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Winterfell

Noble Six

6 months prior to King Robert's arrival

Clang..Clang..Clang..Clang

As Six stared at the ceiling of his room, the methodical sound of metal clashing metal brought an odd sense of comfort. Almost as if, he had heard it when he was younger. Strange. Pulling himself up he leaned on his knees and stared at the floor. He went over the previous day's events over and over in his head, searching for anything to help him contact high command and get the hell off this primitive rock. One thing he could not understand, was how a human colony this far back in time. It had been almost a thousand years since lords and monarchs held any real power in human society.

That left him with a huge problem, based on the few hours of interactions with the civilian populace. The chance of him finding a spaceport or sending out a beacon was looking more impossible by the minute. Yet, he still had to try. The people of Earth and the UNSC needed him back, the war wasn't going to end with him sitting on some back water planet.

Pulling up his TACPAD he scrolled through some of the settings, he could use his helmets built-in lights to project a hologram. The data port at the rear of his helmet would be used for the disc with the evidence. With that he went through any footage his helmet may have captured to use as evidence of his past and future claims.

Six also understood that what he was doing was going directly against protocol, almost everything about him and the organization he represented was classified. The fact he was even doing this had to show how desperate he was to get back. He'd deal with the consequences when he got back to command.

Unfortunately, some of the archived footage had been damaged from the blast. Bearing that in mind he had decided to only use the last hour of his fighting on Reach and his first on whatever planet this was. That should be enough to satisfy Lord stark, he would need it to be.

Tapping a few times on his TACPAD he uploaded the video onto a data disc and inserted it into the port at the rear of his helmet, and now all he could do was wait. He could hear the occasional shifting of feet; the guards were getting tired from their shift no doubt. A sudden commotion caught his attention but didn't move a muscle in response.

"Lord Stark has requested our guest be brought to the great hall." A voice came from beyond the door. Six stood to his full height before slipping his helmet back on and approached the door. A man entered with long brown hair and appeared to be in his early thirties, slight stubble on each side of his jawline. When the man approached Six, he was relieved when he saw no fear in the man's eyes.

"Well met, stranger. Jory Cassel, Captain of the Stark household guard." Jory said in a proud voice. The spartan gave only a nod in response and that was enough for Jory, he turned away from Six and made through the open door with Six as a shadow. As he passed the guards and entered the courtyard, he could see various children running amok with laughter in the air. No snow in the air yet through the smallest cracks in his armor he could feel the chill.

They came upon the great hall shortly after, as two stark men guarded the entrance. When they saw Jory along with the spartan, they held up their hands to stop them. Jory turned to Six, the matter clear in his mind.

"I'm afraid you'll need to turn over your arms, you can understand our caution." Jory declared, hoping the Six would not take offense. Noble Six stared back at the man for what seemed like an eternity and contemplated his response. He was not at all surprised at the circumstance, and briefly nodded his head in silence. He reached for his DMR located on his back plate, Jory eyed the strange weapon, a design curious to him. The Lone wolf ejected the magazine out and placed it into his ammo pouch, pulled the action open and placed it into the hands of the guards. Next were his blades, and he wasn't happy to be parting with Emile's Kukri. Even if it was temporary, that was the only reminder he had of his fallen brother. He unsheathed them both as the guards visibly stiffened at the sudden action, before staring at the strange blades he had.

"Do not lose these." Noble Six stated very clearly, he would be very unhappy if they did. The fat bellied guard nodded his head vigorously, and the only gave a short nod. That seemed to satisfy The Lone wolf as he turned to Jory. The man seemed to get the signal as the doors were parted, and the two men stepped through. The great hall itself held eight long tables on either side, and a high table where he could see the Lord of Winterfell sitting in his chair.

The man did hold an impressive presence, a man that was respected by his people and his men. Though he was not alone in this case, sitting beside was a woman with bright auburn hair with deep blue eyes. The two of them seemed to be in a deep conversation before their gazes shifted, and the mighty spartan stood before the Warden of the North.

"My lord, my lady." Jory greeted the two starks with a bow of his head. Lord Stark nodded his head to the captain of his guard before addressing them both.

