*Author's Notes*
Hello readers and nerds alike. I'm back with another installment of Light From Another Place. It was brought to my attention that Noble Six just assumed that he was in another dimension without any explanation or thought. I'm sorry that I just overlooked an important detail like that and I hate myself for it. It has been revised to an extent, I would have done more but I wanted to get another chapter going before I got bored of writing. I hope it helps a little bit anyways and thank you Oberon the fox for pointing this out. Enough rambling, time to get on with the story, yes?
*End Author's Notes*
I have no idea how I'm going to manage this fight with only one arm, but I'll manage. I've got a team to back me up. Once I get my armor back and this Exo arm installed then things should run a bit smoother after that.
I was brought out of my thoughts by a nudging coming from my right. Looking over I was met with the gaze of Lily, she gestured in front of us.
There was another robot sitting behind a long table with weapons disassembled across it and weapon filled racks covering the wall behind him.
This particular Exo was different from Lily and Alicia though. He had a soft blue and yellow color scheme and had multiple antennas sprouting from the side of his head. The rest of him was concealed in a blue robe with a green overlap at the collar.
"This is Banshee; he handles most of the Vanguards general arms. He'll get you set up with weapon load out and ammunition." Lily explained.
He didn't speak at first, just kept looking at me, probably sizing me up, weather it was for a fight or to determine what weapons I would be more suited for I couldn't tell.
"My name is Banshee; I deal arms to Guardians. What weapons are you familiar with?" He asked.
"Noble Six, my usual weapon loadout in my own dimension was a Designated Marksmen's Rifle and an M6G magnum. Do you have anything like that?" I asked.
"We do have few weapons like what you describe. Scout rifles are slow firing but pack a mean punch, they the weapon choice for most Marksmen. However, this magnum that you described, we have two options for it. There's the hand cannon, which is a high caliber revolver with six rounds, or we have a side arm, lower caliber, but more rounds per clip and an increase fire rate. All weapons are designated into three classifications, primary, secondary, and heavy. The hand cannon and the scout rifle are both primaries. I can't give you the hand cannon and the scout rifle." He explained.
"Then I'll take the scout rifle and the sidearm. That is if that's acceptable?" I asked.
He just nodded and walked over to a weapon rack and pulled off a rifle, then grabbed a pistol from a case off to the side. Setting them down, he walked away to a box and produced six clips, three for the rifle and three for the pistol, and set them down on the table. He walked away again, and this time he came back with a box of ammo for the clips.
"Load your weapons, and after each mission, you should come find me for refills." He said and then walked away without another word to attend to someone else.
I picked up the first clip, and was at loss for a viable way to load it. I would need two hands to load it, and that was one more than I had at the moment. Maybe I should have stayed in the hospital room until I got that new arm.
Lily, seeing my predicament, snatched the clip from my hands and began to load it. I just nodded my thanks to her, too embarrassed to trust myself to speak.
Once the magazines where loaded and I had my weapons we walked back down the set of stairs that would take them back to the Vanguard War Room but stopped at another table in a room just before the War Room.
"This is Lord Shaxx, he is the Vanguard's Crucible handler." Alicia introduced as we stood on the other side of a table, across from a man dressed in armor.
His armor was mainly white with orange covering the right side of his helmet while a horn protruded out from the left side. He had fur adorning his shoulder plates and a cloth hanging haphazardly from his hips.
"I take it this is your armor then." He said while gesturing to the familiar beat up set of MK III Spartan armor sitting on a table pushed into the far corner of the room.
I nodded.
"We didn't do any cosmetic repairs, though we did plug any punctures in the armor and restored the internal hardwire. It's ready when you are." He stated.
"How did you fix the armor? You don't have access to the same materials from what I can see and you don't even know the schematics to the armor." I pointed out.
"We were admittedly puzzled at first by the armor's configuration but we had some of our top Ghosts examine it and then we used Glimmer to replicate the material in the armor to repair it." He stated. I just gave him a look of utter confusion in response to his explanation.
"I take it, from the look on your face, that you don't even know what I just said." He stated with a slightly irritated tone to his voice.
"I've never heard of Ghosts or glimmer, the rest of it I understood just fine." I replied back.
"Well Ghosts are advanced AI's powered by the Traveler's light; they assist Guardians in the battle field providing tactical advice and information. Glimmer is a programmable material used as a currency here in the Tower. It can be programmed to take the form of any material and it's just as strong and durable as the real thing." He stated.
