The year is 2552

Planet Reach was discovered by an army of a radical religious empire called the Covenant who has sent out an armada of war fleets to the planet.

However, this was no ordinary planet being Humanity's most militarized world known to mankind with their military called the "UNSC" who has been giving the Covenant everything they got to protect their planet.

Unfortunately in a matter of a month…

Humanity lost...

Soon, planet Reach was glassed, scorching every inch of this world and those who inhabit the planet. Many super soldiers called "Spartan lll's" sacrificed themselves in an effort to win this war. This included a spartan squad called "Noble Team" tasked to do everything they can to defend Reach or delay its destruction.

As the war continued, they were also tasked to extract a secret weapon. They were successful in delivering the weapon to the Pillar of Autumn which barely escaped from the Covenant's wrath. However this endeavor cost the lives of almost every member of the Spartan team with only two remaining. Fortunately their sacrifice wasn't in vain as said weapon they delivered was an AI named Cortana who had reunited with the Master Chief.

But this is not the Master Chief's story, for one remaining member of Noble Team who refuses to succumb to the Covenants' destruction.

His call sign is Noble Six.

1843 Military Time, August 30th, 2552 UNSC Military Calendar

Ship-breaking yard, Asźod

Reach, Epsilon Eridani system

Thunder roars throughout the sky, illuminating the dense clouds with its blue emissions. The planets' once clear sky was once known for its beautiful sights, now plagued by the Covenant's influence on this planet with huge crafts seen above. The floating structure possessed a more curved surface that is said to be inspired by the nominal build of insects. With its recognizable curved front, the whole structure casted a shadow large enough to cover 1.8 kilometers. These ships are known as Cruisers and they are seen discharging a large beam of scorching purple plasma onto the ground, melting the planets' surface into glass. The Cruiser is not alone as a dozen of said Cruisers contributed to the planet's demise. Although, one Cruiser was seen inactive with its entire structure laying onto the dirt floor engulfed in its bodily flame.

Moving from the destructive sight stands a lone porch near the Railgun, a single Spartan who is responsible for the destruction of the Cruiser, ultimately saving a light cruiser ship known as the "Pillar of Autumn". What seemed to be the last Spartan to ever remain on this dying planet. Noble Six stood alone on a porch near the Railgun, gazing at the devastating scene before him. The once-clear sky was now shrouded with Covenant aircrafts, massive cruisers casting ominous shadows covering kilometers of the surface being lit up by their beams. Undeterred by the planet's impending destruction, Noble Six still had a mission to fulfill, even after his departure from the Pillar of Autumn.

Finishing the Fight.

Surveying the desolation, Six turned his attention to the lifeless body of his fallen comrade, Emile. His body laid on the metal rail, his trusty knife still embedded into the neck of an Elite Zealot, a testament to his own fatal blow. Seeing the sight of his corpse makes him ponder a potential pattern. The ambush back at the Relay Station, Kat's death, and lastly Emile's. Turning towards the dead Zealot as well as acknowledging the other two Zealots and the Field Marshall he killed who he admits gave him hell. He is certain he was next in line for his demise, and he's gonna be damn sure to leave a mark.

In a final tribute to Emile, Six saluted his fallen comrade and soon retrieved his dog tag to keep safe within his grasp. Turning his focus to Emile's knife, he decided to bring it with him as well. He pulled the knife from the corpse, wiped the purple stain and took a good look at the blade. Its craftsmanship is demonstrated with the reflection from the sun. Emile was always known to be a knife expert, being able to use the weapon against his foes with deadly precision. He has always respected him for his ruthlessness and always finishing an enemy with his own sense of style from his limited time with the Spartan. Even with his death, he still went out on his own terms. Though Emile is gone, his legacy will live on from him.

