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3 days ago...
Pain. That's all he felt. Constant pain. His skin burned, his chest stung, and his bones ached. He could barley keep his eyes open. The first time he managed to open them, he saw a grey figure standing over him. The second, flashing purple lights. The third, a blue and green blob watching over him. He lost consciousness a few times, each time he dreamed of a memory.
UNSC Infinity, Many years ago...
He looked at his grey and orange helmet, standard issue for all Spartan IV recruits.
'So this is it?' He thought. 'When I put this on, I follow in my dad's footsteps.'
He stared at the helmet for a moment, before putting it on.
'I'll do you proud, dad.'
"Dude!" His team mate rushed up to him. "They're letting us customize our armor."
"Really?" He asked. "It's about time! Grey and orange was getting boring."
"So, what are you gonna do with yours?" His comrade asked.
"I think I'll go with a red and grey color scheme." He replied.
"Why not black and red?"
"It seems to cliché."
"So." He started to say. "This is what it was like to wear the Gen I Mark VI?"
"I know!" His comrade, clad in ODST themed armor, replied. "It's awesome."
"Heck yeah it is!" He said. "Maybe now we'll be as bad a# as Master Chief."
"You wish."
He turned to see him standing there, wearing pitch black recon armor with a red visor.
"Get lost Scorch." He said.
"You think that armor changes anything?" Scorch asked. "Face it, you'll nothing but a pathetic reject."
"Hey!" His friend protested. "We're not rejects, we're just as good as you."
Scorch responded by punching him in the face.
"Don't!" He hissed. "Ever, compare yourselves to me!"
"Leave him alone!" He said, trying to defend his friend.
Scorch grasped him by the throat and lifted him in the air.
"Why did they even bother letting you in?" The bully asked. "You're just a idiot trying to be something he isn't."
With that, he was dropped. The other Spartan just walked away. His friend walked up to him, trying to make sure he was alright.
"Don't let him get to you Burn." He said, helping him up. "You're a great Spartan."
"Thanks, Matt." Burn replied. "How about we go watch more of that new show I found."
Many years later...
Burn groggily opened his eyes, seeing a purple celling. He slowly got up and observed his surroundings. He was in a strange room filled with purple lights.
'Am I, on a COVENANT SHIP?!' He thought, alarmed. He reached for a weapon, only to find himself unarmed.
"Ahem."
Burn towards the source of the sound, finding a figure in grey armor standing in the doorway.
"You took a pretty nasty hit." The figure said, walking towards Burn. "From the looks of it, you were shot, impaled, and hit with an energy weapon of some sort. It's a miracle you even survived, more so that you weren't crippled."
Burn lowered his guard slightly, seeing as the man before him meant no harm.
"Why are we on a covie ship?" He asked.
"Long story." The figure replied. "I'll tell you, but we should get you some food first."
Later...
Burn watched the man. After leaving the room, he was lead outside, finding a fire roasting a bird of some kind.
"You gonna eat that or what?" The figure asked. "Don't even think about wasting it, it takes forever to catch a wild turkey."
Before Burn could take a bite, gun shots went off behind the ship. The Spartan ducked in cover, ready for combat.
"Calm down." The figure said. "It's just some automatic plasma turrets I set up to keep the Grimm away."
"We're on Remnant?" Burn asked.
"Of course." The figure replied. "Where else would we be?"
"I thought we were on some other planet, given the space ship and all." Burn answered.
"That ended up here with me." The figure replied. "After the whole deal on Reach."
Burn froze for a moment, staring at the man before him.
"You were on Reach?" He asked.
"Yep." The other replied. "Was the only one who stayed behind, after the Pillar of Autumn left."
Burn slowly recognize the man before him.
"Noble Six?" He asked, slightly unsure.
The man stopped eating his cooked bird meat (with his helmet on, like Burn does) and looked at the young Spartan.
"Just Six." He replied. "No one's called me Noble for a long time."
"Holy- it is you!" Burn exclaimed.
"Is there a problem?" Six asked.
"No!" Burn replied. "I just find it hard to believe that I'm talking to you. You're a legend. You're the only other Spartan who was ranked Hyper Lethal."
"It's just a title." Six said. "Doesn't mean much."
