing his head. He'd been knocked to the ground from the full force of the ship going into slip-space.
It had torn in half, meaning he was floating around in the middle of nowhere. He stood up, almost unsteadily on his feet.
He looked around his surroundings, before putting the helmet on he had discarded; He'd need as much oxygen as he could get. He picked up his machine-gun, checking on his HUD how many bullets he had left. 150. It had been drained a lot since the Firefight. Most of the other weapons were long gone, probably floating around somewhere in space.
Jorge started towards where he was certain the bridge was. If he could try and control this ship, he had a chance of getting home.
The chances were low. But why not try? It was either dying on this ship or seeing Scarlett again. The simple thought of Scarlett drove him even more to get home.

"How do we get to the tower?" A female trooper shouted out.
Scarlett hadn't really been listening; she'd almost been in a dream-like state, thinking about Jorge. Praying he was still alive, somehow.
She knew she had to evacuate civilians from Traxus Tower, but that was about it. Troopers had been requesting all UNSC forces to assist.
She was sure, if Jorge was dead, he'd be looking down on her and be pleased with her efforts to help the civilians. She tried not to think of him being dead. "...Elevator goes to the cargo port, cargo port goes to the tower." Another trooper was saying in response to the first.
"Gotta get in there!" The female trooper yelled.
"Contacts, to the west!" The first trooper yelled out, just as a group of jackals and brutes came out of the building. Scarlett tossed a grenade at the brute, killing it, before head-shoting the jackals.
"Okay, let's move in and find that elevator." The trooper suggested. The troopers took downstairs whilst Scarlett took upstairs, killing a few grunts that were attacking some civilians.
It was odd, not fighting with Noble Team, especially Jorge. The only time she'd been a 'lone wolf' was just after Jack had died. They'd been a Team, just the two of them. So of course, before she was transferred to Noble, she worked alone. Solitary, almost. But that was how she liked it. It meant she didn't have to communicate with others over Jack's death.
Working alone again, after another loved ones death...it certainly gave Scarlett a bad sense of déjà vu, which made her feel slightly nauseous.
"Welcome to Traxis Tower - Traxis evacuation in progress. Please move to your nearest exit. Thank you for you co-operation." A automated voice over the loudspeaker constantly repeated.
"Somebody, shut that damn thing off!" The trooper yelled.
A few brutes were charging over, so Scarlett tossed a frag grenade, killing them all. She then proceeded to head-shot the remaining grunts and brutes by her, as well as the ones harassing the troopers. Scarlett and the troopers continued up some stairs, where a Brute Chieftain came out of hiding, charging towards Scarlett. With the help of the troopers, he was taken down easily; now all that was left was a few jackals, which were killed with some grenades.
Scarlett pushed the button for the elevator, and went outside to see if she could find any weapons. She saw a machine-gun turret, which immediately made her think of Jorge. It was like a stab of pain to her heart, knowing that he could be dead. But she grabbed the turret and detached it, hoping to kick more covenant ass in his memory.
"What the hell is taking this thing so long?" The trooper asked anxiously.
"Uh, we're evacuating a group of civilians on the floor below ya," Staker's voice sounded over COMMS. "As soon as we're finished, I'll send the elevator back up." "Okay, everybody stay sharp. We've got to hold this position," The trooper advised. "Dropships!" He shouted, suddenly catching sight of one.
"They're heading to the courtyard - watch your flanks!"
The Covenant were planning to flank the group, by dropping troops off at the courtyard besides them, and where they had come from. Scarlett took position by the door of the courtyard closest to them; About four brutes and a pack of grunts emptied into the courtyard, but where quickly handled with the machine-gun. A Chieftain with a gravity hammer dropped out, roaring as he caught sight of Scarlett, charging towards her. She had to back up slightly, but eventually the Chieftain was down.
More Covenant began advancing up the stairs towards them, about three brutes lead by a Chieftain and four jackals.
It was almost as if the Covenant had wanted the civilians in the city to bear as much pain as possible - Brutes were violent, ruthless creatures, hellbent on giving pain. It made Scarlett fell uneasy, having to witness it all. She knew Jorge would feel the same, but would probably be a lot angrier and ruthless towards the Covenant. She wondered why he cared so much for civilians; it was an incredibly rare trait in Spartans.
Sure, she had cared about Sara in Visegrad - Scarlett, too, had seen her parents die in front of her eyes by Covenant hands. She knew exactly how Sara was feeling. Nether less, her compassion had never gone as far to the point of confronting Sara about it.
She was a Spartan - Sara just a civilian. As if Sara hadn't already seen them as monsters in suits, what good would it do?
But Jorge had looked past that - He had opened up his heart to Sara, because he felt sorry for her. He tried to comfort her - Emile had been right; Jorge did forget he was a Spartan; made for killing, not for comforting civilians.

