The Noble Diaries
Disclaimer: I do not own Halo or Vampire Diaries in any way, shape, or form. They belong to their respective owners.
bmanbeast57: Nobody this chapter, but if anyone in school was bound to do it then I imagine that it would be Tyler.
Chadbunger: Thanks!
marlastiano: Thanks.
edboy4926: I think that Six and Dot will naturally be sceptical, trying to think of a logical explanation behind the attacks in Mystic Falls. As for the VD cast, they'll realize that their problems are NOTHING compared to the horrors that humanity are facing in the future. I suspect that they'll be terrified if they ever see the logs of the Covenant glassing entire planets, watching as men, women, and children are slaughtered by aliens.
CrimsonN7: Since I'll be using a lore/book Spartan rather than gameplay, Six will be extremely more powerful than he was in the games. In armour, Six takes strength, but Vampires are obviously much faster than Six.
HereticSmurf: I'm glad you liked it. And Six is stronger, as will people with cybernetics eventually, but Vampires are faster.
Grudgematch: I'm glad!
ENDRAGON369: I could never get into Twilight, so It's unlikely that I'll ever write one.
Code Viper: Thanks; and yeah, I know. I just had this idea for a while and had to get it down.
Guest: Well, Supernatural and various other shows might be included or at least adapted to fit into this story to give Six something to do other than just being the third wheel, that and I don't just want to add him into scenes just for the hell of it for me to give him something to do. Not sure about a super werewolf, but I do have something major planned for him down the line.
gabekaykwok: From Noble Team, it's just Six and Dot.
Daua002: Hopefully I don't disappoint!
The Disquieting One: Thanks!
War Sage: In armour, I think that Six could take anything in the TV version of the Vampire Diaries. No matter how strong they are, specifically the Originals, I can't see them breaking through ship-grade titanium plating. Humanity will certainly have a better chance of survival with the addition of cybernetics being thrown into the mix.
Brainstorm Sorcerer: I finally got it down. It took a while, but here it is! Yeah, I thought about going the route that we talked about but decided to just start off during the first episode, just with a few alterations such as with the introduction of cybernetics that Six, Dot, and Noble Industries introduced into the world.
I thought about having Stefan trying to compel Mrs Clarke but felt that he wouldn't try if someone else was in the room with him knowing that it would only draw attention onto himself which is why he made an excuse to leave the room.
Lore wise, Spartan-II's and III's can lift around a ton out of armour, so Elena is not going to weigh a thing to him; that and it was meant to be more comedic than anything. Also, unlike in the Smallville version, at least originally, this version of Six never gave up. From the moment that he arrived the plan was to start Noble Industries to uplift humanity, giving them a fighting chance against the Covenant rather than eventually starting the company to help those suffering from the radiation from the meteor rocks.
LORDgrizz1y: Cheers, and hopefully this chapter doesn't disappoint.
mckenleymagarecenio: Maybe a little, lol.
Nicogen: Is that a good or bad thing, lol.
While that won't be the reason for Damon's return, you can bet that him and Six will run into each other pretty soon.
Nagiten: That it will. And he'll be sceptical at first, being raised on the principle of science and logic. And that it will; the fight being one that Damon won't come out of unscathed.
BaddassWitcher: Syndicate is the one Assassin Creed game that I could never get into. Not because of the story, but rather the controls just did not agree with me.
jmknz777: Thanks!
Guest: Cheers, and hopefully I don't make it too cringe.
Statess: I generally prefer writing Six as a male since that's what he is canon, Jun remarking that "He was a good man." to Buck in one of the books, Bad Blood I think...or New Blood.
Guest: Not sure if that was sarcasm, but I am planning on adding other verses into the story. And I can't remember why I took down Noble Hearts; it was probably because I couldn't think how to start the second chapter.
Celtic J: Hopefully this chapter doesn't disappoint.
Archangel Xireon Chaos God: Then here you go!
Sixfan29: Supernatural most likely will be added to this, at least in some capacity.
I've never seen Riverdale so have no idea what it's about.
And I did think about doing something like that years ago, but never got around to it. It was going to be a Halo x Young Justice crossover with Master Chief being on Earth for a number of years before the Team discover Six in cryogenic stasis with Chief becoming a father/brother figure to Six.
Chapter 2.
After finally enrolling and meeting the principal who had come down to personally meet him, whether that was routine or he was aware whom he was, specifically that he was the same Jericho Reach that owned Noble Industries and was attempting to gain favour, he couldn't say. Regardless, he was now officially a High School student.
