Chapter 16: Brutal Amputation
Disclaimer: I Don't Own Halo, Red Vs Blue or Any of their Respective Characters
A/N: Ok, so I'm just going to say this. I was originally going to leave major spoilers to Halo 5: Guardians and Season 13 of Red Vs. Blue. But I think it's better if my readers all find out these spoilers for themselves. I don't want to be the one to give them. In order for this Fanfiction to make sense, I have to make a few changes. From now on (and even from the very beginning), this Fanfiction is taking place in an alternate timeline. So, Halo 5 never happened in this timeline and also, the exact ending of Season 13 never happened either. So, with that explained, read away!
Sarge
Sarge began to wake up, as he let out a agonizing scream. "Damn it!" a female voice said. "I thought you said he was sedated?" Sarge heard a familiar voice answer. "Well, he was when we left Valhalla!" Noble Six said. "Just do your job, Doctor!" Doctor? As in that twisted Doctor Halsey? "Where am I?" he asked,\ in a angry voice. He tried to move his limbs, but failed to do so. "Calm down Sir." the Doctor said. "You are on a secure UNSC Vessel and you are perfectly safe." Sarge waved the thought of safety away. "How am I safe?" he asked. "You attempted to kill the Chief!" Doctor Halsey looked at him in shock. "So, he is alive?" she asked. "Yes, he's alive!" Sarge said. "But Red Team doesn't deal with traitors!"
"I'm not a traitor," Doctor Halsey said. "I just needed to save my life." Sarge was fuming with anger now. "So, to save your life, you attempted to murder a fellow Spartan?" he asked. "With whatever the hell that hybrid alien thing was?!" Doctor Halsey laughed. "You mean Tartarus?" she asked. "Tartar-what?" he asked. "Tartarus," Noble Six said, as Sarge heard something large lumber into the medical bay. Sarge turned into the direction of the noise, to see the hybrid walking in. "Oh, speaking of Tartarus." Dr. Halsey said. "You remember, the Covenant Elite-Brute Hybrid?" Tartarus looked at Sarge, growling. "Down boy." Noble Six said. Tartarus stopped growling and took a few steps back. "Tartarus, I have the weapon you requested," Noble Six said. "Courtesy of Charon Industries."
Sarge looked over to see Noble Six handing over a weird looking gun. Or was it a rifle? With a knife attached to it? "That's that thing that Grif called..." Sarge struggled to remember. "What was it called? The Grifshot he called it!" The Noble Six started laughing. "The Grifshot?" he asked, laughing hoarsly. "What a terrible name for a perfect weapon. No. This, is the Bruteshot. Used by Brutes when they took over the Covenant Empire. It fires lethal grenades having the power of killing three marines with one direct hit. Oh, and a knife to cut one's stomach open and watch their entrails and blood slowly leak from their body." Doctor Halsey made a face. "That's enough Six." He laughed. "Why?" he asked. "Because I don't want you to freak the patient out." Doctor Halsey said. "Can we get this surgery over with?" Six said, impatiently. "I want to give this guy his new legs and throw him back into the hell-hole that his buddies are at."
Sarge let out a laugh of sarcasm. "They're not my buddies." he said. "They're just people I associate with." Six nodded. "Whatever." he said. "Doc? Are the cybornetics ready?" Sarge was confused. Cybornetics? What cybornetics? "What cybornetics?" he asked. "You did notice you have nothing from the kneecaps down, right?" Six asked. "Excuse me?" he asked. Sarge struggled to get up a bit to look down at his legs. They were right. "What the hell?" he said. "You shot off my legs!" Doctor Halsey shook her head. "No. Your legs were too injured to function any longer." she said. "So, we used a high tech laser to cut off the damaged parts and as well, cauterize the veins." Sarge struggled to move once again. "What will you do with me?" he asked in an angry tone. "We can't just leave you handicapped." Six replied. "We'll give you fully functional robotic legs and as I said before, drop you back in that hellhole where your friends wait for you."