"You have my thanks, Jory. You may leave us." Ned Stark's voice boomed through the great hall with a slight echo. Not a moment later and it was just the three of them, an eerie silence entered the room as Noble Six stepped forward.

"Lord Stark." The deep grumble and foreign accent did not go unnoticed by Lady Stark, nor did the man's size for that matter.

"Before we begin. I must ask your name, stranger." Lord Stark asked, his attention now fully captured.

"Six." The response he gave was obviously not what they were expecting, Lord Stark furrowed his eyebrows. The grim reality of this, was that other than the designation he had been given while a member of Noble Team. He had been given the call sign Noble Six, or just Six. Beyond that he had never been called anything other than, Spartan.

His birth name had been forgotten by years of intense psychological training to become the perfect soldier. Some of his fellow Spartans chose their names, but he never put any thought into it. There were more important things to be focused on rather than what one is called.

Lord Stark looked taken aback by the name, or number in this case."...Six? That's no name, but a number."

"A number to you yes, but to me a name. But you may call me Spartan to avoid confusion for that is what I am."

"As you say, spartan. Now, let us continue. By your accent and strange armor, you are not of the North or Westeros, are you?" Ned questioned, but it was more or less a question he already knew the answer to. Now the ball was in his court, Six had to convince Lord Stark that what he says is true.

"I am not."

Lord Stark leaned forward, "Then how did you manage to come this far into our lands?".

Noble Six stood still as a statue, before taking a small cautious move forward. "I don't know the answer to that, because I only woke up in these lands yesterday." The spartan replied coolly.

Lord Stark stared at him for a long time before addressing him, "You mean to say that you have no knowledge of The North, and dare I say the Seven Kingdoms itself. Yet here you stand?"

The Lone Wolf looked away for a brief moment as he prepared himself for what was to come. "I am not of these lands, and neither am I of this world."

Ned to his credit, did not make any movement upon that declaration. "Do you take me for a fool? Men have been called mad for less, do you have any proof that what you are telling is true?"

"Yes, but I must ask you to keep an open mind for what you are about to see. Where I'm from, things are drastically different than here." He did not need Lord Stark to trust him, only to believe him.

Ned looked to Catelyn, and they both shared an unspoken thought before they both turned back to him. "Aye, you have my word." And with that Six nodded his head and activated his tac-pad. Once he had found the video containing the proof, he looked back at the Stark Lord.

"The images you are going to see are that of a world called Reach, and the firefight that led me here."

"Firefight?" Catelyn questioned with a slight cock of the head; the word tasted foreign to her.

"A battle, Lady Stark." Six clarified as she and Ned both Nodded their heads. Now that he was ready to show them, he projected the screen via his helmet cam and the video began.

Ned Stark

This man that stood before him puzzled him greatly, for Ned had never seen a man of this size. Perhaps this spartan was larger than Ser Gregor Clegane, The Mountain. The armor was strange as well for it was unlike anything he'd ever seen; it was covered in black and had various dents and a few burn marks. Large round balls attached to the chest with what looked like a tiny piece of metal coming out of the side. But it was still very impressive, nonetheless. Whomever this man was, it was a story he was inclined to hear. After all, the spartan did save the lives of those people. His people, and for that he would hear him out. A golden visor peered into him as the spartan made to show proof of his claims. Ned's thoughts were interrupted when a strange light emerged from the Spartan's very helm.

'What manner of sorcery is this?' Ned asked himself before he began to see what appeared to be the spartan, the projection began to stop and stutter for a brief moment. Before it resumed again. Ned could not believe his eyes, by all rights what he was witnessing was madness. As it played he began to see structures as high as the sky itself, but what troubled him greatly were the bodies of women, children, and even babes littering the street. It looked as if the very land itself was on fire with a red haze that covered the sky and the dead the surface.

"Is this your... realm?" Catelyn asked as she tried to find the right word, fear evident in her voice.