Following the principal, Six was given the grand tour around the school and shown where all the faculties and classes were held. The bell had rung a while ago, yet that did very little in hastening the tour. Granted he didn't need schooling having already received a high-level education on Onyx along with the rest of Beta-Company, but he wanted to keep up appearances; Jericho Reach was there to go to school and that was exactly what he planned to do.
"While the school will happily provide you with a locker, you will need to supply your own padlock." The principle explained, gesturing to the locker that he pointed out was his, one that like pretty much every other one they had past was covered with graffiti and what he had learned were called stickers, something that he had never encountered during his own time. "Do you bring a padlock?"
"No."
"I see. Well, until you do, I would recommend keeping any personal items that don't wish to lose on you such as your phone or laptop..."
"Thievery is common here?"
"Of course not!" The principal quickly insisted. "But I do believe that we have lost track of time." Hastily changing the subject, they gestured motioned for Six to follow. "We should get you to your first class, which according to your schedule is History with Mr Tanner."
Without a word, Six followed the principal who directed him to where his first class was situated, but the not the first History lesson that he had taken. Excluding educating himself on major events of the twentieth and twenty-first century, he had been taught history by Deep Winter.
It wasn't just history, either. Mathematics, science, reading, writing, design and technology, specifically UNSC and Covenant technology, driving, military tactics, and gruelling physical exercise to turn over three hundred vengeful orphans into Spartan warriors over the course of six years; then came the augmentations. Even if he didn't have an eidetic memory, he doubted that he'd ever forget the excruciating pain he endured to become a supersoldier.
He remembered the sound of the machine powering up as he was restrained, strapped to the operating table over the course of the week aboard the UNSC Hopeful. While he might not have felt the needles piercing his skin, the drugs leaving him sedated, he certainly felt the effects that took on his body. His bones felt like they were breaking, as if the marrow had suddenly become glass and being shattered as they were reinforced, making them virtually unbreakable.
His entire body felt like it was on fire as his muscles became denser, his veins feeling like they had been injected with napalm and being ripped from his skin. Then came his retinal augmentations. His eyesight became sharper, colours brighter, granting him a form of night vision...all the while feeling like his eyes were going to fall out. After that, the surgical alterations followed to improve their capabilities; not to mention his circulatory system being augmented from baseline humans.
"Ah, here we are!" Hearing the principles voice, Six was pulled from his thoughts to see that they had finally arrived where the history lesson was situated. Stopping behind the principle, he watched as they knocked on the door before opening it. "Sorry for interrupting, William, but I have a new student that's scheduled to be in your class. I was giving him a quick tour around the school, and it appears we lost track of time."
"It's fine."
"Excellent." The principle voiced, sounding pleased. "Please come in, Mr Reach."
Hearing his name being beckoned, Six ducked under the doorframe and stepped into the room. Standing back to his full height, he scanned the room to see that it was filled with students that were all looked taken back as they stared at him, no doubt thrown off by his appearance; although he did recognize three faces. The first being the girl that he had bumped into, the second her friend, and finally the boy he had briefly encountered in the reception.
The fact that he was already in class only furthered his belief that the principle was attempting to gain favour considering that it was his first day too, at least he hypothesised that it was since he too brought a folder, and he hadn't been given a tour around.
Looking at the man that had been referred to as William, again who he hypothesised to be Mr Tanner, he saw the slightly shorter man also looked taken aback and watched as he visibly swallowed a lump in his throat before quickly composing himself. "I think it'll be best if you take a seat at the back of the class."
"Well, I shan't keep you." The principal suddenly remarked. Saying goodbye, they left as Six made his way towards the back of the class. Walking down the lane between the desks, he got a few smiles from girls in the class as he walked past them before arriving at the back of the class.
Sitting down in the desk, it creaked a little under his augmented weight earning a few looks, particularly from the blonde boy in front of him, but held up fine, even if it was a tight squeeze. Although not the crampiest place he had sat in. Granted those times typically involved lying in wait to assassinate some high-value Insurrectionist target for ONI but...
"Now, as I was saying." The Spartan's train of thought of interrupted when the teacher cleared his throat. "Once our home state of Virginia joined Confederacy in 1861 it created a tremendous amount of tension within the state. People in Virginia's Northwest had different ideas from those of the traditional Deep South. And Virginia divided. Would anyone care to hazard a guess when exactly this happened?"
