*Author's notes*

It has been brought to my attention by some people that in the first chapter there were many mistakes as well as the misspelling of Cosmodrome in the second chapter. Yes, I made mistakes like misspelling names. Yes, I should have fixed them earlier. But, I though you people would have liked the story enough that it wouldn't matter. However, that is not the case so I fixed the mistakes as they were brought to my attention. If any more mistakes are brought to my attention I will do my best to fix them. I admittedly did not do any research for this story, but I figured that writing this by memory would be sufficient. So far I am pleased with this, but others are not. I have played Halo for almost seven years now and I had hoped that would be enough "research" for this project but some people aren't satisfied. For what it's worth, I'm sorry and thank for bringing the mistakes to my attention. On with the story… *End Author's notes*

Darkness, darkness is all I could see. It wasn't the kind of darkness that comforts you when u sleep or when you find yourself in death's embrace. No, this was something else. It was like the darkness was cold, like the dark vacuum of space. Was I in space surrounded by the wreckage of the covenant ship? Was Jorge on Reach fighting with the rest of Noble Team, did they even care that their new addition was dead inside of a month?

No, wait that can't be true, I remember waking up. I remember fighting some weird aliens. I remember being cornered and then passing out after hearing voices. Everything is so confusing. Wait if I'm not dead then where am I? Could I wake up? Am I still in danger, passed out in the store room of the crumbling building? Only one way to find out…

I opened my eyes only to shut them immediately. In the split second I had them open all I could see was a blinding light.

Alright, let's take this slow…

I slowly opened my eyes expecting to be blinded by a bright light again but was disappointed; the light was much more dim this time around as my eyes had adjusted to the harsh lighting. The first thing I realized was the fact that I was out of my armor and under a small blanket. Well the blanket was fairly large but was small in comparison to me and I could feel restraints on my arm and leg.

Where am I?

I was in what looked to be a sort of small hospital room. The walls and ceiling where a snow white color and the tilled floors matched the ceiling and the walls. The room reeked of antiseptic and stale air, but not blood nor did I hear any screams of the wounded, so where ever this place was it was away from a combat zone.

If I'm in a hospital then who brought me here, and what where those aliens that attacked me because they were definitely not part of the Covenant Empire unless they found an even uglier species than the Elites to recruit. But even if that is a possibility, which I highly doubt that it is, that still doesn't answer my question, in fact it just raises more.

Before I could think any more on the subject an audible click emitted from the door's handle.

Whoever brought me here really didn't want me to leave, but if they think that a couple restraints and a locked door can restrain a Spartan then that raises again the question as to who brought me here. Maybe they drugged me and don't think that I need to be restrained any more than I already am.

The door opened and two people walked inside. They were female if I had to guess since even through the armor they wore their feminine curves showed. However that wasn't what had intrigued me though. The armor that they wore was unlike anything that I remember seeing in the UNSC or even the Insurrectionists using. One of the female figures was clad in a cloth suit that had a few armor plates attached in key areas, with knives attached to other places. On first glance I counted four knives on her person. Two in a cross fashion on her armored chest, one on her hip, and another on the inside of her leather boot. She also donned a cloak that reached the small of her back and a helmet covered her face. The other female character was clad in somewhat similar materials, but in a severely different fashion. While the other's armor obviously offered mobility and stealth I wasn't sure what the benefit of this particular armor set was.

The armor in question resembled something of a thick battle robe that was closed around her torso but was left open and hanging from the waist down, probably to keep her legs from being restricted by the thicker material. On her arms rested thick leather gauntlets and her legs were clad in a lighter material than the rest of her, for mobility reasons most likely, and her feet were clad in thick leather boots. No cloak and hood or knives adorned this person, but they did conceal their face from view behind an oddly shaped helmet. They just stood there expectantly looking at me as if waiting for me to speak to them. Silently, the moment drew on in awkward silence until I spoke up.

"Where am I?" I croaked out.

I must have been out of it for a while if my voice could break like this.

They didn't answer right away which raised a red flag. They silently glanced at each other before the one in the battle robe nodded to the other. They looked back at me before the one with the hood and cloak spoke up.

"We can't answer all your questions at the moment, but you are safe. The Vanguard leaders will be with you shortly, in the meantime your wounds are being tended to."

A female voice rang out, but something was off about that voice. While it was obviously female it sounded off, almost robotic, must be the helmet's exterior audio system. Still, this Vanguard was something definitely new and not UNSC. I could get my answers later, right now I'm being tended to, out of immediate danger, and I can rest for a while. I fell into a restless sleep.

