[Welcome warriors to the second chapter of The Adventures if Noble Six Revamped. I thank you all for encouraging me to make this possible. This update was long awaited but here we finally are.]
Previous conflict: Battle of reach
Outcome: Heavy UNSC casualties and pyrhic covenant victory
Next conflict: Battle of installation 04
Con current conflict: Human-Covenant war.
Chapter 2: Cold Fury part I
Victory...victory had finally been attained. The major human home world reach had collapsed under the night of the covenant onslaught.
Location: Unidentified space (most likely orbit of reach)
Reach, the human military strong hold, the last great obstacle which had long stood in the path of the glorious great journey had finally been overturned, Razed in the righteous fury that roared from the divine covenant empire. The spartan warriors, humanity's saviors no longer were further a hinderance. All slaughtered in the great struggle less than a day old. In the lone phantom which strove through space to rendezvous in celebration with the fleets main carrier "The Matrys Soujurner" Lunara couldn't help but smile. Her trophy, the last spartan warrior lay unconscious in her lap, helmet and all, scraped and battered...defeated. The other crew members of the final assault were sure to give her proper distance. To carry such a warrior, a demon in her arm was true suicide. Lunara was everything short of fearless.
"She courts death as though it were a male..." One sanghellian major whispered to his colleagues from across the phantom. "Does she know not his heresy?"
Another sanghellian more bold in his action looked up and glared at Lunara. "She is foolish, I witnessed the truth of the engagement, she did not defeat the demon, he collapsed in her arms from exhaustion." He then snarled. "No female could perform such a task."
Luna's smile vanished at those last words. All her life males had doubted her combat prowress and tactical leadership. She were an outcast in all she did. Great and small she stood alone, never truly accepted for her actions. Covenant hierarchy viewed her sex as weak and submissive. Her place was at home tending children and courting her GREATER half. That was not the life for her. While she would relish acquiring love of her own, such a male that would respect her being and view her as an equal had yet to reveal himself amongst the alike she was forced into association with. Sighing she returned to staring at the black visor which shown her own mandibles in return. How one lone warrior nearly stopped the covenant in their tracks was beyond her in every way." He was after all only human...no?" Lunara pondered the question as she felt their phantom dock in the first hangar. The sanghellians slowly piled out single file with Lunara in tow, heaving the unconscious spartan in hand.
In ceremonial style the covenant was lined up saluting the troops in standard covenant hiearachy. Sanghellian who dominated the covenant hiearachy secondary only to the prophetd them self, stoicly stood at the head of the line followed by the jiralhanae, jackals and grunts. The latter one snarling violently, throwing curses angrily at the duo. Lunara hardly gave them the time of her day. Her eyes fixated on her destination.
As she strode through the hangar, and eventual entered the violet halls of cruiser, she felt a jerk in her grip. Lunara halted, pausing to eye her trophy. The demon returned still, most likely stirred in his sleep. Wasting no further time, she pressed onward. After a few turns she approached a fairly large room lined with the same metal cages of before. The room held a total of six of these cells, two brute guards standing at attention, hungrily eyeing the quarry. One approached her, a captain smiling as his rustic bronze armor shingled about.
Hearty laughter resonated from within the armored beast, his companion formed a hideous smile."Hahaha a female has brought us dinner Daen...how shall we repay her?" The jiralhanae laughed as he spoke with his partner."A fine huntress indeed...may she serve us well."
Lunara's hand itched for her sword that rested holstered on her hip. With the flick of her wrist, the two beasts would lay slaughtered, crimson blood splayed on the shelves, drowning in thier own blood. Lunara did her best to stay her killing urge. Instead she clicked her mandibles coursely. "I require the ship masters exalted presence..."
"Ahahaha Lord Krayt, will arrive in his timing, drop your cargo and begone." Lunara was casually brushed off. Abandoning her keep would lead to its destruction. The accomplishment of her life, this could possibly bring the honor she desired. No the honor she had earned. Lunaea refused to see its mutilation.
"I will not depart a moment sooner than which I am graced for my victory."
"The female requires worship? How fitting! Begone until my hunger turns to other outlets." The brute lowered a hand to caress her face violently.
Lunara smacked the jiralhanae's hand from the smooth slick grooves on her armor. "You wretched filth, I shall slay you where you stand!" Yelled lunara fully enraged. How dare they try placating her? She had accomplished a feat incapable of her entire brigade. The brutish jiralhanae sorely lacked the grace and precision required to tame a demon.
