New Noble Team is back people. I found a writer who decided to work with me to resurrect the first fic I ever worked on. My partners name is Littletimmy223, I suggest you all go and check him out. I'm glad this fic is back up and running. Tell me what you think.
Colonel Holland was not entirely sure what the prospects of successful meant at this point. Yes, Noble Team had had it's share of successes and failures in the past, losing Reach being the most prominent of the latter. Still, with the new recruitment, the new tactics, the new-new soldiers, things were looking for the better.
However, if their team was to be the best of the best, they had to learn how to work together. How to operate like a team, like a true mercenary band should. This was not the time for fun and games, for light training that a single ODST soldier could go through in a week.
No.
This was the battle for humanity's soul, and right now they had managed to scrape together a fighting chance. After Reach was lost, all hope seemed to vanish. It was as if a flame had been suddenly snuffed, casting blackness and despair against the backdrop of Earth.
Noble Six, or Dark Wolf as of now, was resilient. He refused to die, he refused to succumb to that darkness. Instead of going to his tomb, he had fought back valiantly against the doubt and sorrow the Covenant threw everywhere they went. It was a sight to see, the old Lieutenant crashing into the Pillar of Autumn's hanger bay, all banged up but kicking.
It was in that moment that Holland knew he there was hope.
It wasn't easy, assembling a brand new team for Dark Wolf, after he had so recently lost his old one. Yet the man didn't seem incredibly perturbed when he was presented with his new set of soldiers. Jewel and Dark Wolf were now the only remaining members of that team.
Yes, there were setbacks. Yes, there was discontent when Dark Wolf learned of a third assembly for Noble Team. It was hard to see the people you care about die again and again, as if the pattern was never to end.
As Colonel Holland stood in the gloomy hologram room, he reminisced about these trying times, about these thoughts. His war-torn eyes were pinned to the screens in front of him, all displaying different information and updates.
Whatever the situation was, Holland knew that Dark Wolf had to get acquainted with his brand new team, and fast. If getting Reach back from the Covenant was to be their top priority, the Spartans had to be fully efficient and coordinated.
Hopefully Jewel had talked some sense into the stubborn Spartan. Holland could only hope as he continued his long, perpetual gaze.
Down the Hall
Jewel let out an annoyed huff as she trudged after Dark Wolf, their leader going astra...again.
She could understand his anger, his fury, yet now was NOT the time to be whining and crying about how unfair life is. She needed him to see the bigger picture, and if that meant being rough, so be it.
"Slow down will you!" Jewel shouted after Wolf, the Spartan not heeding her warning.
"I don't have time for this, just go away!"
"We need to talk, Holland wants us to be at our best tomorrow."
This seemed to get him to stop, as she could see his shoulders tense. She readied herself as the man turned around to face her, his eyes piercing into hers.
"Do you think I care what Holland wants? I thought you knew me better than that, Jewel! C'mon! I'm not the kinda guy to just run blindly following orders, as if Holland knows what he's doing. No one knows what we're doing! I trusted that man, I trusted this army, to carry me and my team to safety. Guess what happened? They're all dead now!"
Jewel could see the anger and temper flaring in his eyes. She could see the distrust and worry, the doubt that clouded his once lively features. "I'm still alive. That has to count for something, right?"
Dark Wolf huffed in annoyance, his helmet hiding a scowl. "They went behind my back, you went behind my back. I thought I could trust you, Jewel."
"You can-"
"Apparently I can't!" Dark Wolf cut her off before she could finish her response. "Which really sucks, it does, because I want to trust you. You were with me in the beginning, but now I'm not so sure where you stand. This new team, they're young and inexperienced. They don't know what they're up against. Re-taking Reach?" Dark Wolf laughed, "That's gonna be a tough one to pull off. How do I know you and Holland won't stab me in the back again?"
Jewel let out a sigh, her face in a state of frustration and sympathy. "You don't, honestly. But for now, I'm asking you to give these new guys a chance. They deserve that much."
Dark Wolf was silent for a moment, his brows furrowing. Jewel could see she had gotten through to him...for now.
"Okay."