I sort of understood what he was saying, advanced AI's and programmable material. But Traveler's light? What the hell was that?
I just nodded my head in response and moved to grab the armor heavy set of armor with Shaxx following close behind.
"We did plan on making a few modifications later on to the armor at the request of Commander Zavala. The armor is going to be modified so that it can accommodate the Exo arm that you're supposed to have installed." He explained. I just nodded taking this all in.
I grabbed the helmet and looked at it. Hadn't changed a bit, still dinged up and scratched to hell and back. But did keep me alive this long, it was like an old friend, time to go back to work old friend.
Turning around I addressed Lily and Alicia.
"Do you have anywhere I can change into the suit?" I asked. Lily nodded
"You can change in the room where you woke up." She stated. I grabbed the skin suit and decided to leave the rest of the armor there. I could come back for after. I left with Lily and Alicia in tow toward the elevator in the hangar and finally the hospital room.
I entered and closed the door behind me with Lily and Alicia on the other side. I sighed and began to strip down to nothing before pulling on the skin suit. It took a couple of minutes, and one fall, but I finally managed to put it on.
I opened the door and looked around seeing no one in the hallway. Where were Alicia and Lily? I was about to head back into the room to wait for them when they came around the corner from the elevator wheeling a cart piled high with my armor pieces. However they seemed to falter in their step when they looked at me. Again, odd behavior, maybe it was something about me. No, that couldn't be it; I'm a Spartan, a product and weapon of war.
They finally wheeled the cart over to me.
"Your armor is incredibly heavy; we had to use a heavy lift cart from the shipwright to move it." Alicia stated with a huff.
I only nodded in response, eager to get back in my armor and back into the fight… even if it wasn't my fight. I grabbed the cart and pulled it into the armor and started to lay out the pieces on the hospital bed.
After about twenty minutes I was finally armored up and ready for combat. Usually I would be ready in ten but without my arm, I was considerably stumped when it came to putting on the left side portion of my armor. After about five minutes of trying to put on the said armor and failing miserably, Lily and Alicia helped to put on the separate pieces with little trouble.
"All set?" Lily asked.
"Yes, I'm ready for combat." I stated while putting on the suit's helmet. They both nodded and left the room with me following close behind.
Now that I was back in my suit I felt more comfortable in my current surroundings. The heads up display came blinking into existence after performing a system reboot. The HUD displayed the suit's systems after performing a full diagnostics exam, displaying all systems green. The shield generator was reading at full capacity. The suits servos were ready for use. The only thing that needed to be tinkered with was the IFF reader. It was reading enemies all over. I would have to reset the friend or foe parameters later.
We walked to the elevator and then rode it up to the shipwright and stepped out. The woman from earlier, Amanda was her name, turned away from a nearby work bench and took a step back when she glanced at us.
"What the hell is that?" She asked, while reaching for a large wrench behind her.
"Noble Six, mam." I stated evenly.
She didn't react at first, but eventually put the wrench down and walked over.
"So this is you in your armor, huh? Well god dammit, if that doesn't make the Fallen think twice then I don't know what will." She stated with a smirk gracing her face. "So what brings you to my side of the Tower then?"
"We're here to leave for a mission." Lily responded.
Amanda nodded and gestured to the landing pad on the floor below.
"Well I won't keep you from doing your job, since it's saving the rest of humanity, my ass included, so head out when you're ready." She stated while walking back to the workbench she was hunched over before we walked in.
Lily and Alicia both waved goodbye at her and exited down a set of stairs and started walking between a rows of star ships until they came to a pair of identical ships parked next to one another.
"These are our ships; you'll be riding with me until you can get your own." Lily explained. "Ghosts, prep the ship for launch." Alicia and Lily ordered to seemingly no one.
Suddenly, two machines dematerialized out of nowhere and started to prep the ship for launch.
"Those are our ghosts." Alicia explained while entering her own ship while Lily dragged me off to hers.
The inside of the ship was pretty small, especially a Spartan. The front of the ship was a two seater cockpit while the back of the ship was a storage designed with a sort of comfort area. There was a couch and a futon with a throw down rug on the floor.
Lily must have caught me eyeing the back of her ship as she spoke up.
"Sometimes Guardians are deployed in the field for days at a time, so it helps to have somewhere comfortable to rest from time to time." She explained. I just nodded, not really being able to relate. Spartans could be deployed in the field for days on end and not have to rest, even if they were given the option.