Driven by determination and a desire to honor his fallen comrades, Six modified his armor by replacing his own shoulder pad with Emile's. With the fallen Spartan's knife and his emblem now adorning his armor, Six set off towards the choking landscape that awaits him, knowing full well that this might be the last sight he would behold before facing his fate. The trip was nothing short of quiet with the sounds of the ground being decimated miles away from his position. His silent footsteps echoes with his resolve as he marches through the hellscape the Covenant created. As he walked, thoughts came to mind with finding potential weapons, vehicles, maybe even points of interest being held back with most being blown to smithereens. What else is he gonna find here? What is his next plan?

Putting use of UNSC's aircrafts is out of the window, too risky and basically nonexistent. His next best bet is taking down a cruiser but how? They have the whole planet in their hands and there isn't much he could do without running the risk of being discovered. He also can't hide as help will not come to retrieve him since he is already considered MIA. The thought of the risk of starving to death comes to mind.

He's on his own, a lone wolf once again.

Finally hitting the 36th mile mark, he comes across a desolate town with most of its structures reduced to ash, enough to be considered rubble. But nonetheless, it checks out as a place to hide out for the meantime. He searched the area for any ammo only to find nothing but rubble. He searched more until he came across something that reminded him of the situation he's in. Another Spartan, Spartan lll to be exact was lying limp with no sign of life. Their armor was torn apart with burnt marks all over. One of his own fell to the covenant. He could only acknowledge the sacrifices they all have made as he begins to scavenge what he could make use of from the Spartan. Soon he finds a Spartan ability on the rear end of the Spartan's hip, not wanting to waste the opportunity to equip himself with one.

His search session was halted the moment he felt a ripple of vibrations, causing pebbles to jitter below him. The source appeared to be from the north from the craft's audible approach. Swiftly, he sought refuge behind a sizable concrete wall that could offer cover. Clutching his M392 DMR tightly, he braced for a potential intense conflict. Moving himself up to see through the shattered window, a Spirit aircraft emerged into view, hovering above the adjacent building before gradually descending to his elevation. It's gravitational force blowing the dust around the area with the craft's lights breaking through the dust. Sitting still he anticipates the ship's first move.

The Spirit's turret suddenly turned towards his location and fired a large plasma projectile towards him. His Spartan instincts kick in as he immediately ducks down to merely dodge the rounds flying above him. The zooming rounds cast a blinding white glow through the sides of his visor as they crash onto the wall across from him, obliterating the concrete wall behind him with each impact melting the stone into magma. Plasma bolts were the most dangerous kind of ammunition to be in the receiving end, as without his Mjolnir armor he would have surely been killed just by the sheer heat the bolts emit. Even with his armor, Intense heat was felt through his adorning armor, he could only wait until the damages were critical enough to create a large hole in the wall. Taking this chance he rolled over to the destroyed sight to get some distance away from the craft as it landed.

The Spartan kept his focus on the Spirit in front of him until a large red dot appeared in his radar. Moving his DMR behind him, he comes across a secondary Spirit from the large hole on the wall ambushing him. He was however too late to react as the Spirit fired its turret, blasting the wall. The explosion sent him flying and crashed onto the ground. Intense heat was felt through the armor, making it rather difficult to breath for a second until he gathered his senses. While recovering, he notices the second spirit open its side hatches where figures were seen dropping down revealing two squads, each from both sides of the Spirit. 4 Elites were present as well as 6 grunts and 4 Jackals from seeing their silhouette. A common combination of the species which all have their sense of lethalness. The Jackals' shields make it extremely difficult to get a shot at them forcing one to take extreme measures just to get around their resilient shields. The Unggoy known as Grunts are easier to kill, but their numbers are what make them much susceptible to being overwhelmed. But none of the two are as deadly as the tall slender Elites who have been at the forefront of the entire alliance, striking fear into many Marines as they are responsible for the onslaught of much of Humanity.