"But how did you survive?" Burn asked. "Reach was glassed, nothing made it out."
"Well." Six began. "I was all that was left of the UNSC prescence on Reach. Covies were all over me. I fought off most of them, but they kept coming. And just when it seemed they had me, the ground collapsed beneath me. I found one of those weird artifacts that Halsey was studying, along with these two."
He gestured behind them, causing Burn to finally notice the two engineers. One looked like what he saw on video footage of Covenant attacks, the other was a greenish color.
"The green one is different than the rest." Six said. "He fixes people, not machines."
"Anyway, after I fell and found that weird artifact, a dropship blew apart the tunnel, making it large enough for it to fit through. As it fired on me, a shot hit the artifact, causing it to glow. Next thing you know, I'm in the woods, surrounded by Beouwolves, and no UNSC back up."
"Didn't you find help?" Burn asked.
"I worked with a huntsman or two, but decided to isolate myself." Six admitted. "Figured it was time I retired."
More plasma shots went off, followed by a dying howl of a Beowulf.
"So." Six said. "What's you're story."
Burn looked at him, before turning towards the ground sighing.
"I'm a reject." Burn said. "I was raised by ONI all my life, after my parents died on Reach. They thought I'd be the ultimate soldier, since I was the child of two Spartans, which they said should be impossible. Instead, they get a useless moron. I thought that if I came here, and trained under four great warriors, then I would be better, that I would make my father proud. But, I bet he's turning in his grave now. What a 'great Spartan' I turned out to be."
"Don't be to hard on yourself kid." Six said. "You're not that bad."
"What do you know?" Burn shouted. "You're Noble Six, legendary soldier, one of the greatest Spartans of all time! You're practically the best. What would you know about living up to the expectations of others, or the legacy of someone else?"
There was a moment of silence between the two, before Six spoke.
"I never tried to be the best." Six said. "I just wanted to be good enough."
"What?" Burn asked.
"You act as though I was born great, that I was instantly the ultimate warrior." Six continued. "But I didn't know this would happen. I was just trying to be good enough. Good enough to protect humanity, good enough to stop the war, good enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with my fellow soldiers."
"But how would you know if you were good enough?" Burn asked.
"I didn't." Six replied. "But the important thing was that I tried, tried to be not as great as someone else, but as great as I, myself, could be."
"And you should to." Six continued. "You think those great warriors who trained you thought they would be the best when they joined their line of work? They were just concerned with being good enough to protect their way of life, and those they care for. They wanted to be good enough to save the day. You have to stop comparing yourself to others, and just be as great as you can be, not someone else."
Burn sat there, contemplating Six's words. Then, he got up and started walking towards the dropship, before turning to Six.
"You wouldn't happen to have any spare weapons around here, would you?" He asked.
"There's a crate full of old plasma guns in the back." Six replied. "Expecting trouble?"
"Just preparing for a trip." Burn said. "I've got a few friends who need my help. And I hope its good enough."
Present day...
"BURN!" Matt screamed as he ran up to his friend. "You're alive!"
"It was just a scratch." Burn said.
"You were impaled with a machete, and hit with a giant laser beam." Weiss said.
"It was a very big scratch." Burn replied.
"What's that?" Ruby asked, gesturing behind him.
Burn turned towards the three purple crates, looking them over, before turning to his friends.
"Just a few plasma guns I found." He replied.
"Well, that's convenient." Rico replied.
"Why?"
"Cause Freeze just invaded Beacon with an army of biologically engineered Grimm, whose only weakness seem to be plasma based weaponry."
Burn stared at the A.I. for a moment.
"Man, I missed a lot." He finally said.
"No s #t!" Hicks shouted.
"What do we do now?" Grant asked.
"Well, my wannabe assassin friend." Burn said, eliciting a grumble from Grant. "We have three crates of plasma guns, a 15 year old prodigy with one of the greatest weapons ever designed, an heiress with the ability to control Dust, a former terrorist with a knack for stealth, and a Yang. What else do we do-"
The red and grey Spartan pulled out a plasma repeater from one of the crates, readying it.
"-but take back our turf."
S #$ is about to go down!
"Took you long enough to post this!"
I got distracted.
"By what, your poor writing skills?"
Anyway, tune in next time.