"Hehehe...I'd be careful with this one you two..." A voice both tired, pained groaned from the armor below. "This ones different...dangerous..."
The two brutes looked to the demon on the floor, one of them groped him by the throat and lifted him into the air. "Silence demon! Or I'll break your bones and feast on your flesh!"
The demon laughed "Hahaha...oh you just don't get it do you? You may as well kill me now, if I walk away from this...I'll make sure I drag you to hell, just like your buddies down there."
"Grrr..."
"You see...you can take a lot of things from a man...his wealth, joy...his life." The spartan coughed viciously blood staining the inside of his visor. "...But you don't take his planet...and their you made your last mistake!" Six raised his arms defiantly and jabbed his fingers into the eyes of his captor, forcing the jiralhanae to release him. The reaper formed a weak defensive stance. The fatigue from his previous battle still weighing upon. The lesser brute lunged upon the grim reaper but was swiftly countered by an blinding elbow to his jaw, before he came around with the back of his armored glove. A blood curling crunch filled the room, aa the demon went forward delivering a barrage of rapid bone breaking punches, decimating his opponent. Within moments there screams subsided, two bloodied mess layed splain on the ground, the grim reaper slowly turned to face Lunara.
The sanghellian female activated her energy daggers, surveying the brutal carnage surrounding her."..."
Six picked up the fallen brutes arm: two the trade mark red plasma rifles and one sharp ngarled blade, crudely strapped as one, a brute shot..not His favorite, not quite as clean as UNSC grade ballistics weaponry but good enough for him.
"...the Demon still stands..."
"..."
"Are you the contact?" Six asked.
"Pardon?'
" Dont make me repeat it again. Are you the contact?"
Lunara was at a loss, the demon who had just slain two of her comrades now had began to question her allegiance. Surely she was not too side with such heresy." You have no allies here demon, I would n-"
Six sat down while keeping his brute shot leveled." Man you sure know how to stay in character, I gotta say you commit to the role well." The reaper casually shook off her words.
Lunara's confusion began to fade into shock."..."
Six stared at her for a good while."...wait so you arent the contact.."
The reaper's mind began to fade back to the hours before his final battle, as he had prepared himself he swiftly recalled his orders.
Flash Back
The sickly green atmosphere proved suffocating, what left of the UNSC prescence decimated and no working ships, the spartan had run out of options. His team had been systematically executed through brave acts of combat allowing for no back up. "Spartans never died, they are just Missing in action."
Six sighed. If only those words were true. " Well this completely and utterly sucks... Could be worse right? I could be married to an alien...where the hell did that thought cone from?" Six shook his head. " Dammit..."
A barrage of plasma rounds impacted his shields, jackals began to dash toward his position. The covenant was already starting to mop out the survivors. Six merely sighed. The reaper dashed forward close lining two jackaks breaking their necks on impact. Six slammed his dmr into a grunts face as he flung his combat knife into the skull of another. The reaper dropped kicked the elite minor who was the leadership of the patrol, knocking out its shields, before crushing its head with the heal of his armored boot. Six rolled forward, decapitating a grunt with Emile's combat knife, while round housing a jackal, popping its eye out of its socket, blood messily gushing out of the wound. Six was sure he would have to conserve his ammo and conserve his ammo he did. Six jammed his knife down the last jackal's throat, blood gurgiling resonated from within.
"There are bound to be more, I best keep moving"
As the reaper continued down the dark halls of the ship yard he encountered very sporadic resistance. A few well timed melee's and dmr rounds stiffled the commotion to an eerie silence. The spartan had one last hope. It was a long shot but within Reach's atmosphere lied two UNSC strong holds. Oni Sword base and Oni Castle base. Sword while within his immediate vicinity had long sinced been demolished to avoid covenant occupation of important UNSC data logs. Doctor Halsey mother of the spartan II program and to lesser extent, step mother of the spartan IIIs had painstakingly put her efforts into constructing what she claimed would be the smart A.I to "Win the War". Needlessly Six was skeptical. War was not won by computers but by brave men and women. However the smart A.I chose Six to serve as her guardian to The autumn. Upon there departure from Sword, The base was detonated.
"No use returning there."
However the spartan recalled one interesting detail. His fellow squad mate Jun was assigned to escort Halsey safely to Castle base for export off planet. There where no accounts for the status of Castle base and as such it could possibly still have functioning aircraft. Possibly, the word's echoed through six's skull.