Usually I don't dream since the few hours of sleep I get is usually due to passing out from extended time in the field, but this time it was different, I dreamt. I dreamt of fighting, fighting the covenant to take control of their ship. I dreamt of the marines dying one by one in the most painful ways. I dreamt about Jorge looking at me with disappointment and discuss at my failure to keep the marines alive. I dreamt of how he ordered me to stay behind as penance for my incompetence. Of course that didn't happen, but that didn't stop it from seeming any less real at the time.

I awoke in a cold sweat, panting hard, and pulling against my restraints in an effort to sit up to no avail. The two, who I'm still assuming are female, pulled out rifles from somewhere on their person and had them trained on me.

After a few minutes of trying to get my breathing under control I asked them, "How long was I asleep?"

Realizing I wasn't a threat or trying to get out of the restraints lowered their weapons and the one in the battle robe answered, "About twenty minutes. Why did you wake up screaming your head off and who's Jorge?" She asked, not in a demanding or threatening tone, but it almost seemed like a tone of caring.

No, no that can't be it. No one could care about me, I let everyone down, let them die. It must be the helmet's audio systems. I realized that they were still looking at me expectantly for an answer,

"Who?" I asked.

Maybe they were gullible enough too fain ignorance.

"Don't play stupid, you where rambling in your sleep. You kept saying Jorge over and over, so who is he." The other one demanded.

Before I could continue with a reply the door opened and in walked three more curios figures. The first was a giant of a man with pale blue that could rival Jorge in size. He wore an unfamiliar armor configuration as well. He had this stoic do not fuck with look on his face, perhaps a Spartan? The next to enter the room was a short African American lady who also donned an unusually purple battle robe. This one gave a small smile to the other two. She seemed nice enough, which is what worries me. The ones you least expect are the ones to hurt you the most. The final figure that came in was also wearing a hood and cloak but it was what he was that made me do a double take.

"So this is the anomaly that we picked up on our scanners?" The one with the hood and cloak answered.

The lady with the hood nodded her head in agreement, "Ya, this is him. We found him fighting an elite squad of Fallen. After we moved to assist we found him passed out from exhaustion and blood loss." The woman with the helmet and battel robe explained.

"I'm right here, I can explain more accurately if you want?" I spoke up.

"Then start with who you are and what you were doing in the Cosmodrome." The man with the blue skin ordered pointedly.

Obviously this was someone of a high rank.

"Sir, Spartan B-312, team designation Noble Six of Noble Team, I was part of Operation Uppercut, a counter offense to the covenant capital ship orbiting Reach. The plan was to use a slip space drive as a make shift bomb. The remote detonator was destroyed and our pelican's engines took a hit. I stayed behind to detonate the bomb manually while Noble Five free fell back to Reach to link up with the rest of Noble Team. The next thing I know I wake up in a rusted relic of a plane fighting aliens that I didn't know existed. I got corned in a building and then passed out. I guess your team moved to assist since I'm still alive." I finished with a huff.

They all looked between each other and those without helmets had confused looks attached to their faces. They turned to me and the one with the blue skin addressed me.

"Have you lost your mind, what are you going on about?! Covenant, Operation Uppercut, slip space bomb? I don't like being lied too, so what really happened because we picked up a strange anomaly coming from that area and then we send out a team of Guardians only to rescue your sorry ass from an elite squad of Fallen!" He roared.

"Sir, I don't understand, that is what happened. Unless…" I trailed off. "What planet and system is this?" I asked with a sense of urgency in my voice.

They seemed taken aback at either my tone or the question, I didn't care. I needed answers, right now!.

"Your on planet Earth, of the Solar System in the Milky Way Galaxy." Cayde chimed in.

I could feel the pigment drain from my face.

Then it's true. It wasn't possible, I mean it was in theory, but it can't be happening to me, not with a campaign against the Covenant raging so close to Reach. Was I transported to an alternate reality through a slip space anomaly? No, no this can't be happening.

I started to hyper ventilate, making the others in the room look alarmed. The African American put a hand on the blue skinned man's shoulder; it looked so small in comparison.

"Maybe you over did it this time?" She stated softly. The man with the hood took a step toward me and raised his hands in a calm manor and stated, "Calm down, calm down, your fine." "No! No I'm not!" I spat now pulling against my restraints. "And why is that, please elaborate." The African American asked in a calming tone.

After a few minutes I got my breathing under control and started to think things through.