Ned looked to the spartan as well, but only received a nod in response. Whilst they witnessed the horrors of the Spartans' world, Ned watched the spartan closely as well. 'By the old gods and the new, the man hasn't moved since...whatever this is started.' But, his thoughts were interrupted when he laid eyes on a beastly creature whose jaw seemed to split into four pieces. He could hear a shocked gasp from his wife as she too bore witness to this madness.

Ned watched as the spartan fought his enemies one by one with such ferocity and precision. His weapons confused him greatly as well, their design and effect left him dumbfounded. They resembled a way a crossbow was, but the Spartan's weapons do not fire arrows. But made a thunderous sound when fired and This troubled him greatly as he shoved the thought into the back if his head.

Then he saw a small boy cradling his father be blown apart by a blue fire. It knocked the spartan back and he removed his helm as he spat blood. The image changed and they could now see the spartan, but only from his neck down as the helmet was kicked.

Ned began to be filled with dread as the beast's leader approached the wounded spartan at a stalking pace. A dagger in the shape of light in its palms as it finally stood tall. Then when he felt he couldn't be any more surprised by this, the beast spoke. The beast spoke the common tongue, and he could only watch in horror as the elite suddenly and violently shoved the dagger of light into the Spartan's chest.

As quickly as it happened the beast withdrew the dagger, and to his shock the spartan began to rise up and they caught a glimpse of the spartan but could only make out a smirk. Then he roared and held a strange device in his hand and the beast around him shriek in horror and an explosion ends the presentation.

He could barely breathe, as the images replayed over and over again in his head. He faced the spartan who stood still as stone, the golden visor preventing anyone from seeing the man behind it.

"Gods have mercy." He could hear his wife finally say as the great hall had entered pure and utter silence.

"As I said previously, the world I come from is drastically different."

"Why, were they slaughtering babes?" Ned managed to get out, a slow anger at the mindless death began to creep into him. He could remember the corpses of the young prince and princess that Ser Gregor had slain. Ned and Robert had argued rather heatedly about it and had gone years without speaking, a time long past it would seem.

The spartan looked away for a brief moment as if to ponder his response, before facing Ned once more. "The enemy we were at war with were ruthless, no mercy, no prisoners, no survivors. They only had one single goal in mind. The complete and utter destruction of the human race."

Ned could only stare in shock at the warrior before him, he wouldn't dare begin to think of what could happen if such a foe had found them. "I must say, that if it were any other I would have you cast out of our land and sent back to where you came." He did not mean to come out harsh, but he needed the spartan to understand how this puts him in a peculiar situation. "But, you saved the lives of my people and you have shown no ill will towards us. I am..satisfied with what you have shown me, and you have my word that it shall stay between the three of us." Ned declared and looked to his wife who nodded her head in agreement.

"You have my thanks, Lord Stark." Six bowed his head in gratitude.

"If you don't my askin', what will you do now?" A solid question that did need answering, if the spartan should choose to leave. Ned would grant him that freedom, but that would leave him running amok and unchecked in his lands. Even though the spartan had been respectful in their brief meeting, he still did not know if he could fully be trusted. He would need to discuss this with Maester Luwin.

"I am unsure, I have little to no knowledge of these lands. With the planet sized technological gap between our two very different worlds, it would appear I am stuck here for the foreseeable future." The spartan replied, though Ned could pick up the small decline in his tone when speaking of his world. It was settled then as he straightened in his seat and looked down on the spartan.

"Very well, seeing as you have no knowledge of our lands nor customs. If you would like, you may stay here in winterfell as our honored guest. You may stay in the room you have now, and in exchange I will have our maester give you access to his library and records."

"I am grateful, Lord Stark." The spartan had more to gain with staying then leaving.

"Good, now onto other matters" Ned looked to his wife and nodded, she nodded and departed. Leaving the two of them alone for the first time."I had heard from one of the guards you did not partake in guest right, a custom you were unaware of I am sure." The Warden of the North stood and began to bring a tray of bread and salt towards the spartan, he placed it on the closest table.

"Guest right?" Six inquired.

