C'est Mon Jour De Veine

Someone Up There Loves Me

Noble Team would be a team of five no longer, once their newest addition found their way to the base. ETA, sometime very soon. Noble 1, Carter, was discussing the missing fire teams that were sent out to investigate a loss of contact with the Visegrad Relay. That of course, was something very unusual. A communications outpost didn't just simply stop working. And now it was their turn to check things out. Noble 2, Catherine—or Kat—was tinkering idly with her cybernetic arm, though on high alert as usual. Ever since the loss of Thom, she was always on edge, making snide remarks to Carter, and just being generally rude. Noble 3, Jun, was outside, sitting in a waiting Falcon. Stoic as always, for once, he was actually being quiet. He was perhaps the chattiest of the entire team. Strange thing for a sniper.

Noble 4 and 5 were back inside the base, Emile sharpening a Kukri on one of his shoulder plates, and Jorge—less productively—was simply lounging around. Everyone was going about their pre-mission business, until the sound of footsteps alerted those inside to someone approaching. Kat at once stopped what she was doing and moved to the door to "greet" their new arrival. A pale purple armored Spartan appeared moments later, blocked from going through the doorway completely by Kat's arm.

"Commander?" She asked, tearing Carter's attention away from the screen he was talking to, as well as Jorge from his doing nothing.
"So this is our new number Six." Jorge said with a grin, his voice a thick growl. Noble Six was a female, surprisingly enough. With pale purple armor, covered in scratches and burns, it was easy to tell that she was extremely capable. Lone wolves typically were. She eyed Kat warily, like she was…competition. An almost feral instinct always came over her in the presence of the other female Spartan III's. She had to be better, no matter what. But that was the whole reason she had been forced into doing missions on her own up until this moment, because she was too competitive. Eyeing Carter now, he turned around before she could form an opinion of her CO.
"You read her file, Kat?" Emile asked as he entered the room.
"Only the parts that weren't covered in black."

Six didn't pay much attention to Emile. She knew his type perfectly fine. For fucks sake, he had scratched a skull into his helmet. He was specialized in CQC. Arrogant, cold, and full of himself. It was written all over his scratched up faceplate. She didn't need to read the files of Noble to know how things went around here. Finally, there was the…strange addition of Jorge. He was a II, far more superior to her and everyone else. But why let himself get ordered around by a bunch of children? That wasn't her concern however. She was only here to follow orders. Not ask questions.

Jorge noticed her looking at him, and gave her a quizzical head tilt. "Need anything, Six?" Immediately, she looked away and didn't respond.

"Anyone claim responsibility, sir?" Carter asked the computer screen he was so focused on. Colonel Urban Holland's voice crackled out of its speakers. Noble Actual, if Six remembered correctly.
"ONI thinks it might be the local insurrection. Five months ago, they pulled a similar job on Harmony. Hit a relay to take out our eyes and ears, then stole two freighters from dry-dock. That cannot happen here. Reach is too damn important. I want that relay back online, Noble One."

"Sir, consider it done." Carter half turned to face everyone. Jorge and Emile rose from where they sat, and Six tensed up more. Didn't expect to be shipped out so soon, but that's how it was. Little down time for the Spartans.

"Then I'll see you on the other side. Holland out."

Carter snatched up his helmet, looked over at Six again, and the five of them began to head out. "Lieutenant."
"Commander, sir." Six replied, her voice wasn't the most beautiful thing in the world. Hell, she found that it sounded actually rather…manly. But at least not bitchy.
"I'm Carter, Noble Team's leader. That's Kat, Noble Two, Emile and Jorge, Four and Five. You're riding with me, Noble Six."

Thanks for telling me what I already knew, Commander.

Jorge, Emile and Kat lead the way outside, where two Falcons sat waiting. One with Jun already seated inside.
"I'm not gonna lie to you, Lieutenant. You're stepping into some shoes the rest of the squad would rather leave unfilled." He continued on, though Six didn't really bother paying attention. The others broke off towards the empty Falcon, while the two of them kept walking.