We took our seats at the front of the ship, strapped ourselves in, and prepped for takeoff. The lights in the interior of the ship powered on and the engines cycled to life with a hum. Out the viewing window, we could see Alicia's ship undergo similar functions. With a sudden lurch the ship began to hover in the air until it finally, with a hum from the engines, took off from the hangar.
"Alicia, are you there?" Lily asked through her helmet. I didn't hear a reply since my helmet wasn't tuned to the correct frequency, nor did I have the proper access to their team channel if it was encrypted. Lily looked over at me for a second before she tapped the side of her helmet. I shook my head in response.
"Set your helmet com to the frequency for the team channel." She said as my HUD came up with a notification about receiving a file containing the team channel. I set it for the frequency but I still need the encryption key to access it.
"Access code?" I asked. "Access code 11479." She stated.
I entered the code and my helmet com came to life with chatter from Alicia and her Ghosts.
"How do you think he'll hold up in battle if he has only one arm?" Alicia's ghost asked.
"I'll be fine, Spartans are supposed to adapt and overcome even the most difficult obstacles." I chimed in.
"Good to see you're on the team channel." Alicia stated.
After her reply, the com channel went quite, but Lily was making movements so she must be communicating with Alicia or her Ghosts, probably on a private channel. Almost ten minutes had passed by before Lily spoke up.
"Were almost there, were going to drop off a little ways away from the target. The target is heavily guarded and very dangerous, so be careful. I don't want to see anyone getting hurt out there. We're dropping in five minutes so be ready." Lily ordered.
"Yes mam." I replied back and began to check over my weapons to make sure they were ready and were I could reach them with my one arm.
My Scout Rifle was on my back within arm's reach, I would only have one clip, which was about twelve rounds counting the one in the chamber, before I would have to switch over to my sidearm, a reload would take to long if the fight was still going on. The side arm was attached to my outer right thigh plate. Fifteen rounds counting the one in the chamber before I would have to struggle my way through another reload, but I would probably have to resort to CQC at that point.
I really am in over my head this time. In another dimension, in a fight that isn't my own, fighting along strange robots and blue people, fighting even stranger aliens, yep definitely in over my head…that or I was seriously crazy.
I was nudged out of my thoughts by Lily.
"We're here, lets head out. It's a bit of a walk to our target, but we are in enemy territory so stay frosty, ok?" She asked with a smile and a tilt of her re-helmeted head. I only offered a silent nod in affirmation before we got up from our seats and exited the ship.
Outside was a somewhat similar setting. Last time I was here was in worse shape than I would've liked and being attacked by unfamiliar aliens. Yep, back in the plane graveyard, now I'm here to do the hunting instead of being hunted.
Looking to my left, I saw Alicia exit here ship and walk over to us with her weapon in her hands. Her ship and Lily's both closed their respective exit hatches before powering up and taking off to somewhere else.
"Where're the ships going?" I interjected into the conversation that they had started up between the two of them.
"Our Ghosts are going to take the ships up to low orbit and program an orbiting course; they'll be waiting for us when we get back." Alicia answered.
"Oh." Was my only response as I looked out over the barren landscape.
We set down atop a hill that over looked the ancient plane yard, snow and debris littered the area, must have been winter or we were somewhere up north.
We started our trek through the broken planes that sat in stone cold silence. The silence is almost always something to be wary of. Sometimes it could be your ally, other times it was your worst enemy. A sniper, one who strikes from the shadows and strikes fear into the hearts of his targets, uses silence like a shroud; it encompasses him before he pulls that trigger. Sometimes though, silence is your worst enemy because it leaves you alone, with nothing but yourself and your thoughts. Thoughts that could make you panic, second guess yourself, could get you killed.
Silence is something always to be wary of.
I shook myself from my thoughts, time to get on target Six. Glancing around, I really couldn't see any enemy contacts and nothing was showing up on the IFF except Lily and Alicia, both where walking ahead of me by a couple of feet side by side. I just sighed and resigned myself to looking around for a threat that may or may not be out there.
After about five minutes we stood at the base of a large hill that went almost straight up with a well worn pathway, complemented with rusted hand railing, that went to the top starting from the left, then to the right, and then back to the left until it finally hit the top of the hill.
I had to crane my head all the way back just to see what stood atop the hill, a building, well worn and crumbling, but still a building. This was the building that I was trapped in by the aliens. And atop this very building was a form, a form of one of the Aliens.
