Author's Note
This is my spartan from reach so the gear is from reach.
Primary color: steel
secondary color: brick
Helmet: ODST CBRN/HUL
Left shoulder: EVA
Right shoulder: ODST
Chest: tactical recon
Wrist: UA/bracer
Utility: tactical/Hard case
Visor color: silver
knee guards: FJ/PARA
Chapter 1:death deals
Noble six ran as blue plasma fire flew right past him as an elite minor fired, what he assumed was a plasma rifle, at him. He turned around and fired his assault rifle until the elites shield was down then pulled out his magnum and shot him in the head. As he continued running he thought back to his team,
"Tell them to make it count," said Jorge, a tall figure in tan and orange armor with no helmet in and scared face and a British accent. Which then threw you out of a blue rounded ship. When you were a good distance and almost inside a much bigger ship, a big sphere ripping the bigger ship in half, He was the first.
"Where does he get off calling a demolition op Priority One-," said Kat, a woman with blue armor and a prosthetic arm as she got cut of by a pink crystal flying through her head from an elite ranger from a purple bulbous dropship, she was the second.
"You're on your own, Noble. Carter out," said Carter, a man over the radio who was in a green blocky aircraft as he crashed into a huge purple walker which fell of a cliff with blue flames gushed out of it, he Was the third.
"I'm ready! How 'bout you?" said Emile, a man with a skull on his helmet and two knifes on his shoulders as an elite stabbed him through the back, he pulled out one of the knifes and stabbed it through the elites throat, He Was the forth.
He was brought back to reality by a pink crystal flying by his head. he took cover and fired a few bursts back at the sender, who was a jackal. This did not kill him but did wound him, he took out his magnum and shot him in the head. he saw a dead spartan with a sniper rifle and bubble shield next to him. he dropped his pistol in favor of the rifle and picked up the bubble shield dropping the damaged sprint modual. He saw a elite in the distance and took aim, one shot to the head was all it took, his limp body landed with a inaudible thud.
He had the urge to turn around, when he did he saw the air distort in front of him. He pulled out his assault rifle and fired at it. Two blue plasma blades appeared in the air and lunged at him. He jumped two the side, blades grazing his chest, and continued to fire at the distortion only for an elites shield to appear where he shot. When the elite's shield were down he slugged the elite in the face snapping its neck.
It must have called its friends before attacking because at least three dozen elites came rushing at him so he reloaded his assault rifle and fired shredding through they're shield even killing a few. As they advanced he decided to pull out the sniper to duel wield. He shot burst after burst and killed a good dozen of them but he had no chance to live, almost to prove this point, he was tackled to the ground by an elite ultra. Six stabbed it in the throat and pushed him off a elite minor tried next but was kicked away, then an elite general stabbed him in the chest killing him instantly. All I thought as the world faded from existence was, 'The last.'
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*First person*
As I woke up I thought 'So this is heaven?' I was not expecting a reply.
"Not quite," said a voice that seemed to come from everywhere but with no epicenter.
"who's there?" I said confused, tensing up. "Wait am I not dead?" I asked with a shred of hope but that did not last long.
"My name is not important and no you are dead," the voice said vaguely and bluntly."But I do have a deal for you."
"What is it, give up my soul for a new life," I say with the most sarcasm I have ever used since arriving on Reach,
"Close, I give you a new body and you owe me a favor," the voice said calmly.
"That's it?" I said, now completely confused and shocked. "What would be this favor and how would you give me a new body?"
"What ever I need and magic," It said with a hint of playfulness.
"...your bullshitting," I said not really believing my own words. "Then again I am talking to a disembodied voice,"
"Correct," It said with amusement. "Also what would you gain to loose by accepting the deal, you are already dead."
"You do bring up a good point," I say with a thoughtful tone."fuck it, sure."
"OK off you go," It said excitedly.
Then as I blacked out I heard maniacal laughter.
First Person
I had set to treating her, based on the voice, injuries. She had a Broken rip, a dislocated shoulder, and more than a few minor cuts, one that was particularly bad.
I started by re-setting the rip and rapping it her chest in medical tape, the kind that only sticks to itself, this pinned her wings to her side but it would heal the wound faster. I moved on to the worst of the cuts, which I put a put gauze over it and used medical tape to put pressure on the wound. I finished by relocating the shoulder, I Grasped the shoulder,
aligned it and gave a sharp shove. The shoulder made a cracking sound as it was relocated. The pain form this act caused the griffin to give a pained yelp as she returned to consciousness. She tried to rub her shoulder only to wince from the broken rib.
"Try to stop moving, you will only irritate that broken rib," I said in a soothing tone, trying to copy my mother when I was much younger. She seemed to notice me and gave a startled yelp as she flinched back. "I am not going to hurt you," I said hurriedly.
She seemed to calm down a bit after that, but still seemed uneasy.
"Can you tell me your name?" I ask in another attempt at a soothing tone.
"Gilda," she wheezed through her broken rib.
"OK, Gilda, how did you get injured," I asked playfully. "Did you get hit by a grenade or something?"
"Grenade?" she asked, confused.
"Never mind, so how did you get these injuries." I repeated.
She seemed to remember something and had a quick flash of an pained expression, and simply said, "Cannon."
"Wow you must be tough to survive a cannon shot," I said slightly impressed. "Anyway, you have a broken rip, so that will take a few days to heal. Take it easy until then, okay?"
"Okay, Mom," she said sarcastically. I walked over to the pod and grabbed another MRE and tossed it to her.
"You hungry?" I asked.
"Kinda," she stated, staring at the MRE confused. "How am I supposed to eat this?"