" Dot update me with the coordinates for Oni Shield Base." Six ordered his A.I.
"Copy that Noble Six." The smooth metallic artificial voice responded.
Six ran toward the hangar of the ship yard, Air travel was suicide at this point, and walking would take far too long. He needed a hog. The hangar was barren, the only operational transports were most likely taken aboard the Pillar of Autumn or deployed in the evacuation. Cursing under his breath he turned to leave until through the corner of his visor he noticed his salvation. A rugged mongoose. Six examined the engine unware if it were in working condition. He prayed as he activated the egnition. The engine sputtered to life. The spartan was eternally grateful.
The drive to castle base was riddled with obstacles. Needler rounds and carbine shot were all aimed at Six, What his shields didnt reflect, his mongoose took the assault, Mowing down covenant as Six continued to accelerate. He had roughly a few hours left until his journey would end. Weaving through the mountainous terrain the Six's quarry failed to catch him. Covenant troops were begining to fall, back.
"Glassing I bet..."
As if on cue the high pitched shockwave of the plasma mortar was heard in the diatance, "purifying" the heretics. Six didnt bother turning. He knew what to expect. His visor remained fixated on the off road ahead.
Time passed and six heard the Ambient cry of banshee's in the distance. Plasma rounds tore through the rocky road, a few nearly snatching his tires. He carefully atrafed back and forth. His dmr rounds impacted with the wide domed frames but failed to pierce the cock pit. Fuel rod shells exploded around him, the spartan remained calm. Castle base was within his sights.
" Finally! Free at last..." Six smirked as he rounded the corner the cliff side transformed into a cavern, the banshee's retreated acknowledging defeat. Six continued through the sub terrainian of castle base. The red emergency flood lights were in effect, the covenant's consistent hammering of the base must have destroyed the main power generator. Six's nerves eased slightly only tensing at a familiar sight. Small arms rounds and plasma rounds richoetched off the pavement. Two UNSC marines were backed against an overturned Warthog fiercly battling for thier lives.
" Shit! There are two many!" A brown haired seargent yelled.
"We cant give up now!" A female captain cried. "We havent lost yet!"
"The others are dead, the transport is gone! We are out of options!" The saergent screamed.
" Get a hold of yourself sarge!" The captain fired her MA5B assault rifle
The covenant attack party were skirmishers partnered with a brute chieftan wielding a gravity hammer, snarling in anticipation.
"Dammit it all! They even took out the spartan!" The sarge went on. "He was supposed to rendevous with us already! Where the hell is he!?" The sarge and the captain managed to take out a skirmisher, bullets shredding through its flesh. The chieftain lobbed a plasma grenade over the marines make shift barricade.
"Look out!" The sarge pushed the captain out of the way, within a flash he was engulfed in flames, his corspe scorched entirely.
"Sarge no!" She turned as the covenant ran her way blood oozing from her leg. "Can't move..."
Their leader ,the brute captain, readied his hammer. But as he lowered it, a mongoose collided with his face. On top, was spartan B312, Noble six.
"Well that was good timing..." Six thought to himself as he leapt from the mongoose, sweep kicking a jackal off its feet and slamming his fist full force on its head. Reving the tires, grinding the brutes face into a bloody pulp. The remaining skirmishers darted his direction as Six merely cracked his knuckles. The spartan punched a whole through the skirmishers stomach,and slammed his dmr into the chest of another shattering its ribs. He stunned the next skirmisher with a torrent of jabs, breaking its frame. The last hopped to its feet attempting to flee only to be impaled by a neesler filled melee. Pink mist filled the air as the target super combined into oblivion.
Six turned to the marine. "Are you alright?"
The marine winced in pain."Im pretty banged up..but I'll live."
Six examined her wound, he began walking toward a door way, grabbing a medpack but paused as he felt a tremor. The chieftain rose up prepared to crush Six with his hammer. Six caught the hilt with one hand and stared the chieftain in the eye. "I'll be taking this." Six shoved the hilt back, snapping the chieftain arm, into its socket. The reaper unsheathed the knife with one hand and plunged it into the brute's skull, carving him down to his neck.
"Rest in peace." Six holstered his new gravity hammer and knife. A moment later he sprayed the biofoam over the marine's plasma burn wounds.