He figured they were solely following him, giving away his location the moment he entered the broken town. But all that does not matter to him at the moment while one thing was still clear in his mind. To kill every single Covenant scum he could find. And he has found a lot to satisfy his needs. The Spirit makes its leave by firing rounds towards him once again. He sprints away from the raining ball of deaths coming his way, maneuvering through the different road paths filled with rubble. Each round burns through the concrete buildings and finally leaves a glossy crater when it crashes onto the ground.

Fortunately he was fast enough to draw it out for the Spirit to finally ascend towards the sky. But he couldn't forget the other Spirit which remained in the same position. His focus shifted to a Grunt trying to ambush him with a charged plasma pistol. The Grunt released the discharged plasma but the Spartan was quick enough to dodge the shot and made quick work of the Grunt with a bullet in its head. Another Grunt was seen rapidly firing their weapons supported by three additional Grunts. Jumping into cover, avoiding a hellfire of plasma zooming over him. His eyes scattered around to find any opening. A large rock the size of his hand came to view and an idea pops into his head.

He lifted his DMR and began returning fire, taking out 2 Grunts giving him an opening to jump across to grab the rock and chucked it towards the Grunt's gas mask. The Grunt fell onto their back as they held onto their neck as the creature was struggling to breathe before being shot dead by Noble Six. The encounter cost him to get struck from behind only for his shield to lose only 5%. He turned his focus to the last Grunt and finished them off with a single shot to their skull. Before he could move on to his next target, a blue blur came into his peripheral vision. With quick reaction he blocked it with his DMR only to realize it was a plasma grenade. Seconds away from being blasted, he noticed a slight warp behind the fences on his right. He quickly threw his weapon towards the warp as the plasma grenade exploded, causing the warp to flicker rapidly revealing an Elite with its shields also flickering. But the force of the blast wasn't enough as the Elite lunged at him and crashed against him.

The creature's weight was nothing comparable to his half ton suit as he easily spun around to counter the Elites attack and threw him a few feet away. Six then proceeded to get into close combat throwing a punch onto the Elite's mandibles but in return was struck by the gut. The pain didn't register to him effectively enough to weaken him as he continued his attacks. Every strike gave the Elite multiple bodily injuries with the combination with the Spartan countering their every move until he elbowed the creature, effectively caving their face in, killing them. The Spartan finished it off with him throwing the creature's corpse onto a wall, discarding the dead warrior.

Yet again he was showered by the many plasma rounds from the second Elite. To avoid depleting his shields even more, he rolled out of range and took out his pistol, firing to overwhelm their shields. As if the burdens continued to pile up, a wave of plasma bolts came his way from the remaining Jackals and Grunts from the first group. He went to cover from the crossfire and was now pinned by the large group. Taking out his grenade, he chucks it towards the group of Elites and an explosion engulfed the area with their roars of frustration emerging as their shields have depleted. He jumped out of cover and placed multiple shots taking out 2 Elites and charged towards the Jackals for another close combat.

First he kicked the front Jackal's shield, sending them flying toward a Grunt behind him. He then turned his attention to the second Jackal who was disoriented by the sudden force and placed a headshot, killing the creature. Before continuing, he was struck by an overcharged plasma shot from the third Jackal critically depleting his shield down to 45%. He takes a shot at their foot, causing them to lower their shield out of pain and proceeds blowing their head off. He turns to the fourth one and kicks the bastard down and finishes him off by crushing its head with his foot, splattering its brain matter everywhere. He turned and saw the Jackal he kicked recovering and held their energy shield upwards. It was futile as the Spartan placed the shot at its arm, completely blasting it off. The Jackal shrieked out of pain but was silenced with a headshot.

The entire encounter left him with 27% of his shield remaining leaving the risk of him being overwhelmed if it keeps this pace up. Finishing off the last Grunt with a shot to the head, he turned to see the first elite recovered charging toward him wielding an energy sword. He's gotten a chance to get a good look at the elite as he recognized the elite as a commander from its gold colored armor. The elite swung the sword towards him but he was quick enough to crouch and dodged that swing. As the elite swung and missed, giving him an opportunity to place pistol rounds onto its shield. He continues this motion with rolls and leans in quick motion as he puts more rounds depleting its shield. It was however a difficult task as the elite was just as fast as him countering his every move as he tried throwing different tactics against the Elite.

