Noble Heroes

Six awoke, giving a gasp as he did so. He was drenched in sweat, his hand on his Kukri, ready to pull it out. He looked around, before seeing his EVA helmet on the ground. His eyes, forest green, stared at the lifeless helmet, before he saw the rest of his armor on the ground. He looked at the time, before sighing heavily.

'Four hours 'til I drop.' He thought to himself, before getting up, his joints popping.

He allowed himself no comfort for himself as he started to put his armor on, seeing the black metal shine at him. His looked at his robotic arm, seeing it glare at him, as if it was a reminder of mistakes from the past. He slowly put his chest piece on, feeling the weight on him, making him smile, showing his fang like canine teeth.

The dull clanking metal met his ears, making him pull his helmet on, the large visor covering his messy brown hair. An ODST soldier opened the door, seeing Six get up, towering over the ODST.

"Spartan, you're up." The ODST said, making Six nod. Back then, he wasn't part of Noble Team. No, he was just a normal Spartan taking out Insurrectionists on a day to day basis.

Back then, he was just known as "X", since he was silent most of the time. It wasn't his real name, but he didn't talk much back then. He gave a silent nod, making the ODST walk away, Hunter following behind.

The sounds of Marines and ODSTs met him, but they all stopped when they saw him. They stared at him, not noticing that the Spartan was getting uncomfortable under their collective gaze.

X kept walking, seeing massive letters saying "MESS HALL", making the Spartan chuckle silently. He grabbed a tray, then moved down, ignoring the stares he gotten. After a moment, they all resumed to their chats, Hunter walking over to a table.

He sat down, the Marines at the edge of the table giving a look; which looked similar to fear. They started to walk off, along with some other Marines sitting at nearby tables.

He looked down to the food, giving a silent stare at the slop before him. He grabbed the fork, but, it felt so alien in his hand. He then shoveled it into the slop, before lifting his helmet a little, showing his face, which had not been shaved in the last few days. He bit into the food, giving a silent complaint as how bland it tasted.

"Hey, wait, Mosura, don't go over there!" Someone whispered loudly, but X could hear them, loud and clear.

A female ODST sat in front of him, X lowering his helmet as she did so. She had a peaceful aura around her, making X smile a little. She had blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and looked slim, however, X knew she was strong. She had a small scar on her chin, but X looked down at his food, not wanting to think about scars.

"Hello." She greeted, making X look back at her, his visor reflecting what he was looking at. "My name's Mosura, what's yours?"

X looked at her hand, as she reached over, X guarding up. She however, opened her hand, giving a sweet smile, then X realized that she was waiting for a hand shake. He then grabbed her hand gently with his robotic hand, giving her a hand shake.

"They call me X." X said, making her smile. "Nice to meet you, Mosura."

No one in the Mess Hall had heard X speak, making their jaws drop that only one ODST female was able to do in less than a minute of meeting him. X smiled under his helmet, but Mosura couldn't see it. She gave a giggle, before another man sat there, almost X's height.

"Mothra, SPARTAN." He greeted, making Mosura smile, though she rolled her eyes. "I am Drako Hellridge, but you can call me Gojira."

The man stood to be six foot eight, having forest green eyes, and white, spiked hair. He had a large scar over his right eye, however, he wasn't blind, thankfully. He had tan skin, comparing to Mosura's white skin. He smiled, showing his fang like canines, making X chuckle lightly.

"Nice to meet you, Gojira." X said, two more ODSTs joining the table, named Rodan and Anguirus, as they started to chat with X. X had talked to soldiers before, but, this bunch was friendly to him, making him feel warm. However, the feeling was cut short when an alarm blared loudly, making X pulled his Assault Rifle out, nodding to the four ODSTs.

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The sounds of battle met the black "T" shaped visor of a Clone trooper. He raised his weapon to fire, the blue beams of light from his weapon. He ran forward, his brothers running forward as well, beams of red light flying by his head.

He quickly took cover, one of his brothers next to him not as lucky, red beams hitting his chest multiple times, piercing his chest, killing him instantly. This made the helmet of the Clone stare at the body, before he started to fire at the advancing droids.

Two of the droids, known as Destroyer Droids, rolled onto the battle, before slowly standing up on three legs. A bubble like shield was put around them, before their 'hands' started to fire twin beams of red lights at a rapid pace, making the Clone take cover.

Something flew by him, making the Clone look over; it was another Clone. This one was bulky, wearing black, special operations armor, and had a detpack on his back. He fired his blaster, destroying a Super Battle Droid with a onslaught of beams.

It then punched a droid, a visblade erupting out of his wrist armor, the blade cutting through the metal easily. He then started firing his blaster, hitting three droids in the chest with a spray of beams.

He then took cover, reloading his blaster. He then started to fire, hitting the shield of the Destroyer Droid. It turned, firing its blasters at him, making him take cover.

A small grenade slowly rolled into one of the shields, passing through. Electricity exploded out, frying the shielded droid, making it shut down. The Destroyer Droid kept firing at the Commando before it was distracted by something slowly rolling into its shield. It turned out to be a grenade, exploding in an instant.

The destroyed droids littered the battlefield, along with the white armored Clones, the desert showing the sand covered bodies. The Commando and Clone high-fived, before the sounds of explosions rocked the air, two bodies of Clone flying past the two.

They aimed their weapons through the smoke of the battle, before three Clones came out, an orange glow around their bodies. One of them was crushed instantly, before a beam of orange light turned the second into ashes. The third was cut in hald, the outlines of massive forms coming through the smoke.

"Humans. You don't know when to quit, do you?" A voice asked, before the Clone was pulled into the fog, his scream heard before his body was shown, small, orange bits floating into the air. "First the Mantle is taken by some human I despise, and now I find I'm on a planet with nothing but humans. I shall find a way to make the armored one pay."

The figure was shown, orange glows coming out of his armor, two large masses coming to his sides. Most of his body was unseen, thanks to the smoke, however, the "face" of the bipedal creature made the Commando stare. The creature made a quick motion with his hand, before one of the masses jumped onto the Commando, its mask opening to give an ungodly screech as an orange, glowing skull was its face.