"They're not my friends!" Sarge shouted, then feeling sick to his stomach. "Calm down." Doctor Halsey said. "And save your strength." Sarge sighed and laying his head back. "Why should I trust you?" Sarge asked Noble Six. "You are infected with that parasite thing!" Six just laughed. "No, I'm not." he said. "Well, kind of. But I'm not really infected at all." Sarge was confused. "Then why are you under the influence of it?" he asked. "It's a very boring story." he said, as he walked over to a computer monitor on the wall. "I'm sure I could save you the details." Sarge got a bit angry. "I have the time, don't I?" Six laughed as he fiddled with the monitor. "Good point." he said. "Very well." He turned around and the signs of his infection faded, at least on his armor. "This is what I looked like before the infection." he said. "I was a Spartan-III, the sixth member of Noble Team, hence my 'name'."
"I was KIA on Reach, one of the UNSC's top colonies. At least, it was, before the Covenant found it." he continued. "We fought over a small farm town, fought over ONI's classified Sword Base, took the war to space and a lot of people died. Including the whole Noble Team." Sarge laughed. "Than how are you here right now?" he asked. "Shut up for one fucking second and I'll tell you!" Six screamed out in anger. "Six!" Doctor Halsey said, in a scolding tone. All Six did was ignore her. "Ok, so maybe a few months after Reach fell, somehow a few Flood forms found the dead Covenant and I." he said. "The Gravemind somehow managed to partially possess us. We became the ambassadors of the Flood, so to speak." Sarge laughed. "That doesn't make any sense!" he said. "Look Sarge," Six said. "All that happened was this: I died, the Gravemind brought me back and made me an ambassador thing, I go around helping the Flood because it's all I'm good for and I play both sides of the field now, like a mercanary."
"Or a Freelancer." Sarge said. "Do you want new legs or not, asshole?" he asked. "Okay, I'll shut up." Sarge said, probably for the first time in his life. "Good choice, dumbass." Six said. "Setting up set 2A." Six said, tapping the monitor. "Got it." Doctor Halsey said. "Ok Sarge, this is how this will work." Doctor Halsey said. "When the legs connect to your nearly destroyed kneecaps, these piston-type devices will permantly lock them in place, with the help of the locking mechanism we put on while you were out. Also, there is sort 'healing mechanism'. When it connects, artificial tissue will do it's best to connect to and repair damaged artery and vein tissue." Six interrupted the Doc. "Ok, the bionics have been prepped and are ready to be connected to the patient." Doctor Halsey nodded. "Roger that." she said. She went over to a computer terminal, which Sarge was going to guess that it controlled the "crane" that was moving the legs over.
"Aright," Doctor Halsey said. "Disabling artificial gravity now." Six nodded and complied with what Halsey said. Sarge suddenly felt weightless and began to slightly float. They both moved over to Sarge and got to work on fixing him. "This could have easily been avoided, Six." Doctor Halsey scolded. "Yeah?" he asked. "How?" She sighed. "You had to shoot him in his kneecaps." she said, angrily. "They wouldn't drop their fucking weapons!" he shouted. "Now isn't the time for this." she said. "Then why did you bring it up?" he asked. "I don't know." she sighed, as she brought the legs over to him. They both flipped them and they touched what was left of Sarge's crippled legs. "Lock them in." she said. Sarge felt the legs lock onto the locking mechanism, but didn't feel anything down there yet. "Also, we will have to perform minor surgery on your head. Implant another neural interface so your brain and the cybornetics, bionics or whatever you'd like to call them can communicate properly."
Sarge nodded, not feeling a response to be important. "Okay, the legs are connected, let's flip him over, face down." she said. "Roger that." Six said. They both flipped him over. "Ok, I'm going to sedate you now." she said. Sarge let out a small gasp of pain as he felt a needle go into the back of his neck. "You'll be out before you know it." Doctor Halsey replied. She was right. Sarge's eyes were getting heavy and soon, he was out like a light.
Sometime later...