From his peripheral vision, he noticed plasma rounds coming his way and anticipated it coming from the second Elite only to find out the group from the stationary spirit were deployed. He sees Grunts and Jackals trying to throw his motion off. He notices that this drop however was less than the first with only two elites, two Jackals and three grunts. In response he would make quick maneuvers to get the grunts into sight to make split second movements on shotting them. Mentally counting one by one of every Grunt he killed before turning to the Elite swinging towards his head. The Spartan quickly dodges and strikes their head with a devastating blow so quick it was merely a blur destroying the Elite's mandibles as it dangles below their mouth. Finally, he unsheathed Emile's knife from his shoulder and swung his arm in an uppercut move, swiftly impaling the Elites head under the mandible. Enough force to pierce through the shield killing the Elite.

He snatches the energy swords handle and holds onto it while two red dots appeared on the radar, he turned to see two more Elites come into view who he recognized as high ranked warriors also revealing their energy swords. The remaining Jackals revealed themselves aiding the Elites. The two began charging towards him with Jackals rapidly firing their plasma pistols in his direction. In return, he threw a grenade at the elites and placed a shot accurate enough to hit the grenade blasting the two right at their faces. They were pushed back with depleted shields and he was able to take the two out with two shots. He turned his attention to the jackals and made quick work of them shooting their legs and then their fragile heads.

With one more to go, his progress halted when a sizable blip blazed on his radar. Swiveling, he spotted a Wraith hurtling in his direction. The tank unleashed a massive plasma ball, engulfing the Spartan in its searing blast. Drawing nearer as the dust began to settle, the Wraiths' presence brushed the dust off, exposing a vacant expanse of glassy sand where the Spartan had been. The Wraith's gunner bellowed in triumphant celebration, their joy was short-lived as the vehicle was suddenly obliterated into fragments, consumed by the blast. Amidst the sapphire flames that filled the wreckage, a distortion of the atmosphere materialized into a Spartan form, phasing back into view as he deactivated his camouflage.

As he was about to continue his battle, he was met with a large mass colliding into him, knocking him on the ground. Quickly recovering, he turns his head to see a blurred object at his face. An intense impact sent him off a few feet away as the flying dust filled the area. Getting back up again he sees a red dot on his Mini map, not knowing what his foe would do next he raises his arms up to protect his helmet which helped him from damaging his visor as his arms absorbed the impact. Giving him an opportunity to see his enemy which he responds by throwing jabs at the Covie multiple times until he kicks them away giving him space to comprehend the situation.

Soon the dust settled giving the Spartan a clear look at who attacked him, the next emotion that flowed through him was pure hatred as he turned to face the final Elite standing in front of the Wraith's wreckage, returning his gaze with a comparable sense of burning rage. The Elite's distinctive design marked it as a Zealot, the only survivor of the squad that killed Kate and Emile. A ferocious roar accompanied its withdrawal of an energy sword, unique in that it emitted on both hands, albeit slightly smaller. The two locked eyes, the last remaining remnants of their respective teams.

"So, you're the last of your squad." Noble Six remarks "I'll make sure you're dead on the ground," The grip on his AR tightens.

Yet, a new vibration rumbled through the air, not from above but from behind as a large red blip materialized on his radar, revealing a Spirit gunship with apparent intentions to ambush him from the rear. Noble Six grasped his fate but opted to charge the enemy nonetheless. His singular focus was on eliminating the one responsible for his comrades' deaths. The two both surged toward each other, heavy footsteps marked the ground as the two remaining warriors began their final battle.