The last of the Covenant were dead.
"Damn, Lieutenant!" The trooper called out to her. "Glad you're on our side. You better get that Elevator to the Tower." He advised her.
Scarlett headed over to the Elevator, where another trooper stood waiting inside.
"We'll hold position here until you find an accessible route to the tower." The first trooper explained.
Scarlett nodded and stepped into the Elevator, pushing the button and waiting in a awkward silence with the trooper.
Just being in the Elevator made her remember being with Kat in Sword Base. Back when things were somewhat better, then Jorge was still here.
The Elevator stopped at the cargo port. Scarlett headed out with the trooper.
"Other side of the hall there, Lieutenant." A trooper who looking after some injured civilians pointed out.
Scarlett followed their directions and saw a group of ODST's. She headed over to them.
"Yeah, there she is," one of them said to another. "The one we were taking 'bout."
So the ODST's had been discussing her. She wasn't sure what to think of that.
"Radio's been buzzing 'bout you, Spartan," an ODST explained. "Feel like jumping?" He gestured to some jetpacks hanging on the wall.
"Go ahead, try it on, Spartan." Another interjected.
Scarlett tried it on and tested it. She'd never used one before, but she'd get used to it.
"Welcome to the bullfrogs!" The first ODST said. "Other side, on my mark. 3...2...mark!" He called.
Scarlett and the rest of the ODST's jumped.
"We're gonna try and capture the landing pad, so the evac transport can land. Try and keep up, Spartan." He added, almost mockingly. Scarlett rolled her eyes. They jetpacked to the cargo port, where they encountered Covenant forces; grunts, jackals, brutes and even a Chieftain. They were taken care of pretty easily. Once they had cleared the cargo port, Scarlett arrived in a building just next to Traxus Tower.
"Head up to the roof level, Spartan!" The ODST advised. "There's the pad, east-end of the tower."
Scarlett looked around, confused. Where?
"Other side, other side!" Another ODST shouted, almost sensing Scarlett's worrying. "Entrance is on the other side!"
"Ah," Scarlett muttered, finding where. She jetpacked up, went through a few doors, and came across a group of troopers, civilians and a few ODST's holding position.
"Spartan, over here." A ODST called. Scarlett walked over to him and observed the area, before asking, "What's the situation?"
"We've got brutes covering all areas. Covenant are swarming the landing pad. We need to clear it or we'll never get these civilians out of here."
Scarlett nodded. "Alright. I'm working a plan."

After the landing pad had been cleared, the ODST let evac transport know. "Landing pad is clear. Send in the evac birds." He informed them.
"Copy that, birds away." The pilot of the evac transport replied. Two Falcon's landed either side of Scarlett; she hopped onto the turret of one.
"Pleasure jumping with you, a Spartan," the ODST said, saluting. "We'll hold this position. You just make sure that transport makes it out in one piece."
The Pelican pulled up, opening it's doors and allowing a large group of terrified civilians to get onboard.
"We've all got orders to evacuate," the Falcon pilot said. "Guess some of us didn't want to leave the job half-finished."
"Evac transport to Command; loaded up, ready to go." Evac transport said over COMMS.
"Copy that," replied Command. "Proceed at your discretion."
The Falcon's set off; Scarlett began picking off ground troops. Again, they were mainly brutes. Some even had shields.
"Fox Actual to UNSC frigate Stalwart Dawn," Sgt. Major Durvell said over COMMS. "Request immediate airstrike on Covenant corvette over starport."
"Solid copy, Fox Actual. Longswords are unavailable at this time, over."
"This is civilian transport 6 Echo 2: I need to go now, Sergeant Major!" 6 Echo 2 hurried Durvell.
"Hold on, Echo 2," Durvell replied, desperately trying to help. "Stalwart Dawn, I have multiple personal craft loaded with civilians. I have got to get them out of this city. I need air support, now!"
"As soon something frees up, you'll be the first to-"
"Not good enough!" Durvell snapped.
"I've got six hundred souls on board, Sergeant Major! I can't wait any longer!"
"Negative, Echo 2, I can't cover you! Do not take off!"
"Damn it!"6 Echo 2 shouted.
A few moments later, and Scarlett noticed 6 Echo 2 taking off, despite Durvell telling them not to. The Corvette immediately shot the transport down.
"Oh my god!" The pilot shouted, having seen this.
"Mayday! Mayday!"
"6 Echo 2, can you maintain altitude?"
"Negative! We're going down!" 6 Echo 2 panicked.
"Son of a bitch! I can't watch this..." The pilot muttered.
"Fox Actual... Should we send search-and-rescue birds?" Evac dispatch asked.
"Negative, Dispatch. No point." Durvell replied. Scarlett could hear the hurt in his voice.

The Falcon's approached a small park, where Durvell stood. The Falcon's hovered by him.
"Spartan. Sergeant Major Durvell," he introduced himself. "Hell of a day so far... Let's keep it from getting any worse, huh? Covies are all over my missile batteries, and I got five thousand civilians waiting for passage out. I need you to arm those batteries and fire those missiles from the central terminal. Understood? Corvette's been a pain in my ass for too damn long. Give it hell, Spartan!"
Scarlett nodded, jumping out of the turret.
"Troopers!" The Sgt. Major yelled. "We need to push them back off our beach!"
The troopers, Durvell, and Scarlett found some cover from a Wraith behind some rocks. Scarlett noticed a Warthog, and hopped in the drivers seat, ready to go. Durvell got in the gun, and a trooper in the passenger seat.

At last, Scarlett managed to get the middles fired. They clipped the Corvette's engines, forcing it to retreat. Scarlett stood, watching four transports making it out.
She felt like she had really avenged Jorge's death. She knew he would be proud.
She heard some static over COMMS, and then, "...repeat, this is Noble Two. Noble Six, do you copy?" Kat questioned worriedly over COMMS.
"Copy." Scarlett replied.
Kat sighed in relief. "We got your message a few hours ago...we couldn't risk open COMMS, though. Covenant have this city sealed tight...what's the situation at Starport?"
"The last transport is away." Scarlett replied.
"Alright. We're bringing you to us." Kat replied.
Scarlett pulled out a red flare so they could see her easily.
Of course, it reminded her of when Jorge had pulled the fleet out in the relay outpost, to lure more Covenant out.
She missed him, and she wished he could be here.
Most of all, she prayed that he was safe.