"Thanks spartan. The names captain Maria leigh. Our squad was assigned to hold off the incoming hostiles until all important staff and personel could be evaced. We were about to get our sorry asses out of here but they blew up the last transport. Stealth elites, tricky bastards planted explosives in the south hangar. We fought back and managed to even to seal off the entrance way to the rest of Castle. My squad was cornered though and things were looking bad. Thats when our spartan decided to stay behind and by us enough time to get the hell out. He told us we were going to meet up outside the hall way to the data logs. Its been over 3 hours and he hasnt come. Nothing on the coms either. Covenant must'-"
Six interrupted. "What were his tags?"
" I didnt analyze him that hard, but I did hear Halsey refer to him as Jun over the comlink."
Six's eyes narrowed. Jun was the last surviving member of Noble team aside from himself. If he died then out went the legacy. He was a lone wolf, what he started he would end as." Are you certain thats the last transport off this Reach?"
"Pretty positive sir, that was all that was left, but if you want to confirm it the data logs are just down the halls"
Six began to trudge down the hall way, his marine companion in tow. He had to be certain, to put hia doubts aside, that this was the end. The spartan yanked Dot from his helmet and inserted her into the large black console.
"Dot check for the any transport off of Reach within Castle base."
"One second Noble Six." Dot scanned the console.
Six held his breath.
"No functioning transport within Castle Base.
"... Shit..." Six silently cursed.
"Well there you have it sir we are screwed." The captain sighed. "The fight ends here. Atleast we may be- gah!"
Six hopped to his feet. An energy sword pierced through the torso of Maria. Effortslessy she was kicked off the blade, her blood pooling around her. From the placement of the wounds her spinal cord was snapped on impact. She died only moments latter.
A single elite field marshall decloaked itself roaring at the spartan. It lunged at six but was swiftly parried by the draw of the reapers gravity hammer. The marshall swung continually, but each swing missed its target. Six evaded every blow. The field marshall lunged in the air, Six stood in a batters position. The elite roar turned into that of a scream as the impact careened it through the solid concrete wall.
"Home run." Six tossed the hammer aside slumping to the floor in resignation. The spartan was truly lost for options. Alone on a doomed planet. An arguably fitting end for a killer such as himself. "Guess all thats left now is to fight them till I can't."
"Get up." a figure called from the opposing side of the hallway.
"Identify yourself"
"Oni class personell" The blue cloaked figure approached six. "Thats all you need to know spartan"
Six looked up. "The figure before him was over 7 feet tall, from appearance and voice masculine in nature. He face was concealed by a black haunted visor. And his legs and hands were an armored white. A true reaper. " You are hyper lethal, the grim reaper of Oni, your mission can not end here."
"My objectives were to deliver the package, the mission is complete" Six countered.
"Your mission is to win the war and save humanity. Only then can you die." the figure went on as he walked to the computer console and retrieved Dot. "Hmm..." He revealed dots flashing panel's avatar and began to tinker with the chip. It flashed Blue then pink, before remaining pink.
Six stood at attention. "What are you doing?"
"Im..." Updating" her firmware. As well as including a message you are too deliver."
"What do you mean.." Update" and a message?"
The figure turned his way "You will understand in time...and yes a message to a contact behind enemy lines. She was deployed during the invasion of reach, she has abadoned the convenat cause, and Oni wishes for you too rendevous with her. Spartan B312."
Six was lost. Never in the history of the entire Human Covenant War was there ever a case of a covenant defector. Not even in a planet wide apocalyospe did he recieve a break. "How will I recognize it?"
"She will make her prescence know, just do what you do best. Fight. Cause enough destruction to signal her attention. The rest will come naturally." The figure hand Six Auntie Dot as it turned to leave.
"Dont you mean IT not she?" Six corrected him.
The figure glanced back."I meant SHE." Within an instant he vanished.
"What the hell..." Six looked onward. The world was spinning. Six was at a loss. The man clearly had high level oni intel as well as having access to UNSC grade armor. But something about this all felt off setting to Six. Still of it were a chance to survive he would take it. Leveling his dmr on his back he walked down the bleak hall way. Uncertain of what awaited him ahead.
Flash back end
Six bore into lunara'is eyes through his visor. The reaper was certain she had to be the contact, the oni officer was refering too. She already met the criteria of bieng female, and in addition she spared his life. If this was not who he needed her to be, then at the very least the spartan could commandeer the corvette and make a blind jump elsewhere. The reaper tried one more time. " Are you my contact? Just drop the act already."