A violent tremor convulsed the area, causing an abrupt halt. With Noble Six's confusion, an intense pitch sound has suddenly made itself present ringing though the Spartan's ear giving out a painful feeling through his eardrums causing him to kneel down in the hopes of reducing the abrupt torture. He immediately puts his suit in deafening mode to eliminate the awful sound however that remained futile as the ringing stayed consistent. As if the noise were wrestling with one another, multiple voices were heard throughout this chaos that all sounds to be coming from a single female overlapping themselves with joy, confusion, fear and finally into pain. The voices in his head soon transformed into cries and screams as he places his hands around his head to quell this torture.

This excruciating experience continued on for a few more seconds until a bright light flashed through the clouded sky with branches of light creeping throughout the sky. This strange phenomenon was seen at distances away where the horizon point covers the rest with most of the clouds being illuminated by the blue flash. The flash also produced a loud crackling noise that resembles a thunderous roar throughout the sky. He and the Zealot were pushed back by a large shockwave that reached the area in mere seconds.

After the thunder blast, the Shockwave seemed to have thankfully stopped the ringing with the sounds of his shield depleting down to 5%. His vision was blurring a bit that was almost enough to knock him unconscious, he powers through it as he gets up to comprehend what has just taken place until a sound of a crash is heard behind him. He turned to see the Spirit plummeted into the ground. He figured that the thunderous black also brought in a heavy trace of EMP which easily explains his shield depletion and the ship's sudden crash. He quickly checked his suit's condition to then be relieved as his mini fusion reactor was still kicking.

Turning his gaze towards the Spirit, an idea came to his head. The Spirit would be a critical element in bringing him towards the Cruiser. There was an opportunity to halt the glassing even further if he could infiltrate the craft and destroy it from the inside just like what he has done to the Super Carrier. Noble Six turned back to notice the Zealot ignoring him due to that bright beacon flashing in the sky. Taking advantage of this opportunity threw a grenade at the Elite. The object exploded, launching several pelts as the Zealot was pushed back crashing onto the ground.

That light, Noble Six recognized the area where the flashing beam was coming from, a city known as Erőd. He has heard of the area from key locations highlighted for major defense locations for this city contains many nuclear weapons such as the Havok which are produced and stored at the Rajitom Facility in the city. Although the city has since been taken over by the Covenant, he discarded that obstacle as his best chances are still in the city. He updated his mission to make his way towards Erőd using the Spirit. Stopping his footsteps the moment he reaches the craft and opens the hatch to see the pilot inside heavily disoriented from the crash. Nonetheless, their life came to a halt as Noble Six placed a bullet into their skull thanks to their depleted shield.

Disregarding the corpse, he made his way in climbing into the craft but before he could enter, a large green ball struck onto his back. The burning sensation from the plasma eating away his armor was felt throughout his back. Fortunately it wasn't enough to kill the Spartan when he quickly turned to see the last Grunt preparing another super charge but was quickly shot down. Groans escaped his mouth by the heat sizzling his back area but has quickly dissipated, the result of this sudden attack left a large section of his back armor melted away exposing the fusion reactor under the shell.

Finally entering the craft he finds the intersection a tight space to easily maneuver but it was enough to access the controls. He has experience working with Covenant tech thanks to his simulation training at one point making him remember the inner workings of the advanced craft. There was a small moment when the engine refused to start until seconds later he heard his shield replenishing while the spirit activated its engine. Moments later he feels the craft began to levitate from the ground and he quickly gained control of the Spirit. The Zealot roared out of anger as the spirit flew through the skies to his new destination, Erőd.

He has been through many kinds of vehicles throughout his time in Reach and the many operations he participated including in the planet Mamore involving a counter-insurgency against the insurrectionist. Whether it'd be Warthogs, Tanks, Covenant cannons, even a Forklift, there is one that the Spartan enjoys operating which is piloting a starfighter commonly known as a Sabre with two occurrences where he piloted the craft back in Mamore and his space combat out of Reaches' orbit, fighting off Covenant ships. The Spirit was no different in terms of the thrilling sensation as he took it to the skies but not enough to be detected. Noble Six wished to have more time piloting such a fine machine, but that time has long since passed, and he's gonna make sure the Covenant will pay for it.