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"Really? Not even one of you?" The teacher questioned, voicing his disapproval at the entire class. "Mr Donovan?"
"Um, 1961?"
While the class snickered, Mr Tanner response with a tight smile. "It appears that the jock stereotype is not unfounded." He remarked somewhat haughtily. Looking around the room, his eyes landed on his new student. "And what about you, Mr Reach? Would you care to weigh in?
"April 17, 1861, following the battle of Fort Sumter on the 12th to the 13th of April; an attack that was the causation of the American Civil War." Six answered emotionlessly, earning a few murmurs throughout the classroom. "Arkansas, North Carolina, and Tennessee not long after; May 6th, May 20th, and June 8th, respectively."
"That's correct." Mr Tanner praised, somewhat impressed. "And here was me assuming that you were just another dumb jock."
"Assumption is the mother of all mistakes, Sir." Six voiced dryly as more murmurs filled the class; and noticed a few grins as the students looked between him and Mr Tanner who looked to be biting the inside of his cheek.
"Very good; and which motivational picture did you find that quote from?" Tanner asked derisively getting a few stifled laughs from the students that were looking between him and Six. "Facebook, Twitter, or did you just jump onto Google?"
Confused to what he was referring too, Six answered regardless. "From Eugene Lewis Fordsworthe." He stated as stoic as ever, staring directly at Mr Tanner who looked torn between looking annoyed and apprehensive as he looked into his eyes even from the back of the room, piercing his soul with just a look.
"Well," Coughing to compose him, Mr Tanner continued his lecture. "As interesting as our little debate has been, I do have a class to teach." He told him, quickly returning to doing so before he could get a word in edgeways.
A few desks ahead, Elena felt her mobile vibrate. Discreetly looking under the table so that Mr Tanner wouldn't see, she saw that she received a text message from Bonnie and opened it.
Goth boy is Smexy.
Reading the message, Elena smirked a little, silently agreeing with Bonnie about the new student that she had met earlier that day in the hall by bumping into him, quite literally. Strong, smart, and extremely good looking...like the other new student in the class. Speaking of which, glancing over her shoulder, she looked over to where he was sitting and when he looked back, she quickly looked away with a smile.
The first few classes passed by quickly, although he did find them a little tedious since there were more productive things that he could've been working on rather than wasting his time attending high school. While he understood the reasoning, that didn't mean that he liked it.
He was a Spartan. Bred to be the perfect warrior, to protect Earth and all her colonies...he had to keep reminding himself that life was over. Humanity hadn't even colonized Luna yet, let alone the rest of the Sol System. There were no colonies for him to protect. For all extents and purposes, he was Jericho Reach; Spartan-B312 might have well of been some pipe dream.
It was current lunch. Rather than going to the cafeteria to receive his daily nutrition along with the rest of the students, Six decided to head to the library to take advantage of the books that the school was in possession of. While he had learnt a great deal from the internet, the predecessor of the Waypoint, there was knowledge only assessable in the publications that had been written up long ago; no doubt filled with information that many would overlook.
And unlike the digital variety that could be found on the internet, the paperback could not be altered to hide the truth from him.
"Hello!"
His first instinct was to close the book, slam it into the person's throat, break their neck, then get into a defensive position and wait for the ambush that typically happened whenever somebody greeted him. Refraining from doing so, he turned his head to find a young woman standing before him.
She had long, curly blonde hair that swept past her shoulder, blueish-green eyes that had a twinkle behind them and filled with happiness, a light complexion that greatly contrasted his own pale-white skin, and rosy cheeks, and smiling brightly revealing the cosmetic across her lips that made them shine; and judging from her nasolabial folds, she smiled a lot.
Around her neck was a necklace that had two pendants and was wearing a purple blouse that displayed her slim, athletic figure; and hanging from her arm was a large red purse. "I'm Caroline. And you are?"
"Reading."
Caroline laughed. "You're funny."
"I aim to please."
"You're new, right?"
"Hm."
"I've never seen you around town before." Caroline continued cheerfully, his standoffish attitude doing nothing to faze her. "Have you just moved into Mystic Falls?"
"Three months ago."
"Then how come I've never seen you?"
With her incessant questions, Six was suddenly reminded of Jun who had a habit of speaking too much on missions. "Perhaps you weren't looking hard enough."
"Oh, I definitely would have noticed you." Six noticed something different about the way she phrased that but shrugged it off assuming that she was referring to his height and pale-skin. "And you never told me your name."