If I am in an alternate reality then how do I get back, actually how do I get this to make sense to these people, and how do I go about this without being thrown into a mental ward for sounding crazy. They were looking at me expectantly waiting for an answer.

"This is going to sound crazy but I'm not from this reality, I'm from an alternate reality or dimension or something." I stated.

This got me some strange reactions. The two in the armor looked at each other while the robot in the hood and cloak did a double take. The African American looked at me slack jawed and the big blue guy still had his stoic expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, could you please elaborate further?" The African American lady asked after regaining her composure. "I'm not from this dimension; I'm from an alternate reality where Humans have formed one singular military force called the UNSC and have been fighting a bloody war against the alien conglomeration known as the Covenant." I stated in a huff. "Right, we'll have him locked up in the brig until we can arrange transport to a mental ward for treatment." The blue one stated while turning around to leave.

The other two that came in with him turned to leave as well and the two armored females moved to take me to this brig.

"WAIT!" I cried out. They stopped and turned to me and the other two females took a step back as well. "Look at my armor system; do you have anything like that in this dimension? The UNSC and ONI insignia are painted on to it. In the back left utility pouch on my belt line are my dog tags and TAC pad. Please, you have to believe me." I begged.

This got them to think; they turned to each other and began to talk to each other.

"He doesn't seem to be lying; maybe he really is from another dimension." The African American lady started. "Do you realize how crazy that sounds?" The blue one argued. "I'm an Exo, you're an awoken, and we all have special abilities from a small sentient planet in the sky, I think that a man from another dimension isn't all that crazy." The robot pointed out. "Fine." The blue man relented.

They turned back to me and the blue one spoke up.

"For right now, we'll give the benefit of the doubt. You'll stay here for now and recover while we look over your armor and make a decision on what to do with you. But let me make one thing clear, if we find out your lying or make any kind of trouble I'll though you in a the mental ward myself, do I make myself clear?" He said sternly.

"Sir yes sir." I stated.

He nodded satisfied and the walked out without another word, the other two following suit. The door was shut with an audible click and I was left in silence with the other two females in the room, but the silence didn't rein long though.
"You can put your weapons away; I'm not exactly in fighting condition even if I wanted to try something." I stated.

Though weapons never bothered me since my entire life has revolved around the concept of war and weapons, they seemed like they really didn't want to keep them trained on me for however long it took for those people to come to a decision. They looked at each other before shrugging and then leaned them up against the wall within arm's reach. Again silence reined and again it was broken, but this time by the one in the hood and cloak.

"So what are you?" She asked.

I didn't answer immediately, I had to think things over carefully if I wanted to avoid the mental ward, then again what better way to earn their trust than to be truthful.

"I am a Spartan." I stated evenly. "A what?" The other spoke up. "Maybe I should start at the beginning. Humanity, in my dimension anyways, was exploring and colonizing the outer reaches of deep space when we came across a conglomeration of aliens that worshipped an ancient dead race thinking them to be there gods. They called themselves the covenant and they started a religious campaign against Humanity demanding our complete extinction to appease their gods. We were winning at first until set back after set back finally pushed us back into civilian systems. At this point a top secret program for the development of genetically altered super soldiers was brought to fruition after years in the making. I was indoctrinated at the age of six into the Spartan three program." I explained.

"You were made into a super soldier at the age of six!" The one in the battle robe exclaimed. "Not exactly, I was trained in war tactics, hand to hand combat, weapons usage, and more from the age of six to eleven. Then I was genetically altered into a super soldier and continued my training until I was cleared for duty. After that I was sent on various missions for a number of years until being transferred to Noble Team. On our first mission we engaged covenant forces that on planet Reach, they weren't even supposed to be there. The frontline wasn't even pushed back to that point." I explained.

"Wait, why is them being on Reach so important?" The one in the hood spoke up.

"Reach was the last line of defense against the Covenant, a shield world to Earth. If they take Reach then they'll have a strait shot at Earth and a lot of people will die. The back bone of the UNSC will be broken and it won't take long for the rest of our defenses to crumble afterwards." I continued.