"Aye, it is a northern tradition of which the lord of the hosting house grants bread and salt to their guests. It protects the guests and the hosting family, no man shall strike another while under guest right. If it is violated, then the gods will curse you and justice will be served. " Ned picked up a piece of bread dipped it in the salt and ate it, after washing it down with some ale he looked to the spartan who still looked at the tray. Just as the Lord of Winterfell went to speak the spartan began to reach for his helm, a small hissing noise could be heard as he twists his helmet and slowly lifts it off.

And for the third time that day the Lord of Winterfell was speechless, as he gazed upon the warrior before him. Black of hair, and piercing brown eyes with a gaze that would stop a white walker. Scars etched across various spots of the much younger warrior before him. The spartan's skin was pale at first glance, Ned couldn't help but think of how close in age he must be to his boys. But he could see the spartan carried himself like a veteran of war. A trait that Ned was all too familiar with, for he too had seen his fair share of war. The Lone Wolf quickly ate the bread and salt before placing his helmet swiftly back on his head.

Ned nodded his appreciation before addressing him, "Thank you, now that we have that out of the way we can begin with the tour."

"By your lead, Lord Stark."

The Lord of Winterfell began the tour shortly after Six had retrieved his weapons, but still remained silent as he was shown the layout of his new home. Six was impressed, though the castle itself was not large, it was still built for military use. The smithy was a place of interest he may use in the future, if he was stuck here with only the weapons he had on his person. He would need to expand his arsenal, but he could ponder that later. The great sept was a rather large tower with what looked to be a seven-pointed star.

Though, this was not the dominant religion in the north from what Lord Stark had told him.

Most northerners follow the Old Gods, ancient trees said to be carved by "children of the forest."Lord Stark then began to lead him to the courtyard, but he stopped abruptly. Lord Stark noticed and stopped as well, confusion wriddled on his face.

"Spartan? Something amiss?" Ned questioned, but Six only held up his hand.

"We have a shadow, Lord Stark." Noble Six replied, not taking his eyes off the barrel she hid behind. Ned furrowed his brows before realization dawned and he gave a nod.

"You need not worry, Spartan. I have a mind of whom it may be, Arya Stark!" Ned said in a commanding voice, and not but a few seconds later a small form emerged. She walked with a frown present, no doubt upset to have been caught. Brown hair in a braid, light blue dress with a wolf pattern and patches of dirt at the bottom. Six observed the exchange between the two in silence, but Six was surprised when the young Arya did not show any signs of fear when she looked at him. Instead she looked genuinely curious and in a sense of awe, which one surpassed the other was unknown to Six.

"If you had waited a few moments more you, and the rest of your siblings would have. " Lord Stark lightly scolded his daughter. Noble Six followed the Lord of winterfell and his daughter to the courtyard after she had been found. The little she-wolf had wanted to hound him with questions, but was quickly shot down by her father.

"You may ask him what you will after we are finished here, understood." Ned told his daughter in a tone that left no room for argument.

"Yes, father."

After that, there was little to no conversation amidst the group. Six did not complain, this would give him time to analyze the layout of the castle should he need it in the future. He would need something to keep himself busy, spartans did not sit around. Six was not familiar with the laws of the North or the lands surrounding, this maester Luwin that Lord Stark mentioned on the way sounded like a scholar of sorts. This was good, it meant that these maesters were the most educated people in the world.

Lord Stark stopped as they reached a corner and he ushered Arya forward, Six raised an eyebrow at this as Ned turned to face him. "I understand that you are unfamiliar with our customs, but as the Lord of Winterfell and you my guest it is customary for the Lord to introduce his family."

"I understand, Lord Stark." Six responded as he could see the man visibly relax at that. With that Lord Stark nodded to him and lead him into the main courtyard, several figures were in semi-perfect line. At the front was a rather young man with brown hair, stern looking face to match his fresh shaven face. Lord Stark walked forward and laid a hand on the youths shoulder.

"This is my son, Robb. He'll be Lord of winterfell when I pass." Lord Stark informed.

Robb stepped forward and offered his hand in greeting, "You've done us a great service, spartan. The north will remember your kindness." Six looked to the hand and back to Robb for a brief second, before offering his own and shaking the young lads hand. Offering only a nod in response which seemed to satisfy the young wolf.