The alien in question raised a large rifle that began to glow at the end of the barrel. Quickly recognizing the weapon to be a sniper rifle, I surged forward and pushed the two Exos forward. They went tumbling forward and landed in a heap of tangled limbs.
In response to this act, Alicia trained her rifle on me instantly without untangling herself from Lily, if I had to guess, under her helmet she was probably pissed off at being shoulder bashed to the ground by a Spartan.
Before she could pull the trigger or even ask why I did what I did, the alien on top of the building let loose with his rifle, the singular energy bolt impacting with my abdomen. Luckily my energy shields flared to life before the bolt could actually make contact with me. I quickly dove at the base of the hill where Alicia and Lily where busy untangling themselves from each other. The top of the hill blocked the alien from taking another shot at us.
"Thanks for the save Six." Alicia spoke. I just nodded barely hearing her while looking for a way to get an angle on the sniper or try to move up the hill without entering his field of fire, but coming up short. There was no way up the hill without being exposed to the sniper's wrath, and the only good cover that could offer a good angle on the sniper's position was a wing tip of a plane that was vertically embedded into the ground. Only problem was, was that is stood twenty yards away, twenty yards of open ground.
"Alright, here's the plan", I spoke up, "there's no way up the hill without being exposed to the sniper, however, that plane wing over there could offer a good angle on his position without being exposed."
Alicia's rifle de-materialized with a flash of light and a sniper rifle of her own appeared in her hands.
"I'll run for the cover, you and Lily draw his attention from me." Alicia ordered, her tone leaving no room for arguing. We nodded our heads in agreement.
I looked over at Lily while drawing my side arm from my thigh.
"On the count of three, ready?" I asked. She nodded, chambering a round in her own rifle.
"Three", I counted, "two", Alicia got into a sprinter's stance, "one!"
Lily and I back pedaled from the base of the hill, firing off bullet after bullet in quick succession to try and get the sniper's attention on us while Alicia sprinted the twenty yards to the plane wing. It seemed to work as the sniper witched his aim from the running Exo to me and Lily. He let off a shot with a resounding crack, it was directed at me. Instead of letting my energy shields take the hit, I tucked and rolled to the left, the energy bolt only missing me by a few inches before it struck the ground harmlessly.
Alicia made it to the embedded plane wing before sliding into a crouch behind it and bracing her rifle against it. She let off a shot, hitting the sniper in the leg, knocking him off the roof of the crumbling building. I replace my side arm at my thigh; I only shot five rounds, leaving ten left in the chamber.
We regrouped at the base of the hill.
"Great job covering me, thanks." Alicia praised.
"Good shot Alicia." Lily remarked.
I just stood off to the side; I was never really good with social things like this. I could be sarcastic sure, but other than that I really was inept at most social skills. They must have noticed me just standing off to the side quietly since they both turned their attention to me.
"You alright Six, you've been awfully quiet since we got here." Lily inquired.
"I'm fine; I just was never really big on socializing." I answered.
"Why?" Alicia chimed in.
"Most Spartans are trained for war, so they don't really focus on teaching social skills other than how to operate on a team in the field." I explained.
"Oh, well we'll have to work on your social skills later." Lily stated with conviction.
I didn't even reply to that, I was too shocked to. No one, not anyone except a fellow Spartan has ever offered to help us without gaining something from it, but here was a perfectly fine example of someone willing to help me, a genetically altered super soldier, because the genuinely wanted to. This was honestly a first for me.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Alicia spoke up.
"We should get moving, could be more snipers in the area."
I nodded in response, thankful for the break in the awkward silence.
We moved up the hill and into the building without encountering any contacts, not even on the IFF. We walked through the building which I found out to be an entrance to a complex that spanned over the other side of the hill.
Still no contacts.
The only things inside the complex where turned over desks, strewn about papers, and a fine layer of dust covering every surface it could and even clouding the air. Good thing my helmet had a filter built into it, otherwise I would probably be in a coughing fit right now.
Finally the hallway came to an end when we walked into a large square room; the only other entrance besides the one we came in from was sealed off by a loading dock door.
"Ghost, see if you can get that door open." Lily ordered.
The robotic form of the Ghost materialized above her outstretched hand and floated over to a key pad before firing a blue beam from its core.
We took up a defensive formation around the machine as he tried to open the door. The room was perfect for an ambush, only one way in and one way out. That could easily be turned into a choke point while reinforcements rushed in from the newly opened up doorway. Shit, those aliens could be waiting on the other side of the door.
