Spartan-B312: Son Of Odin

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Reach, Epsilon Eridani System, Epsilon Eridani, August 30th, 2552

It was official, it was finally over. After being stationed on Reach for a little over a month after joining Noble Team, his first official team, investigating the possible Insurrectionists presence that turned out to be a Covenant scouting party that had finally located Humanities fortress among the stars. Over the course of the month, Noble had participated in dozens of operations to push the Covenant off of their planet. However in the end it was futile, the Covenant were too overwhelming for the UNSC to kill every single one of them, despite how hard they pushed themselves. Eventually the Covenant began glassing the planet killing men, women, children and even their own troops to destroy what they believed to be Earth.

Unfortunately one by one, Noble Team had been picked apart until only Noble Three and Noble Six remained. Noble Three/Jun-A266 had been given orders from the commander of Noble before his demise to escort Doctor Catherine Elisabeth Halsey back to SWORD base. Noble Six mission was to deliver the A.I chip to the Pillar of Autumn to Captain Jacob Keyes...which was exactly what the Spartan-III commando did after he and Noble Four pushed their way through the Covenant until they reached the shipping yard.

Six would've escaped Reach on the Autumn with the Captain, however before he could he could only watch as Emile was impaled with an energy sword through the stomach. Of course, Emile being Emile refused to go out with a whimper and so grabbing his Kukri knife showed it through the Elites throat and pushed them both over the side of the tower and fell to their deaths. Six knowing that the Autumn would never escape with all the ships in the skies, accepted his fate, wished the Captain good luck before he darted towards the tower to man the Onager Cannon.

After he finally reached it, Six began clearing the skies of Phantoms, Banshee's and the massive CCS-class Battlecruiser that tried to prevent the Pillar of Autumn from escaping. After what felt like an eternity, the Spartan finally managed to destroy the Battlecruiser thus allowing for the Autumn to escape with the A.I that Halsey handed to him. Once he climbed off the ladder to the cannon, Six looked towards the horizon where he saw the sun setting, the last one he'd ever see. It was rather ironic that he was going to die the same way he had lived...alone.

Still he had made his bed, guess he had no choice but to sleep in it now. So with that thought in mind, the second Hyper Lethal Vector in the UNSC jumped over the side of the banister and descended down towards the ground. Yes he was going to die, but he'd at least make the Covenant fight for their target. Something deep inside him refused to go out begging for his life, he was a soldier, a warrior and a sword for humanity and so would continue to fight until air no longer entered his lungs.

It was a few hours later when the lone Spartan could be seen sitting on the ground with his back resting against a crumbling building that looked to of once been a storage shed. Looking to the ground he saw a piece of broken glass that had fallen out of the window that revealed his reflection. He was wearing a set of black Mjolnir Mark V armor that he had gained in 2551 from Colonel James Ackerson. He had a Mark V [B] helmet that had a golden visor that concealed his face from view and stood 6'10 in his armor.

Reaching up, Six placed his hands on the side of his helmet, then proceeded to give it a good twist resulting in the trapped air to hiss out of the side before the Lieutenant removed his helmet and allowed the cool crisp air to brush against his skin, something that he scarcely allowed.

Once the helmet was removed from his head, the Spartan was revealed to be no older then a nineteen year old teen. He had sweaty messy raven black hair with a few loose bangs clinging to his forehead, dark blue eyes that had dimmed over the course of his life after everything he had been forced to endure. He had a few scars littering his face, the most noticeable running down his left eye, stubble growing around his chiseled jawline but the thing that stood out the most was white, almost albino skin thanks to remaining in his armor for nearly a decade and out of the sun.

Placing his helmet by his side, Six took a moment for himself. If he was candid, it felt like years since he had just sat down. There was always something that needed to be done, some Insurrectionists or Covenant groups that needed to die. Of course he mostly dealt with the former rather then the latter, becoming a herald of death to the INI's. It was nothing more then those traitors deserved as far as he was concerned. Humanity was being decimated by the Covenant in the millions and instead of helping/joining forces with the UNSC they chose to continue bombing their colonies, killing innocent men, women and children...yeah they could burn in hell for all he cared.

Rubbing his eyes, Six placed his helmet back on, gave a twist making it hiss as it connected with the rest of the armor, grabbed his DMR off of his back and headed out once again. As he moved across the barren wasteland, the Spartan picked up a few radio transmissions from the Covenant. Of course he couldn't understand a word they were saying but did manage to pick out a few words such as Demon. No doubt they had concluded that their missing soldiers had been killed by a lone demon AKA the Spartans. Judging from the volume of the Elite's voice, it was pretty obvious that they were commanding all their forces to locate, engage and neutralize him.