"I will just show you," I sighed. I brought up a container of water, and started to prepare the MRE. after five minutes it was done.
"I will warn you these things don't taste that good," I warned with amusement as she took a bite and cringed.
"tastes like overly salty jerky," she said with a slight gagging motion,
"You get used to it," I said.
"You never told me your name," she stated
"Noble Six," I stated with a hint of sorrow.
"That name sounds stupid," She playfully bashed.
"More of a designation," I said bluntly.
"Designation, then again you are a robot," she said mater o' factually.
"I am not a robot," I stated.
"Prove it," she challenged.
I said nothing, I simply pulled my hands up to my helmet and disabled the lock and pull off my helmet. My face was heavily scarred with one in particular going directly through my left eye, which was a inhuman red, while my left was a dull blue. My hair was an inch long and slightly wavy.
"See perfectly Human," I stated playfully.
"Wait your Human!?" she asked in utter shock.
"Yes," I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"But you are a myth," she said, mouth agape.
"So we don't exist here," I sigh disappointed.
"How did you get here," she asked after a minute.
"I died an-," I started
"YOU DIED," she screamed.
"Yeah and quite painfully, I might add," I stated. "But I was resurrected by some god in trade for a favor, and poof here I am."
"OK, well that is hard to believe," she stated skeptically.
"I can see that," I said with a hint of amusement. "I can hardly believe it myself." Then remembering my half eaten MRE, we proceeded to eat in silence.
"So where are you heading?" I ask as we finish eating.
"Nowhere , I have just been wandering, but I am injured, so it might not be such a good idea," she said with a hint of anger.
"You can just stay here, I thing there is a cot somewhere," I offer.
"Really, you would do that for someone you just met?" she asked skeptically.
"Well as a medic, I kind of have to keep you here to make sure you recover okay, or send you to another doctor," I stated pulling out a medical badge.
"Wow no wonder you could treat me with no issue," she said amused.
"That was just standard field treatment," I said in a similar tone.
"Field?" She asked. "What are you, a solider?"
"Actually yeah," I pull out my dog tags. "Chief Warrant Officer, Spartan Harrison, Noble Six."
"So your name is Spartan Harrison," She asked quizzically.
"No, My last name is Harrison, I honesty don't know my first name, so just call me Six," I say.
"Alright Six," she said testing out the name.
"Oh I forgot to introduce you to someone," I say hurriedly while picking up my helmet. I take Thorn's A.I. chip and pull it up. His hologram appears and he does a slight bow.
"I am Artificial Intelligence Designated: Thorn," he says roboticly to Gilda.
"Wow," she breaths amazed at how this is possible.
"He is my A.I. that helps me run my equipment and calculate stuff," I say to her trying not to laugh.
"Anyway I think there is a cot in the pod," I say walking over to the pods and ruminating around for the cot. I find it after a minute or so and go and set it up under a tarp tent, and give her a blanked.
"The sun is setting," Thorn says from my discarded helmet's speakers.
"Probably want to get some rest, Doctors orders," I say half serious.
"Yeah I am pretty tired, Night," she says as she lays down.
"Night," I say as I walk walk to the original pod I was in. I had reattached the door so I could open and I sat down. I hit the button to close it and got in a conformable position and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 3: Unfriendly locals
First person
I had set up a few barricades in a semi-circle and had set the power generator in the middle. I was about to hook up the battery when I heard hushed voices on the other side of the plateau, they sounded Human in nature and did not have the garbled accent of the covenant. I walked over to the pod I landed in and pulled out the DMR and walked over to the voices. I vault over the rock to see a group of Multicolored horses talking to each other only to gasp when they saw me.
I see the group is made up of a purple Horse with a horn on its head, a blue one with a rainbow main and wings, a orange one with ponytail styled main, a white one with purple main and white horn, A yellow one with pink main and wings, and a pink one with a wild pink main. As I stare at them with my gun raised I heard one try to speak.
"Hello?" she said with a clear undertone of fear. I felt the sudden urge to rub my temples as I felt a headache coming on.
"Jesus," I muttered under my breath then continued loud enough to hear. "where did you learn to speak English?"
"English?" asked the cyan one in a harsh tone."We are speaking equish you idiot."
I resist the urge to punch her in the face and notice the panic raise among the group sans the cyan one.
"End this, all this is doing is making you angry," Thorn suddenly chimed in my helmet.
"Would you kindly leave?" I ask them with a monotone voice.
"We can go anywhere we want thank you very much," the cyan one stated before trying to get up in my face. I react by beating her left side with the but of my rifle.
"As I stated before, could you kindly leave," I ordered with a smooth tone once again.
The orange one grabs the cyan one and they take off down the mountain. I holster my rifle and rubbed the sides of my helmet.
"Welp back to work," I stated while walking back to camp.
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I sit down in the odst pod I was in when I landed and opened the MRE I had grabbed from storage. I had set up the battery and a solar panel and hooked them up to the generator. I stopped to refuel before setting up a makeshift shelter.
"So how long has it been since we landed, Thorn?" I asked curiosity while picking at the steak meal.
"Around six hours," he said distractedly. "There is around four until sunset."
I heard a cannon sound and a scream of pain and a brown blur came flying into the area.
"JESUS," I jumped up and drew my pistol, ready for a fight.
"Calm down, Spartan," Thorn stated, I lowered my gun and walked over to the thing. It looked like a griffon from ancient Greek mythology.
"God dammit," it said before passing out. I do a once over and see injuries all over, some of them pretty bad.
"Hey thorn," I ask. "Where are the med kits."