"Did you push them back off the planet?" The one in the battle robe asked. "I don't know if we won or not. In a desperate effort to destroy the Covenant Capital Ship orbiting Reach we got the green light for Operation Uppercut. We linked up with a repair station designated Anchor 9 and defended the station with short range fighters called Sabres. During the defense the station's crew performed a service hall-out on the UNSC Savannah, removing and prepping the frigate's slip space drive for the operation. The plan was to board a Covenant ship and put it on a refueling track with the Flagship and then detonate the Savannah's slip space drive as a makeshift bomb. However, during the boarding process and when I took a team to the bridge to initiate a refueling sequence, our ride off the ship and the remote detonator took some nasty hits. The team I took to the control room died in the fighting and I lost my arm to an elite with an energy sword. My teammate, Noble five, freefell to the planet while I stayed behind to manually detonate the bomb. After that I woke up in that rusted out plane fighting those aliens." I finished with a huff.

At first they didn't move or speak or so much as make a sound to the point where I thought they were dead inside their helmets. Then the one in the battle robe spoke up, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"That's quite a tale, but I do believe you, the scares and missing arm are enough proof to convince me, but it will probably take more to convince Commander Zavala." She said.

That raised a very important question in my mind, one that my future in the field could depend on. If I find my way back to my own dimension if by some miracle, how will I fight with only one arm? Sure, Noble Two had a cybernetic prosthetic, but I doubt that I can get one until I'm back in my own dimension, and if the fight that I had experienced when I first woke up was any indication than I would need to fight to get back to my dimension, and that means that I would need my arm.

Just then the door opened up and in walked who I would guess would be Commander Zavala and the other two from earlier. They stood at the foot of my hospital bed and studied me for a second with some of the best damn poker faces I have ever seen; they could give a Spartan a run for their money.

Then Commander Zavala spoke up, "After careful consideration and looking over your armor systems and even viewing video footage from your helmet's camera recording feed, we have come to a unanimous decision, we believe you." This got my hopes up.

"However", he continued, "What we saw, your abilities and combat skills, we have come to the decision that while you may be missing an arm, you are dangerous. Now with that in mind, and against my better judgment, we have also come to decision of asking you a very important question; will you join us in our fight? We want to help you get back to your own dimension, but right now we cannot spare the manpower or the resources to help you. Now if you help us then maybe we can spare some people to look into the matter. So, will you help us?" He asked.

I didn't answer him right away. I had to consider the options rather carefully.

On one hand, I get involved in a fight that isn't mine for the chance of finding a chance to get back to my own reality. On the other hand was the implied imprisonment in a loony bin.

"It sounds like I don't have a choice, do I?" I asked. It was rhetorical, but sure enough I got a serious answer. "You don't." He said sternly.

Was this guy always so strict?

"Then I guess I accept." I stated. "Good, welcome to the vanguard, you'll be labeled a titan due to your fighting style and body build, which means you'll report directly to me." He said, gesturing to the others in the starting with the robot in the hood.

"This is Cayde-6, he's in charge of the Hunters, and this is Ikora Rey, she leads the Warlocks. And the two over there are Alicia, a Hunter, and Lily, a Warlock. You'll be joining their fire team, Fire Team Sun Down. In the meantime rest while you can and I'll look into getting you a new arm. Welcome to the Vanguard Titan."

"Sir, I'm rested up enough and ready for duty." I stated.

He looked at me for a second and studied me, then smirked.

"Very well, if you say you're ready, then you're ready. You'll report for duty with the rest of the fire team when they receive assignments."

With that said he abruptly turned and left with Ikora and Cayde in tow. Alicia and Lily both removed their helmets, revealing themselves to be purple colored robots.

"Welcome to the team, any questions? Alicia asked with a smile. "What are you and what are we fighting?" I asked slowly at first thinking that I might be coming off as insulting.

"Fire Team Sun Down to the Vanguard War Room, Fire Team Sun Down to the Vanguard War Room for immediate assignment." The intercom rang out.

"If you're really mission ready then you should come with us, we'll get you your weapons and armor afterwards." Alicia said. "Sounds good to me, but I'm still restrained." I stated. "Oh right, let me get that for you." Lily said sheepishly.

Once the restraints were removed and I was free, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and went to stand. I quickly realized through that I didn't have any clothes on. They must have removed the under suit when they removed the armor system and you can't wear any clothing when you where the suit since it would disrupt the suit's sensors. I quickly covered myself up and Alicia and Lily immediately turned away from me.

"Uh, sorry about that." I said sheepishly, I honestly should have realized that when I moved to get out of the hospital bed. "No, it's our fault; it didn't cross our minds to tell you that you were naked." Lily replied back. "Wait here, we'll go and get you something to wear until you can get your armor back." Alicia started and then left with Lily in tow.

I still didn't get any answers to my questions, but I can get them later. Maybe I could ask for access to their History Archives later if they had any. I'm still not sure what is in this dimension and what isn't. For all I know they don't even have weapons that fire actual bullets, they could be like the Covenant and use energy based weapons.