"Me, I'm just happy to have Noble back up to full strength. Just one thing. I've seen your file. Even the parts the ONI censors didn't want me to. I'm glad to have your skill set, but we're a team. That lone wolf stuff stays behind. Clear?"

"Crystal, sir."

The engines of the two Falcons roared to life, and in a matter of seconds, they were off to investigate the downed Relay.

"Ah, it's good to be home." Jorge's voice crackled onto SquadCOM as he let out a nostalgic little sigh.
"Hey, while we're at it, we should go pay your old base a visit," Emile chimed in.
"Nah, it's probably long gone by now. I almost miss those runs we took before the sun came up, and the stun batons. Those were the days." He chuckled to himself.

"Stun batons?" Six asked, "We never got those back in Curahee. Too few trainees to wield them."
"Looks to me like they wouldn't have worked on you anyway, Six." Jorge responded and chuckled slightly. "What happened to your class, anyway? Beta, was it?"
"The entire company, save for Kat and I, and two others got annihilated in a single mission, to destroy a Covenant fuel refinery."
Jorge hissed inward, "Ouch."
Six began picking at the plating on her left arm, "Any more questions, five?"
"Well, I—"
Kat interrupted him, "No more talk about the past. It happened, and you don't need to know anything else. Understood?" She asked sharply. Her irritation was so clear on her voice that a deaf man could probably hear it.

"Yes ma'am." Jorge looked out towards his left and at the other Falcon, watching Six as she stared at the scenery below them. "So about your file, six—"
"Always with the questions, Jorge," Emile interrupted this time, mocking him almost playfully.
"Let the big guy ask what he wants, Emile." Jun finally spoke up, "I was actually about to ask the same thing."
Surprised by this, Six looked up. They were oddly fascinated by her. Not afraid, like the Marines she'd often times had to temporarily command. They could tell how lethal she was just from looking at her. Noble team however, was much more friendly.

"Why is it covered in black?" She asked herself, "Simple really. My CO after training had decided I could do some 'work' for him. He called me his little Grim Reaper, actually. I guess I had a lot of potential for assassinations. He sent me out to take out those who threatened him. Civilians, other military officials, that kind of thing." Six didn't sound at all phased by the fact that she had been a puppet since the day she was done with training. Hell, she'd almost been taken out before her training was done, because she had a knack for badly wounding her handlers.
"'Grim Reaper'?" Jorge asked, then paused and let out a little 'hmph'.

"Cut the chatter, Noble and listen up. We're looking at a downed relay outpost, fifty klicks from Visegrad. We're going to introduce ourselves to whoever took it out, then Kat's going to get it back online." Carter broke off their conversation as they began to get closer to their LZ to explain just what it was they were up for. Each of them began surveying their surroundings and prepping their equipment.
"Just get me under the hood, Commander," Kat chimed in. She was the only one who would be able to bring the Relay back online, being the 'technical marvel' that she was.

"Sir, why would rebels want to cut off Reach from the rest of the colonies?" Jorge asked. Six could see him give another head tilt.
"You get a chance, maybe you can ask them, Jorge."

Six removed her MA37 Assault Rifle from the magnet on her back, checked and double checked it to make sure everything was in proper condition, and did the same with her M6C Pistol. Everything was reliable enough, but it never hurt to be too cautious. She listened as Kat discovered their communications to the outside were jammed and the Falcons began their decent into the LZ.

"Aim for the distress beacon," Kat ordered. Six bristled again at her words. If it was up to her, she wouldn't stand for orders from a bitch.
"Could be the missing troopers," Carter said, "Put us down on the bluff. Jun, you be our eyes in the sky."
The Falcons settled down next to each other on the bluff as gently as butterflies on flower petals. "Let's go, Six."

Clearly I do not own Halo: Reach, although I would consider this rendition of Noble Six to be mine.
I would greatly appreciate any sort of feedback.