Lord Stark moved to the next of his children, a beautiful young dark red haired girl who had her hair in braids as well. She had to incline her head to even come to the visor of Six.

"My eldest daughter, Sansa Stark." Lord Stark gave a comforting smile to her as she looked at him for assurance. Six mentally sighed, if the people could really be awed by his height alone. They would be more then shocked when they found out just how effective a spartan could be.

Noble Six took a small step forward to approach her, and inclined his head to her, "Lady Sansa, a pleasure to meet you." She seemed to straighten up at that as her lady mother nodded to her.

Sansa dipped into a curtsy as was standard of a noble family, and greeted him. "The pleasure is mine, spartan." Sansa said in her lady voice, and with that she retreated back into the line and he was brought to Arya. She curtsied as well in greeting, though with much less enthusiasm than her lady sister. Next he was brought to a young lad with brown bowl cut hair.

"Brandon Stark, but i mostly go by Bran." Bran said as he stood as tall as his little form could. Six nodded his head once more and was brought to the smallest of the starks, a child no more then six stood next to his lady mother as he looked visibly frightened at the spartan's size. Six bent to a knee so as to ease the young stark child.

"Rickon." Came the little lords voice, with as much confidence as he could muster.

"A good strong name, but you have nothing to fear from me." Six replied calmly, he could see Rickon relax slightly at that. He gave the young lord a slight ruffle of the hair before standing once more. Now he was brought before a boy of about the same age as Robb. Black hair and a bit of a brooding vibe about him, but the lad still held himself up straight as Lord Stark stood next to him. A grim smile adorned the aging Lord of Winterfell, as he motioned towards the last of his family.

"I'm Jon Snow." Came the reply, 'Snow?' Six thought to himself as looked at Jon. From the way he carried himself Six could tell he was no pushover, yet something kept him from expressing himself. That could wait for another time, so Six shook the bastard of winterfell's hand much to the shock of the young lad.

"Well met." Six replied and with that Ned explained to them that he would be staying with them for the foreseeable future as their guest. This caused Arya and Bran to nearly sprout from there very feet, no doubt waiting with bated breath to ask him a question. Lady Catelyn gathered the girls and left, now it was only the boys minus Rickon who was attached to his Lady mothers hip.

Ned gave a nod to the last in line, greasy brown hair with an arrogant smile. "My ward, Theon Greyjoy." Theon moved forward and offered his hand, which he shook.

"Now, the rest of you have lesson with Maester Luwin. I don't want to hear of anyone sneaking off, understood." Ned said looking at bran who merely laughed at that comment. With that it was just the two of them in the courtyard, Ned faced the spartan once more before speaking.

"You are free to do as you wish in Winterfell, should you need anything at all I will be in my Solar." Lord Stark departed in a rather hurry as his fur cloak waved rapidly as he faded from view. Now alone, Six returned to his quarters to find a young maid with long dark hair pouring water in a large tub. Perhaps the largest they could find, she caught sight of Six and stood up straight before lowering her head.

"Lord Stark had me draw you a bath."

"Thank you, you may go." Six replied as the maid scurried away, and with the door shut and properly locked. Six reached for his helmet and began disengaging the locks. A soft hiss echoed his quarters, next was his chest plate, wrist guards, etc. He neatly laid his armor in the far corner next to his bed, he always felt naked without it on. Now only left with his armored under-suit it literally pealed off him as the sweat and grime he had accumulated since he last bathed, though in his defense he was doing more important things then worrying about having a bath.

Completely nude he lowered himself into the scorching hot water, it didn't bother him though as the heat made him humm in satisfaction before he closed his eyes and relished in the warmth for a brief moment. He cleaned himself up after enjoying the peaceful moment, he noticed a small set of clothes on the furs. He dismissed them and set them aside before laying his knives on the nightstand, got under the furs and was out like a light.

A/N: Sheew, that took longer then expected. So here it is guys, the next chapter of The Lone Wolf.

UPDATE: This chapter has been updated and revised on 12/08/2022. I hope you enjoy the new edition!

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