Lunara circled Six." I would never commit to the ultimate heresy of siding with a human."
Six sighed however a memory flashed before his eyes.
"She will know what to do after you show her the message."
"Auntie play code 00006 audio video log"
Lunaraceased to remove her guard."What are you-"
A blue holographic recording of three prophets sputtered two life. The recording was in flawless detail capturing the ever so minute highlights. The prophets all sat upon there thrones, distraught within despair. The leader, the high prophet held his head in dismay.
"Humans...the heretics...their seed is the root of the mantle." His voice dragged on, visibly agitated. "The genectic structure of thier kind, resembles the Gods more than any known species in the known galaxy."
" The covenant was built upon the notion that the forerunners had transcended there mortality into Godhood...no mortal bieng of their descent are to remain..." Said another prophet.
The third prophet interjected."The covenant is in grave danger...if the other races discover this, it will end in disbandment."
"Hmm...then we are to eliminate all evidence, starting with the humans. Declare war on the humans, brand them as heretics an afront to our Gods."
The prophets slowly turned away. " The great journey, will be at hand.."
The recording fizzled out.
Lunara fell silent, her energy blades retracted into a warm blue mist. Her entirely life had been devoted to serving the great journey, and now it was all for naught. Her people suffered many loses, her people responsible for genoiciding an innocent race, all for the illusion of obtaining godhood. Lunara knew not for certain, but she could have sworn she was screaming in rage.
Six watched on in awe. "How did Oni manage to get that...better yet...where the hell did they get it?" Six silently contemplated the event he just witnessed.
"If the prophets believe I will allow myself to be their pawn..they are surely mistaken." Lunara grimaced as she faced Six. She felt herself choking pn her words. "Demon while I care not for you or your engagement...you may prove useful in your struggle against the prophets. I will spare your life and assist you in your escape. However demon, you are to allow me to journey away from here with you."
Six weighed the options. Having an allied force to assist in his escape could prove vital. The spartan understood he couldnt return to any key UNSC outpost, as goes restrictions per cole protocol. The reaper was on his own and this elite was his best chance of a smooth escape. "Alrigt but im warning you cross me and I'll send you screaming into the black .
" You will try demon." Lunara scoffed.
"I never make a girl a promise I cant keep." Six groaned as he felt his muscles ache.
Lunara clicked her mandibles and frowned."Charming till the end."
"Well you are t-
"Quite the womanizer arent you Six?" A familiar voice groggily interrupted him.
Six slowly crept one of the purple cells. A spartan clad in olive green combat armor, wearing the scouting mljnoir lay strapped against the steel wall, hands bound in plasma restraints. His armor was coating had lost its shine, and plasma scorching riddled the decal. Jun had seen better days.
"Jun...you're alive!?"
The olive spartan hung his head. "One ass beating later...yes"
The wolf had regained a lost member of its pack.
Transmission over
[Well here is the complete Version of chapter 3. After finishing the preview I felt very hyped to complete the rest of it. Now We learned what exactly happended in the time period between six realizing he had no escape off of Reach, too his capture by Lunara. Yes im fully aware that with 343's new retconning Jun managed to escape Reach and found the spartan IV program. Bear in mind this is still however based around my original adventures of noble six just in a neater cleaner and serious sense. Jun was a major player in the first story and to not include him would weaken the team dynamic Six and Jun have. Now some of the key differences between this and the original, includes an enhanced perspective from Lunara, as well as Six having a reason to obtain the recording of the prophets discussing their war objectives. The mysterious Oni agent has been moved from appearing in the prologue to now appearing in chapter 2. All in all i very much enjoyed writing this chapter as it ecen gave me ideas for my future works. As of Next my attetion is going to The New Adventures of Noble Six as it deserves its long awaited 6th chapter. So please tell me what you thought about this chapter? As always im happy to here from my readers, you all make this enjoyable for me to do. Well the Rogue Black Knight is signing off.]
Chapter 4 Cold fury part II
Six trudged down the hall way"Something isnt right..."
"SPARTAN!" Six turned around narrowly guarding against the energy sword with the hilt of his gravity hammer. A 9 foot tall sanghellian male, clad in golden armor, red cape, armed and shielded in ornate armor lumged from the bridge overpass.
"KRAYT!" Six yelled back as the two stared each other in the eye viciously clashing.