A Spartans Return

by EmperorRevan

He was never a hero. He was always the good little soldier, doing whatever the oni spooks told him to do. His story was supposed to end back on Reach when he was surrounded by the Covenant horde. He thought he was going to die there. That was when life went and gave him a second chance.

12. chapter 12

Six POV

I started grabbing grenades, not wanting to be unprepared. Two frags, plasmas, incendiary, Spiked, I went and grabbed an assault rifle. I had a magnum pistol on each leg for emergency. I had all my tomohawks on my back, my standard knife on my shoulder and Emile's kukri on my chest.

Connie walked into the room without her helmet, looking at me with a raised eyebrow, "Overkill much? I'm pretty sure we're not gonna find a large force of insurrection while we're there."

I gave her a quick glance before I started grabbed ammunition, slapping a magazine into the assault rifle, "We should be ready for anything, Connie. You know that." I heard her sigh.

"Yeah, your right. I just have a feeling that were not gonna need all this, and so far listening to my instincts has been to my, to our, benefit." She paused, waiting for me to answer.

I looked up from what I was doing, looking at her face, "I understand what you mean Connie, but right now, with freelancer hunting us, and having no help, we need to play it safe." She shook he her slightly and sighed.

"Alright, you say so Alex." She leaves the room, most likely going to get ready.

Time skip

Connie and I stood at the end of the ship as the ramp slowly went down. A few hours after me and Connie talked, we arrived at the planet where the insurrection is supposed to be located. Omicron had told us that he wasn't getting any Insurrection activity from the planet. That worried me.

Either this was a trap, or the insurrection had gotten their hands on some very valuable technology. Either possibility was worrying to say the least.

Omicron had told us that he was getting nothing regarding Freelancer activity but that didn't help with my nerves.

Connie and I hopped off the ramp, Omicron cloaking the prowler as soon as we were off the ship. Omicron had taken us to the most likely place for an insurrection base to be, close to a former UNSC base. We slowly crept up to it, no lights were on, no men on the walls.

My instincts were yelling at me that something was wrong but we pressed forward, quickly getting over the wall.

We, like at the previous base, stuck to the darker areas of the base and moved forward slowly, safety being more important than speed.

We eventually abandoned all pretenses of stealth and moved quickly to the center, still nothing happening.

'Maybe Omicron was wrong and some of the information on the ship was a bit outdated. If the insurrection was here, they would have already come down on us.'

Me and Connie stopped in the center of the base, looking around, the looming towers at the four corners of the base always staying in our peripheral vision.

Spotlight suddenly started lighting up in the towers, each one pointing right towards me and Connie.

More lights at our height were lighting up and pointing at us, blinding us. I drew my knives, knowing it would be too risky to use my guns, if I did start shooting there was a good chance I would shoot Connie instead of the enemy.

A man's voice echoed across the base, "Spartan B-312, Noble Six. A part of the Spartan III program and dubbed Hyper Lethal. Thought to have died on Reach, only to be found, saved, and placed in cryo, eventually being woken up by the insurrection to fight for them. From there you killed the leader, joined project freelancer, learned the truth, and escaped with your sister Agent Connecticut, A.K.A Connie."

"Who are you? What the hell do you want and how do you know so much? And why don't you come out of hiding?!" I looked around, knowing it was likely that the enemy had us surrounded.

All the lights started shutting off one by one, until all that was left was a light shining behind me, "I'm right here Noble."

I spun around, ready to throw my knife into the head of whoever was leading this ambush.

Only to immediately throw the knives to the side and stand at attention.

"At ease, Spartan." His voice was calm yet it exuded authority.

"Lord Hood Sir!"

Whaaaat? I had this thought when I first made the chapter, Lord Hood is described as the chairman of the UNSC, now we got Hardgrove who calls himself chairman. Thought Hood might be a bit peeved.Also, someone had commented that Six would be a wanted criminal, well this encounter isn't exactly on the books sense Hood is supposed to have gone missing. Hope you all enjoyed!