I switched my aim from the entrance to the room to the now ascending loading dock door, only to find nothing but a strange crystal formation casting an eerily glow on a dim set of stairs going up to the right.
The Ghost returned to wherever he came from and we advanced up the stairs, weapons at the ready, with Alicia taking point, Lily in the middle, and me bringing up the rear. The stair way opened up into another room, one that looked to be a viewing room that sat directly across from a derelict reactor core.
Suddenly, with a screech, a dozen or so grey, faceless, skeletal aliens sprinted in from the right side of the room that housed the reactor core and, taking no notice of us, ran into the adjacent room where sounds of battle ensued.
"The Hive hasn't been on Earth in centuries, what are they doing here now?" Alicia's Ghost piped up.
"It doesn't matter, out target is in the next room and is probably what is engaging the Hive. If we move now, we can catch the Fallen off guard while they're dealing with the Hive." Alicia advised.
We all nodded before moving out of the now empty room that housed the reactor core and to the room that was alive with the sounds of battle. Inside the room was our target, an Elite squad of Fallen, fighting from a raised platform against the Hive. We took up positions around the room while the Fallen eliminated the rest of the Hive.
When the last Hive alien fell, Alicia let loose a round from her sniper rifle, the round punching through the head of one of the aliens, dropping him dead. That was our signal, the room was once again with the sounds of battle. Alicia was on top of a small control room that overlooked the entirety of the room while Lily and I were moving as a pair through the different cover's that the Fallen had set up, systematically eliminating them one by one.
The plan was to box them in the center of the room and then take them out all together. Lily and I would move in and try to push them into the center while Alicia sniped any Fallen that would out flank us.
However, Alicia missed one of the four armed aliens equipped with a pair of swords when he moved to flank against Lily. I immediately moved out of the cover that I was crouched behind and moved to counter flank the Fallen. I came around a large box only to see the alien a few feet away from me.
I raised my pistol and pulled the trigger. I was rewarded with a dry, taunting click from my side arm. The Fallen realized that my weapon was out of ammo and batted it out of my hand with one of his swords. I ducked under his next swing and charged into his midsection, wrapping my arm around him, and dragging him to the floor with me. We rolled a few times until I managed to come out on top of him. I bashed his head with my own helmeted head, putting him in a daze, giving enough time to remove my combat knife from its sheath on my collarbone and stab him in his unarmored throat, spraying me with his blood.
I rolled off of him and onto my feet and walked over to Lily and Alicia as they had finished up the fight with the rest of the Fallen.
"Thanks for the save." Lily said.
"No problem, was that the last of them?" I asked.
"Yep, where finished here. Ghost transmatt us back to the ships will ya." Alicia spoke.
"Certainly." Came the reply of Alicia's ghost before we were all enveloped in a white light.
Honestly, it felt kind of similar to when I activated the slip space bomb. Like my entire body was broken down into individual cells and then pieced back together one at a time until I was whole again.
When the blinding light died down, I was in Lily's ship again, and there she was right next to me. She walked over to the back of the ship where she had her "home away from home" set up and removed her helmet before throwing me a towel. I grabbed and caught it in midair before looking at her questionly.
She must have realized this so she spoke up, "It's for the blood, and it's all over you."
I took my helmet off and looked down at it. Sure enough, there it was. The aliens silver colored blood was all over the right side of my helmet and even on my chest plate. I guess I really did need a towel.
I started wiping off the blood from my armor, or what I could anyways; most of it was already dried or drying, making it incredibly difficult to be removed. After about five minutes of scrubbing at a stubborn pocket of blood that had locked itself in one of the recesses of my helmet, I finally gave up with an annoyed huff. Lily just let out a laugh at my struggling.
"Where on our way back to the Tower, you can finish cleaning up your armor later." She said.
Another five minutes passed until the Tower came into view and we came to a slow hover and eventual stop in the Tower's main hangar. We exited our ships, and headed up the flight of stairs that would take us up to the main level of the shipwright. When Amanda Holiday saw us, or more specifically me, she looked genuinely shocked when she saw that the top portion of my armor was decorated in Fallen blood. But that shock was quickly replaced with a smirk as she walked over to us.
"From the site of you guys, I would say that your mission was a success. Am I correct in assuming so?" She asked, her voice dripping smugness.