While he had never been much of a conversationist, Six knew that no doing so would have been counterproductive for his reasonings for attending high school. "Jericho."
"So, Jericho, tell me about yourself."
Looking up from his book, Six realized that she wasn't about to give in any time soon; she was almost as tenacious as the Covenant. "Very well, I measure up to a 1.95 meters and...
"That wasn't what I meant."
Six felt confused. "Is my height not a personal fact?"
"Um, I guess so. But I was sorta talking about something simple like, I dunno, your favourite colour."
"I don't have one."
"Really? Not even black?" Caroline asked with a smile, gesturing to his full black ensemble.
Six contemplated the question for a moment. He typically wore black since that was the colour that ONI employed, the whole working in the shadow's mentality would be pretty redundant if he came out wearing bright white. His armour was black, as were the clothes that Dot had custom-ordered to account for his large size, he had even painted his car black.
Hm. Maybe it really was his favourite colour.
"Then what about your star sign?"
"Star sign?" Six questioned. He would have said Jericho, but then he would have to explain that he was referring to the star that the Lambda Serpentis system was orbiting, the star system that Jericho VII was situated in.
"Yeah." Caroline said through an encouraging smile, eager to know more about the mysterious new student that everyone was talking about; him and Stefan Salvatore, the latter who she had already learnt everything that she needed to...now it was time for Jericho. "I'm a Libra."
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"When were you born?"
"The day my mother birthed me."
"Which was?"
"The day I was born."
Caroline groaned audibly. "Are you always this difficult?"
"Hm."
While others would've given up by now, Caroline only grew more interested. Stefan had been an easy crack, but Jericho? He was going to take a little more work in that department it would seem. His mysteriousness only made him more interesting in her eyes; not to mention hotter.
The bell rang throughout the school, signalling the end of the first day of school. After collecting their things, Bonnie and Elena followed the massive group of students that were practically rushing to get out. "You still good for tonight?"
"Of course." Elena insisted, answering Bonnie. "Besides, I don't think that Caroline would forgive me if I bailed again." She smiled lightly, stepping out into the warm sunlight, and headed down the steps.
"True." Bonnie agreed. "But if you really don't want to go, I can make up an excuse."
Elena offered Bonnie a small smile. "You've done that enough already; and it's about time that I stop moping in my room, staring at the same four walls all day." She finished through a sigh, earning a sympathetic look from her best friend. "And if going out will stop people asking me if I'm alright..."
"Everyone just worried about you."
"Even people that don't know me?" Elena asked rhetorically.
Not really knowing how to respond, Bonnie returned an awkward smile. "They're being polite?" It came out more like a question than an answer.
"Well, I wished they'd stop. I just want things to return to normal."
"Just give it time..."
"I've given it four months."
"Which..." Whatever Bonnie was going to say to comfort Elena was interrupted when a low rumbling filled the air, silencing everyone. Looking in the direction that the sound was coming from they all watched as a matte black 1969 Dodge Charger pulled up outside of the school. While the classic American muscle was certainly eye-catching that wasn't what everyone was staring at.
"Um, am I going crazy or did that car just drive itself?" Bonnie asked Elena, breaking the silence. And true to her word, there was no driver in the Charger throwing everyone through a loop.
"...I don't know." Elena muttered, just as confused as Bonnie was. Before she could say anything else, she watched as the massive teen that had carried her in his arms, who she learnt last name was Reach, walked past her, and moved through the crowd that watched silently as he opened the door and climbed into the Dodge Charger. Strapping his seatbelt on, he pulled away without a word leaving a speechless crowd.
"And just when I thought that he couldn't get any sexier." Bonnie commented making Elena roll her eyes, although she didn't disagree with her.
"But how did his Charger drive itself?"
Bonnie shrugged. "Dunno. Magic, maybe?"
"What, like Herbie?"
"A more badass, sexier version of Herbie, sure." Bonnie replied, smirking back at Elena.
"You know you're talking about a car, right? Should I be worried?"
Not missing a beat, Bonnie's smirked grew. "Like you're one to talk lil miss-I-had-my-sexual-awaking-at-Disney's-Robin-Hood." She remarked lightly, getting a slight blush as a few people that heard the conversation looked at her strangely. "Who'd of thought that a fox wearing a tunic would be the thing to get you off."