Minutes passed as the Spartan made great distances over the scorched lands. Making use of the camera on the Spirit, he looked around the area below him and came to find that the destruction doesn't get any better the more he continues. Towns, roads, structures, homes… All reduced to rubble, memories that were present, now gone. He finally made his way towards the city and as he expected, the city was in shambles with the tall towers on the brink of collapsing. However, the city has not been glassed yet when he sees the Cruiser that was distant from the city but not out of range from being glassed in mere moments. Seeing this gives him enough time to commit to the present campaign. Moving his arms forward, the Spirit flew down and over some more destroyed structures, in search of the facility belonging to Rajitom.

As if he were seeing two visions, he suddenly starts to recall his childhood past which he thought to have lost throughout his time in the Spartan lll Program. A memory that kicked off his hatred for the Covenant and has since scarred him both mentally and physically. His mind was starting to bring him back to the time he had first encountered one of the Covenant's creatures.

The sensation of lightheadedness was alien to him as his grip tightened over his mouth when he heard his mother screaming before being silenced when the Elite shoves their sword into her. Its emission was the only source of light for him to see what's going on. Seconds later, another shine was emitted from his father's shotgun after kicking into the door in an attempt to flank the creature making the creature's shield flicker a bit. His father let out a battle cry before being split in half by a single swing from the blade.

Sweat fell ever more intently, making it more difficult to keep his mouth shut in order to not let a single breath escape as the Elite searched for survivors. As if his body was against him he starts hyperventilating, catching the attention of the monster. The Elite marches towards the sound and leans closer sensing the boy's presence, the last thing he saw was the bright light emitting from the Elites blade that covered his vision.

Suddenly being dragged into reality, he hears a blazing notification coming from the ship's transmission. Turning his attention to the radio, he notices two large red dots on his radar and discovers two Banshees on his rear end. Hearing the static coming from the transmission, an Elite's voice is heard. Unable to make out what the Elite was saying, he was given no choice but to respond by thrusting his arms forward, boosting the Spirit away from the two Banshees who were now tailing him. Testing the Spirits capabilities, he pushed the craft to its maximum speed in order to find the facility. Before he knew it, he felt a series of impacts from the Banshees. He made maneuvers in an attempt to shake them off as he steered the craft around the city. The Spirit soured between the tall buildings while the Banshees easily catch up to the Spirit. He radically searched around the control panel and found the controls for the Spirit's turret.

The turret rotated towards the two banshees and began spitting out large plasma bolts onto the banshees. However, the Banshees showed they are more quicker than first perceived as they merely dodged its deadly Projectiles with a combination of swings and turns. Six was running out of options as he couldn't out maneuver the two and his turret wasn't as effective. Turning the camera around for any options available, an idea popped into his head as he remembered his time with the FSS 1000 Sabre. In a swift motion, he steered the Spirit upwards towards the sky and the two Banshees kept their distance. The three crafts pierced through the dark clouds while also witnessing the different lightning hues coming from the side effects of the heavy influence from the Cruisers glassing. The Spirit swung left to right avoiding taking too many shots from the two banshees.

When Six thought he was high enough and great distances away from his pursuers, he shuts off the engine before the Spirit silently pivoted its front aiming at the planet, plummeting straight towards the Banshees. Six then reignited the engines and the turret, now in a much better position to aim at the Two Banshees, started blasting towards the two. One was not able to dodge the hellfire of plasma bolts, and was blasted mid-air. The second Banshees fared much better as it maneuvered around expertly and soon passed by the Spirit. Six thrusted his arms to intensify the thrust, he pushed through a lethal amount of G-force for an average Human being as the Spirit punched through the clouds and the city was now in view as the Spirit reflected the sun. Pivoting the Spirit up, the craft soon leveled with the planet's horizon. He kept his hast, but the Spirit unfortunately took too much damage as the exterior was heavily scorched and cavings are seen around the Spirit and Six wasn't too fond of crashing.