"You bet your ass it was, Six here save Lily and me twice and then again. He's proving one hell of a Guardian!" Alicia exclaimed.
"Well I guess a celebration is in order then, say the Bastion Saloon tonight at eight, drinks on me?" Amanda asked.
"We'll be there." Lily said before we walked out of the shipwright and into the Tower's main plaza.
As we walked across the plaza to the set of stairs that would take us down to the Vanguard War Room, I kept getting more stares from the other people only this time they were accompanied by whoops and congratulations. I guess showing up covered in Fallen blood is one way to impress people around here. Still, not being adept in social settings, I just kept my head down and followed Alicia and Lily down a set the stairs.
When we entered the Vanguard War Room we all stood in a line at attention before Cayde spoke up, " Relax, so was your mission a success or what?"
"It was." Lily replied.
"And how did our newest member do?" Zavala chimed in.
"He saved both me and Lily multiple times and took down the leader in CQC and obviously won." Alicia answered.
"Good work you three. Lily, there is a package for you waiting at the post master, Alicia Banshee's new shipment of sniper rifles is in stock now, and Six, if you're ready, we can install that new arm." Ikora Rey informed me.
I eagerly nodded in response.
"Good, take the elevator in shipwright down to the med level, someone will be there to take you into surgery." She spoke.
I nodded before walking all the way back up the stairs, through the plaza earning more whoops and stares, and finally I arrived at the shipwright where I took the elevator down to the med level.
When the doors opened, a small blonde woman with a clip board in hand stood ready to great me, but faltered in her greeting when she looked up to see a fully armored Spartan in the elevator.
"H-hello, are you Six?" She asked.
I gave a nod in reply.
"In that case follow me please." She stated while walking down the hallway and taking a left. After passing up a few doors, she directed me into one of the rooms.
"Please step inside and remove your armor and where the provided clothes. I'll be waiting right outside you need me. The surgeon will be in shortly." She spoke. Again, I only nodded in response.
I walked inside and she closed the door behind me. The inside of the room was sparsely furnished. There was a table pushed into the far corner of the room, a few surgical trays on wheel carts, and an operating table in the middle of the room with a light fixture hanging down from the ceiling just above it.
On the table was a bin labeled armor, and a pair of hospital pants lay folded next to it. I began to strip off my armor and place piece after piece in the bin until I was down to my gel layer. Stripping that off as well and placing it in the bin, I put on the hospital pants and waited for the surgeon.
After a few minutes of waiting, someone knocked on the door.
"Are you decent?" A male voice asked.
"Yes." Came my reply.
The door opened and in walked a gray haired man in a surgeons outfit, and in on hand he held the arm I was to be given. It was a matt black in color, so it wouldn't at least stand out from my armor, and besides being made of metal, it actually looked like a real arm.
"I'm doctor Kevin James, and I'll be performing your surgery today, Six. Tell me, do you know how where going to be going about this?" He asked.
I shook my head in response to the question.
"Well in that case, what where going to do is put you under with gas, after that we'll open up your shoulder and install a socket for the arm to attach to. The socket will be attached to your nerve endings in your shoulder that would normally lead to your arm. After that, it's as simple as installing the arm into the socket and then your good as new. The procedure shouldn't take more than an hour or two, after that you'll be free to leave. Any questions?" He asked.
"No doc, you pretty much answered all my questions."
"Well then, why don't you lay down on the table and we can get this thing underway."
I laid back on the table and the Doctor put a mask over my mouth and nose and before I knew it I was feeling really tired and then fell asleep. Hopefully when I wake up, I'll have a new arm and be ready for duty.
*Author"s notes*
Hello readers, DemonicalFox777 here with a few words as usual. I hope you enjoyed this chapter; I literally spent four hours or so, on the last 5,000 words, not that it's rushed; it's just that I don't usually do such long periods of typing. Anyways, Read and Review please, flame if necessary, and please point out any mistakes you see in the chapters so that I may go back and correct them and avoid making any mistakes in the future. A thank you goes out to everyone who has already reviewed or given me a paring suggestion. I'm still undecided on who I'm going to pick so if you guys want to, start putting in your reviews or PM's on who you want to see Six with. We already have suggestions for Eris, the Stranger, Lily, and Alicia. Anyways, hope you enjoyed the chapter and for those of you who may want another installment of Spartan E-185, I have a chapter in the works, but I don't know when I will finish it. Until next time, this is DemonicalFox777 signing off.
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