"Would you keep it down?!" Elena hissed with blazing cheeks, embarrassed as more people looked at her and not wanting them to think that she was a fury. "And just for the record, he didn't get me off." She insisted quietly, not wanting people to hear. "I just thought that he was very handsome...for a fox. And caring; especially how he treated Maid Marian."
"Whatever you say." Bonnie was all smile, a twinkle in her eye as she walked off. "You want to lift home?"
"No. I think that I'm going to walk."
Glancing over her shoulder, Bonnie looked at Elena. "Are you sulking with me?"
"No." Elena promised through a smile. "I just feel like walking is all, you know." She said, lying through her teeth. She was planning on visiting her parents and really didn't want anyone feeling sorry for her spending her afternoon in the cemetery; nor did she want to be seen as the weird girl that spent more time with the dead than the living.
Not believing that for a second, Bonnie offered a small smile. "You sure?"
"Yep. I'll see you tonight."
"All right, see you then." Bonnie smiled, having a pretty good idea where she was going. "Don't be late."
After leaving both the school and Mystic Falls, Six sat behind the wheel of his Dodge Charger and headed home for the evening. While he could've just called in a Phantom to come pick him up, he found the drive quite therapeutic; that and a bright purple alien spacecraft appearing outside of school was bound to raise concerns.
Admittingly, while his Charger driving unassisted would certainly bring questions it was something that he could explain far easier than owning a Covenant dropship; then he'd have to elucidate what the Covenant was, something that he refused to do. He would prefer humanity live in ignorance for the time being, never being forced to learn about the enemy that was growing among the stars. An enemy that they would encounter in another five hundred and sixteen years...
Assuming that the changes that he made to the timeline wouldn't proceed that meeting before 2525. Still, he had five centuries to progress and advance humanity enough to give them a fighting chance against the Covenant and while it was unlikely that he would live to see that, at least not his current version/self, his future self and billions of others that had been lost throughout the war had the possibility of living a far better life, one free from war...
Or at the very least had a far better chance of winning the war rather than just surviving it.
That did leave another question. If his future/alternate self lived an entirely different life to him...what would happen to him? If he didn't lose his parents, then he wouldn't be a vengeful orphan that was thrown into an orphanage. If he wasn't a vengeful orphan than he wouldn't have accepted the offer to have his revenge against the Covenant by becoming a Spartan.
If he never became a Spartan, he wouldn't have been transferred to Noble Team. If he was never transferred to Noble Team then he wouldn't have been on Reach when the Covenant attacked and the planet fell after weeks of trying to hold them back; and if he wasn't there when it fell he never would have escaped the fallen planet, never would have found himself back in time following the slipspace rupture and everything that he and Dot had spent the last three months doing would be for nothing.
Hm. Nothing about his lift was ever simple, was it?
Slowing down when he spotted the familiar hedgerow, Six finally reached his home. Turning, he headed through the large metal gate that was already open and passed his garage/workshop that was off at the side before following the driveway up to the house on the hill that they had built once they had purchased the property when they had decided to settle down in Mystic Falls when they first arrived due to how quiet it was.
Granted there were a few outlandish stories about Vampires once living in the town, but everyplace had their far share of stories, typically invented to scare children into obedience.
Pulling up outside one of the three garage doors, the door opened, and he headed inside of the empty garage. Switching the modified hydrogen engine off, Six climbed out and wandered over to the door that led into the house. Opening it, he made his way down the hallway, his footsteps bouncing off the walls and filling the house before stepping into the large living room.
Bypassing it, he walked over to where the staircase was and followed them down to the floor that was hidden beneath the ground, an addition that allowed him more space. Reaching the bottom, he made his way down the hall, passing the various other rooms that they had added to the property until he reached the basement.
Opening the door, Six headed down the small flight of stairs and into the basement. Making his way through the room, he walked over to the unsuspecting back wall and placed his hand on the wall. At first nothing happened, but within a few seconds a holographic biometric scanner materialized and started scanning his hand. Once it had, it quickly disappeared, and a part of the wall retracted with a glowing purple light washing over him.
Entering the hidden back room, he walked over to where the teleporter was humming with energy just as the back wall sealed shut. Stepping onto the platform, he disappeared in an instant.
Reappearing in an instant, Six stepped off the identical transporter pad and scanned the hanger bay to see that it was filled with several Huragok's, their numbers drastically increasing over the last few months since he and Dot had borrowed the ship to escape Reach, and the automatons that they had built to handle the more physical tasks; the latter which had made building the house as quickly as they had possible.