Searching for a place to land, he noticed a certain building that looked out of place in terms of condition. Instead of scorched or heavily damaged, the structure instead has a surprising amount of vegetation on them with trees overcrowding the area that seems impossible given the conditions. There was no time to think too much of it and he turned the Spirit in that direction. Then the Spirit sensed a vehicle on top and a thump was heard. Before he could react, a hatch behind him suddenly opened and he felt he was being grabbed by something. It tried to pull him off but he stayed put and turned to see the same Zealot.

"You again!" Six exclaimed.

The Zealot roared as it ignited their energy dagger and threw their arm at him in an attempt to stab him with little success as he barely dodged each strike in such a tight area. Putting too much attention toward the Elite, he lost control of the controls leading to both of them diving towards the strange building at such rapid altitude. Six turned to the camera and saw the building in front of him, he elbowed the creature and pulled the handle up barely making their way up until a bright light occurred once again but this time, they were instead engulfed into the light.

All the Spartan could see was pure white, forcing him to squint his eyes in response, the display lasted for mere seconds until what the Spartan saw next was beyond his expectation. The area that was once the city around him suddenly changed into a thriving forest, absent of any sign resembling destruction and a small glimpse of what looks like a small town that was distant. Moments later, a loud thunderous roar blasted through both him and the Elites body as they felt the force from the blast. As if things couldn't get any stranger nor worse for him, the ringing sound of the female voice boomed through his eardrums as he began to get disoriented from the amount of voices he could hear. This time, there was no stopping as he had difficulty hearing what was going on around him and he began to see things that were from both places he does or doesn't remember being in. Showcasing glimpses of the Covenants interior to even a shiny hallway, reminiscent of a school's hallway.

Soon the visual display then showed a dark area around him with a lone light shining over a person he had never seen before who looked to be a female displaying long black hair and wearing what he remembers as a school uniform, she seemed to be on the younger side, a child perhaps? Although his vision seems to worsen the more he moves his eyes to see her face which also causes an increase in the pain on his head with the ringing. His eyes began to become drenched in tears to his surprise, he wiped off his tears to see that his arm felt different, as if it didn't belong to him. Moving his arm upward, he notices he's not in his Mjolnir suit but instead a rather loose uniform that is similar to what the girl was wearing. Before he could think to himself of what was going on, a bright beam emitted from behind the girl and he was suddenly pulled back.

His vision was brought back into reality once again as he felt the hands of a Zealot pulling him out of the vehicle, before he could fight back they soon realized they were going to crash onto the ground. Noble Six lost grasp of the Spirit as he and the Elite were separated from the craft as the two lost sight of one another. Six turns and sees the Spirit crashing through the trees creating a deep trail of dirt behind. He then turned back to see where he was falling to see the ground coming ever closer to him. In response, he lifted his arms to make some kind of cushion from the impact before Noble Six's vision went dark as he impacted in the soil. Finally stopping the unbearable screaming voices.

Author Notes:

So... It's been a while.

After 6 years, I have returned for another fic after a... Not so impressive first installation that I have published since 2018. I do not plan on continuing the fanfic for the meantime which is probably for the best. XD

With that out of the way, thank you for checking out this first chapter which this time I have been planning for a long while and you may have certainly noticed the kind of crossover this is and may have thought to yourself, why? Well, I thought it'd be a cool but a certainly challenging premise to get my hands on and I hope that my current skill will keep you hooked into the story.

I will be pursuing a bi-weekly schedule for this fanfic, however the next chapter will release next Friday. Although I cannot promise to be fully consistent, but I will do my utmost efforts to try.

Again, thank you guys for giving this a read and I will see you guys next Friday, have a swell day! :D