War. War never changes, tactics, weapons, soldiers, battle grounds, these change, but war is the same. Brutal, unforgiving, violent. Honor in war comes from duty in service. Service to those held dear to them.
A Spartans' duty was to humanity, but they lost their core connection to what made them human... at least the first generations of spartans. Selected from specific peramiters, the Spartan 2s were the pinacle of soldiers. War made flesh.
The Spartan 3 program took orphans of the human covenant war to create a bulwark of near suicidal warrior's. Stronger then a average soldier but more disposable then a Spartan of the previous program. But not all.
A team emerged, a team of six Spartans that proved their humanity. Of that Team only one survived while the others lost their lives. Or so it seemed.
Spartan B312. Noble six. Oni's lone Wolf and assassin would return in another age.
In an age that there is only War.
Chapter 1
MIA NO LONGER
The sound of gun fire filled the desolate base, bodies of human and alien soldiers littered the ground and buildings. Blood splattered on stones and walls. Dropships deployed more ground forces to break the last defenders will only to be gun down. The sound of heavy boots kicking up dirt caught the brutes ear as he turned his weapon to the source only to be shot down.
The Spartan slamfired the shotgun in their hands gunning down the attackers. reaching for ammo the stopped as they felt the epty pouch. Dropping the weapon they snatched a orange cuncussion rifle from the corpes of their foes. Scavenging what little ammunition they could they turned wepon on the next squad of enemies blasting apart the foot soldiers.
Soot coated their blood crimson armor as they ran for cover. Pulling their last grenade they waited for a drop ship to come low to deliver the next group of enemies. The hum of plasma bases engines came soon. The purple vessels came low and close enough as the bays of the Phantom drop ship came close they launched the grenade into the vessel as the sheilds dropped. There was a moment of silence before a explosion rocked the ship.
Lurching forward the craft slammed into the ground. crushing some of the ground forces it had brought. In the Spartan ran from cover firing the alien weapon with deadly accuracy. Running and leaping into the air they climbed into vessel and found the pilot barely alive.
The warriors knife quickly changed that as a fountain of purple blood coated the control consol. Quickly taking control of the vessel They made a desperate attempt to flee the battlefield as the super carriers of the Covenant Fleet approached. glossing the surface of the once lush world with devastating plasma weaponry. Though with no slipspace capability there was nowhere to run.
But undettered the Spartan turned the ship skyward. Avoiding fire from oppsing ships they reached space. Hundreds of massive ships orbited the planet. Making a desperate attempt to run the blockade as plasma weapon meant for massive capital ship combat struggled ti hit the smaller nimbler vessels.
Untill a green plasma laser hit the sheilds leaving the ship adrift as the atmoshere was vented from the vessel. Dead and drifting in space.
The Spartan clung to the ceiling activating their active camouflage to hide from their enemy as they inspected the vessel with a banshee fighter. Only the dead bodies of their comrades were seen.
Soon they left the vessel alone to drift inspace. Returning their attention to the destruction of the world at hand.
The fleet moved passed the smaller vessal as it slowly regained power from the damaged reactor engins.
The human warrior pulled themself backinto the piolets seat as carefully as they could turned the small vessel away from the world. Only for a warning to blare to life.
A massive slip space pirtal opened. Larger then any the Spartan had seen before as a ship of Covenant origin emerged. but it was vloser to call it a City built in Space. but the portal kept expanding and the damaged ship couldn't escape being swallowed in the portal with no destination.
Regulus was on patrol on the outskirts of the Salamanders forward operating base when he fire ball streak from the sky. A strange portal opened up unlike those of the warp and a strange alien craft crashed in the valley bellow.
"Sargeant. A Xeno Vessal exited a portaland crashed approximately 3 kms from my position. Should I engage?" The Space marine called over his vox channel.
"Affirmative. Engage and report back. Capture any survivors for interogation."
With his orders the massive soldier clad in holy cerimite he quickly made his way down the valley. The plume of purple plasma fire a shining beacon of the location of the wreck.
The uncontrolled fire consumed the wreck entirely once he arrived but a strange site was playing before him as he observed from the tree line.
A massive ape like Xeno pulled its self along the bank. its leg blown clean off ass blood spurted out. A chark and large laceration covered its back. But standing over the Xeno was a tall humanoid in strange crimson power armor. The beings vox voice came through some what distorted as though the equipment was damaged. But the rage was clear in their voice. "Damn dirty monkey... you burn our worlds, sluaghter our people, a holy war for my peoples destruction. And here you beg for my mercy. How many humans have you killed! HOW MANY BEGGED FOR MERCY!"
They pulled a knife from their chest peice, still coated in the blood of their last kill. "You freaks killed my team! My parent's! And now you expect me to give you MERCY!" The armored human rammed the knie through the Xeno's skull. Ripping the bloody knife out they looked at their surroundings. "Where the hell am I?"
Regulus holstered his bolter before stepping out from the tree line. The armored human turned to dace him blade drawn. "What are you?" They demanded.
"I mean you no harm. I am human like you. I am Regulas of the Salamanders Space Marine Chapter of the Imperium of Man. I am a Battle Brother of the Third company.
"Spartan B312, Callsign Noble Six, rank Warrant Officer of the Unsc. I don't know what this Imperium of man is. And your too large to be human." The warrior held their knife.
The space marine lifted his hands to his helm. and with a his thumbs he hit the release locks before removing the helm. His jet black skin was chilled in the night air. His firey eyes looked softly upon the warrior. "I mean you no harm."
The spartan stood still beffore wiping their blade clean and sheathing it. their hands reached to their own helm and the hiss of the pressurized suit cut the silence between them. The helm was held in one hand to the side. Pale rose skin scared on one side twisting the mouth into a permanent grin. Sea green eyes met firey red framed in short red locks of hair. She glared daggers at the astartes as he held out his hand.
Something quick. There is more stuff coming in the near future.