Sarge eventually woke up, in a different room, on a cot. He sat up and looked at his new legs. They were painted standard-issue red, which matched his upper body armor. "Well, you survived." Six said, out of nowhere. "So, it seems." Sarge said. "Good." Six said. "Now we can drop your sorry ass off." Sarge looked at Six, ready to bash his head in. "Six!" Doctor Halsey said, with a very angry tone. "We can't just leave him yet! He has to learn to use his new legs!" Six just grunted. "Whatever." he said. "Anything to get this cockbite out of my face for good." Doctor Halsey sighed. "Okay Sarge," she said. "Think about standing up." Sarge went deep into thought about standing up, and it happened. "Good!" she said. "Now focus on taking a few steps." Sarge smiled to himself. I'll do better than that. He thought about what he wanted to do and it happened. Very fast.
His left leg lifted with lightening speed and collided with Noble Six's chin. He heard the crack of his jaw bone, as Six fell over onto the floor. And as he fell to the floor, Sarge heard what sounded like Noble Six gargling something. Possibly blood. "Oh my God!" Doctor Halsey said. "You killed him! You actually killed him! Why would you do that?! After all he did for you?!" Sarge put his hand up to her face. "Three things there, ma'am." he said. "A. He was a fucking asshole. I hated him. B. He shot me in my fucking kneecaps with my weapon of choice. And C. Just wait for it." He kept Doctor Halsey from talking for a few seconds until it happened. Noble Six began to move. He took off his helmet and collected as much of the foreign liquid in his hands that he could and started to drink it. Sort of. He then proceeded to force his jaw and upper skull back into place.
He put his helmet back on, revealing the visor to be cracked. "You cracked my visor." he said. "You cockbiting fucktard!" He reached for Sarge's Shotgun, which was still on Noble Six's back. He pointed the weapon at Sarge. "That's my Shotgun you are pointing at me." he said. "No. It's my Shotgun." Noble Six said. Sarge kicked Noble Six in the ribs and listened to the music of them shattering. He took the oppurtunity of taking his Shotgun back. He ripped the weapon from Noble Six's hands. Sarge placed the Shotgun back where it belonged. "Ok," he said. "Don't try anything else." Sarge began to notice a shimmering in the air behind Noble Six. "What the hell?" he said. "Well, now that you have been healed," a new voice said, as the shimmering figure became more clear. It was Agent Texas.
"Allow me to get you off of this ship." All of a sudden a holographic projection appeared from Tex's armor. "You mean, we. Right?" Church said. "No, I mean me." Tex replied. "You just came along for the ride." The holographic representation laughed. "Well, was I gonna let you slip away again?" he asked. "Eh, good point." she said. "Now, to get our Red Sergeant out of here?"
John-117
"I'm going to ask you one more time DuFresne." the Chief said. "What is Private Tucker's condition?" Doc looked up at him. "Tucker isn't in that much of a critical condition. Only one of the bullets entered his abdomen and I think it went in without breaking up." He nodded, pleased with DuFresne's report. "And the knife he was stabbed with?" he asked. "Tucker has not sustained enough damage to bleed out." Doc said. "If I start surgery now, he will make a full recovery. Except for minor damage to the tissue." He nodded. "Exactly what I want to hear." he said. "Now if you could excuse me, I need to talk to a traitor among us." Caboose looked at the Chief. "Traders?" he asked. "There are no traders among us. That would just be silly." Simmons sighed. "Not traders, dumbass." he said. "Traitors. You know. A person or people who betray their team. But who is the traitor?"
"Him." he said, pointing at Washington. "Oh, what the fuck?" Washington asked. John was on him in seconds. "You son of a bitch!" he said, punching Washington in the head and chest repeatedly. "You had to think that Noble Six was bluffing! And now, Sarge is probably dead because of you! You asshole!" Washington started to fight back. "Shut up, you little shit!" he said, head-butting the Chief. Washington got up and brought the Chief up with him. He charged the Master Chief into the wall of Blue Base. "Don't accuse me of shit!" he screamed. "He obviously wanted something! And I thought he was bluffing about killing Sarge! If you think I owe you an apology, you have another thing coming! You owe me an apology!" All of a sudden a knife got wedged into the wall. That scared the hell out of the Chief and possibly out of Washington.