Leaving both the Huragok's and Automatons to their assigned tasks, Six made his way through the hanger and headed towards the bridge. As he did, he glanced towards the shield door to see the Earth looking back. Walking up the ramp, he passed a Huragok that waved on it's tentacles in greeting as it floated by and down into the hanger.
Reaching the door, Six waited for a few seconds before it opened up and retracted into the doorframe. Once it was open, he walked through them and made his way down the purple metallic halls. Following them through the ship, he passed the plasma batteries and heavy plasma cannons and continued his way to the bridge.
Arriving at another door, he tapped the holographic control panel. Waiting for a few seconds, the door retracted into the doorframe allowing him entrance. Heading through it, he followed the winding path around to the bridge. It was really times like this that he loathed the Covenant ship design; was it really too much for their halls to be in a straight line?
He was tempted to build another teleporter from the hanger bay to the bridge.
Finally reaching the end of the corridor, he tapped the control panel on the door and once again waited for a few seconds before it retracted into the doorframe. Stepping onto the bridge, he walked through the large room that was filled with various consoles and several automatons that were manning the consoles and acting as the crew after the previous crew had been eliminated.
However, the focus point of the room was undoubtably the massive holographic image of Earth that was displayed in the centre of the room via the emitters in the floor, along with the smaller screens that showed various news reports from around the world.
"How was your first day at school?" A woman's voice that had a distinct British accent, one that was no longer synthetic, suddenly asked through the intercoms that were throughout the bridge.
"Fine."
"Make any friends?"
"No."
"Did you try?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"That is not the purpose of my enrolment."
"Perhaps not." Auntie Dot concurred. "But it would certainly help with your socialization if you befriended and spent time with people."
"Hm." Six grunted, acknowledging the wisdom of her words...if somewhat begrudgingly. "Anything I should know?"
"About work?"
"About anything."
"I have interviewed several people today, all of which show eagerness to join Noble Industries. I have also received numerous emails, mainly from people that wish to express their gratitude to for the cybernetics that have given them or their loved ones a new lease of life." Auntie Dot informed him. "Furthermore, you continue to gain interest from various news channels and papers around the world that wish to interview the mysterious Jericho Reach."
Six grunted. "There's nothing mysterious about me.
"I'm sure that many would disagree with you on that." Dot countered evenly. "Everyone wishes to learn more about you, naturally curious to learn more about the person that designed and built the world's first, fully functioning cybernetics; and why you decided to create Noble Industries in the first place."
"Hm."
"You should however prepare yourself for the inevitable." Dot warned him. "It's only a matter of time until people figure out that you and the Jericho Reach that owns Noble Industries are one and the same. Between the ultra-modern house, the pristine muscle car, your intelligence that will no doubt come to shine at Highschool, it won't be difficult to piece everything together."
"Noted."
"Anyway, I need to go. I have a company to run in your absence."
"Hm." Six grunted as the transmission ended between the ship and the company in Richmond. He had no idea whether she would be home tonight. Unlike him, Dot was an artificial intelligence meaning that she had no need for sleep; and with the synthetic body that they had created for her, allowing her to play the role of his aunt if people started asking questions and the CEO, she could very well work into the night without stopping.
Forgetting about that for the meantime, he also had a job to do. That job being building himself a padlock for the locker at school...and perhaps a laptop, the latter which he learnt would be a necessity for school. Granted, it might just be easier to give the school funding to buy some new computers, or maybe supply the school with some new computers and laptops so that everyone could benefit.
He'd cross that road when he got there; for now, he had a new security device to work on.
And cut! Here is the next chapter of The Noble Diaries since there was a lot of support/interest in a Halo x Vampire Diaries crossover; I hoped you all liked it. Admittingly, not a lot happened since I am mostly world building rather than just having Six there, hence why I didn't have him go to the grill along with Bonnie, Caroline, Elena, and Stefan.
He might go to the party next chapter, he might not. It all depends on whether I can think of a compelling reason for him to go rather than just adding him to the scene just because.
While I didn't go into detail, the house that Six owns/built is John Wick's home from the John Wick franchises due to me finding it fitting since both are assassins; that and it has an ultra-modern feel that sort of meshes with the whole supersoldier from the future vibe.
And yes! Six has a Covenant ship filled with Covenant weapons, Huragok's and even his own robots to help crew and do the more physical tasks that the Huragok's wouldn't be capable of doing.
Not much else to say other than let me know what you all thought!