My thoughts were interrupted when the door cracked open and in slid a set of clothes. I stooped down and picked up the clothes and laid them out on the Hospital bed.

The clothes consisted of a pair of black cargo pants, a black shirt with some sort of insignia on the shoulders, and a pair of high guard, black combat boots. The pants where baggy enough that they would fit my abnormally large body, the boots would probably be fine, but the shirt looked like it would be a bit snug.

I merely shrugged it off and decided to don the clothes, I would be back in my armor soon right? After a few minutes of dressing I opened the door to see Alicia and Lily out in the hallway looking in any direction that wasn't mine.

"Should we get moving?" I asked.

They jumped a bit before turning Alicia nodded and walked down the hallway with Lily following close behind. I just shrugged off the odd behavior and followed, for all I know that could be normal in this dimension. After about five minutes of walking we reached an elevator.

"This will take us to the whip wright where guardians go to get repairs on their ships and sparrows." Lily stated. "What's a sparrow?" I asked.

The only sparrow I knew of was the bird.

"A sparrow is a short range one person recon vehicle that Guardians use to move around in the field. They're lightly armored, lack weapons, and are built for speed." Alicia explained.

I just nodded and decided to just go with it. We entered the elevator and pressed the button that would take us to the roof. The elevator ride was short lived in awkward silence and the elevator opened up to the sounds of a mechanics shop. We walked out of the elevator and stood on an elevated platform that overlooked a large storage bay housing unfamiliar ships of all colors and sizes.

"Wow." Was all that I could say. Alicia and Lily just laughed at my lack of words and Alicia said, "This is the ship wright."

"So this is the one that's got the entire Tower talking?" A blonde woman in overalls covered in grease spoke up while walking over from a nearby work station. "Spartan B-312 team designation Noble Six." I stated firmly.

It took all my discipline not to salute just out of reflex when giving my Spartan ID.

"Whoa soldier boy, I only understood about half of what you just said, and I'm not military. I'm, I guess you could say, I'm the head mechanic hear at the tower. Anyways, names Amanda Holiday and if you need anything dealing with ships or sparrows you come find me here in the ship wright." She said holding out her hand for a hand shake.

Suddenly I felt really stupid for doing all that, putting that aside I shook her hand. She smiled and then turned around and walked off to somewhere else in the ship wright.

"Come on, we need to get the War Room." Lily said.

We walked down a hallway and then out into a sort of central plaza on top of a massive tower. There were people standing behind stands selling strange rifle models and other weapons and then there were people walking about the tower dressed in civilian clothes.

This definitely isn't any military instillation that I've ever seen before. The UNSC is a lot stricter when it came to who was allowed on base and they definitely didn't have anyone selling arms out of a stall.

"Welcome to the Tower ." Alicia and Lily said climatically while raising both their arms to gesture to the entire area. "So, what do you think?" Lily asked turning to me.

"It's definitely different than any UNSC Military Instillation that I've ever seen." I stated. "Well we should get moving." Alicia said.

We walked past the different vendors and people in the plaza earning many stares from people looking in our direction. We went down a set of stairs and entered a big room with a sunken in area in the middle that housed a long table covered in maps and stacks of papers. Ikora, Cayde, and Zavala were all there waiting for us it seems.

"You're late." Zavala stated pointedly.

"We had to find Six here a set of clothes and we stopped by in the ship wright to introduce him to Amanda." Alicia explained.

He seemed to accept this and just continued on with a mission briefing.

"We have reports of an elite Fallen Strike Squad operating within close proximity to the Rasputin's hidden bunker. While we don't think that they can get in or even know it's there, it won't take long for them to find a way in. Your mission is simple; clear them out and secure the immediate area. I'll be monitoring your progress from here and will let you know if anything changes."

Then, turning to me, he said, "You should talk to outfitters here in the tower for weapons and then stop off at your new appointed quarters to find your armor. We have an old Exo arm for you, but the installment will have to wait until after the mission, dismissed." He stated with a nod.

We turned and left the Vanguard War Room to prep for the mission. This should prove an interesting fight since I only have one arm.

*Authors notes*

Hello readers, I was recently persuaded into making a paring for Six. I have yet to decide who other than it will be an Exo. If any of you have any other ideas I would like to hear them so just PM me and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. And for all of you people who are just starting to read the story please like it or favorite it or something, but leave what you think about it in a review. Thank you.