"If you ladies are done arguing and fighing," Carolina said. "We have a problem. Tex is gone." The Chief came back to his senses and scanned the group. She was right. Tex was nowhere to be found. "Any idea where she would have gone, Church?" he asked. Church didn't respond. "Church? Why aren't you responding?" He turned to look at Church. He walked up to Church. "Are you damaged, Church?" he asked, tapping his helmet. Church fell over into the grass. "Fuck." the Chief said. "Carolina, correct your analysis. Church is gone too." Carolina sighed. All of a sudden a huge light appeared in the sky. They saw Noble Six fall from the light, followed by Doctor Halsey. And then Tex. "Mission accomplished!" Tex said. "Where'd you go?" the Chief asked. "And where's Church?" All of a sudden Church got up. "Right here dumbass." he said.
He pointed his Pistol at Church. "For one, don't ever call me a dumbass." he said. "Two, where the hell did you and Tex go?" Tex cleared her 'throat'. "We teleported with Noble Six and Sarge." she said. "After Sarge got his new legs, I attacked Noble Six and brought him back here for interrogation." Simmons cleared his throat. "Where is Sarge?" he asked. One last person came from the light. It was Sarge. "We accessed the ship's emergency teleporter terminal to teleport here." Sarge said, as he pointed his Shotgun at their "guests". "Of course after I got new bionic legs." The Chief looked at Sarge. "You got bionic legs?" he asked. "That's kickass." Sarge walked up to Grif. "I can prove it if you want." he said. "You, you don't." he said. "Are you sure?" Sarge asked. "I've already started to think about kicking Grif in the nuts!" The Chief walked over to him and pistol-whipped him in the back. "Alright, alright." Sarge said. "I'll stop."
Just then, their guests started to wake up. "Well, well." the Chief said. "Rise and shine, buttercups." He walked over to Noble Six and picked him up by his chest piece. "You. Explain yourself now." the Chief said. "Or I will brutally beat the information out of you. Slowly. I'm sick and tired of you always getting away. And you can't get away this time. So, fucking talk!" Noble Six grunted. "You can't beat the information out of me." he said. "I'll just heal. And you're wasting your time with me. I should disappear any second now." The Chief was starting to get angry. "What in the hell are you talking about?!" he screamed. Then, Six disappeared. Dissapated. Disentigrated. Whatever. "What the fuck!" he screamed. "It's a hologram, John." Doctor Halsey said, laughing. "He was never here! He's busy!" As the Doctor continued laughing, John lost it all. He walked up to Doctor Halsey and picked her up by the throat. "That's it. I'm done. I'm fucking done!" he screamed. "I'm done taking everyone's shit! I've nearly been infected by the Flood, you almost got me killed and you're fucking saying Noble Six got away?! I'll kill you!" He tightened his grip on her throat. "Have you lost your mind, Spartan?!" he heard Mendez say. That's all he heard before he blacked out.
Noble Six
Six walked down the hallway of the Mother of Intervention. "Keep close, Tartarus." he said. The ship had been abandoned for years now and they were only here for one thing. They were walking to the morgue of the ship, which was deep in the ship's underbelly. They reached the morgue and stepped inside. Six walked over to one of the capsules and opened it. On the inside, there was a man in white armor, with brown secondary armor plates. He was also wearing an old, gold visor E.V.A. helmet. Six removed the helmet. Tartarus started to growl and make guttural clicks. "We need this guy because he was an expert with AI programs and suit enhancements." He gently touched the man's eyes and nose, which as a Flood Ambassador, would infect him to that degree. The man started to wake up, as Six placed the helmet back on his head. "Welcome back," Six said. "Agent Maine."
A/N: So, the Chief has sort of lost his marbles. And Noble Six revived the Meta. Tell me what you think about this. Also, another apology. Since I have school and all, I can't afford to spend all of my time writing for all you readers. So, until the next chapter!