The Lieutenant was taken from his thoughts as his energy shields flared up as he was assaulted by a bolt of plasma. Looking forward he saw dozens of Covenant infantry heading his way. Sighing to himself, the Spartan guessed that this was it. So with that thought in mind, the Spartan bolted forward and charged towards the Covenant. Raising his DMR, Six aimed down the scope of the weapon and aimed it at the gap that the Jackal had near its hand before he opened fire making the bird-like alien stagger back, which gave B312 the perfect opportunity to headshot the alien, killing it instantly.

Aiming at the Sangheili that charged at in with a battle roar that echoed across the battlefield as they fired their plasma rifles at him. Returning fire, the Spartan emptied his entire clip on the group. Placing his rifle back on his back, the lone demon grabbed a pair of Plasma Rifle and headed further into the fray killing as many Covenant bastard as he could. Seeing a pair of suicide Grunts charging towards him, the Lieutenant filled them with plasma rounds, making them drop their plasma grenades onto the ground which in turn exploded killing the group behind it that consisted of Grunts, Jackals and an Elite.

As he went to sprint pass the dead bodies, Six heard a faint humming sound the only seemed to get louder with each passing second. Quickly realizing what it was, the soldier swiftly darted towards cover as a pair of Ghost that were piloted by a pair of Elites raced after the wolf of Noble and fired bolts of smouldering hot plasma at him.

Dashing towards an overturned Warthog that had the bodies of a trio of Helljumpers, Noble Six took cover behind the downed vehicle to avoid the plasma round that reduced his shields down to 47%. The Warthog shook violently as it was assaulted by the Ghosts, making the Spartan scowl. The Warthog wouldn't last long enough if they continued to fire at it like they were. Looking up at his shield bar, he noticed the shields were on 73%...he guessed that would have to suffice for the time being.

Seeing that his borrowed weapons had cooled down, B312 moved out of cover and began returning fire at one of the Sangheili that was operating one of the Ghosts, making the Elite stagger and sway in its seat as their energy shields flare up. It didn't take long to get through the shields with the combined fire of two plasma rifles. Once the shields were down, the plasma bolts melted through their armor then their flesh before the Elite fell forward as they dropped dead in their seat.

Seeing an opportunity that didn't come up often, the Spartan pushed both his augmentations and armor to the limit and dashed towards the motionless Ghost. Once he reached it, Six pulled the dead Sangheili from the seat, with the Elite dropping to the floor with a thump. Jumping into the drivers seat, Six powered up the Covenant vehicle and raced after the other Ghost. Turning around, Six opened fire on the other Ghost. It took a while but eventually Six made the Ghost smoke before it finally exploded killing the operator.

Turning his Ghost around, the Lieutenant activated the Ghost Thrusters floor it in the direction that the Ghost originated from. As he raced across the barren wasteland that had once been the beautiful and serene world of Reach, the lone wolf gunned down any enemies that he spotted that tried to either halt his approach or outright kill him. It was a shame that he couldn't kill every single alien bastard on the planet but even he knew that not even the famed Master Chief could kill an entire planet full of Covenant single-handily...didn't mean he wouldn't try though.

While the Spartan continued to gun down the Covenant infantry, a portal opened up with a male figure walking out of it. The man had long golden blonde hair that went down to his shoulders, stormy blue eyes, tanned skin with a neatly trimmed beard and stood 6'6. He was wearing what looked to be medieval armor that revealed his herculean build and had a red cape over his shoulders. In his hand was what looked to be a war hammer that had a leather handle and a strap around his wrist.

This man happened to be none other then Thor Odinson, son of the King of Asgard, Odin Borson, heir of Asgard, the Nordic god of Thunder, Lightning, Storm and Strength and protector of mankind...or at least his universes version of mankind. That's right he wasn't even born in that universe or neither step foot in it until that very moment. The reason for his presence was due to him recently learning that he had a little brother, well a little sister too but she was on the planet that had been dubbed Reach.

Buri Odinson was his little brothers name, named after the Great-Grandfather, the first Asgardian. From what he had learned from his mother, Buri was a Spartan-III commando, a suicide soldier that this ONI created to throw against the Covenant to buy humanity more time. Something that sickened him to the core, his own sibling was a child soldier and not the same like those in Asgard. They trained them to fight from an early age but they never sent them out on quests until they were of a mature age.

His brothers origins/life had left him at odds with his father, who knew exactly what Buri would become as soon as he held him in his arms. It was the reason why Odin never brought his children to Asgard due to the duo having to complete their individual destiny. Buri destiny however was to die on Reach after delivering something to someone….well both his father and destiny be damned! Thor Odinson refused to allow any sibling of his to die alone on a barren planet. First he would locate him and then he would bring him back home, where Buri belonged.

Shaking his head, the god of strength knew he had no time to waste, the portal would only last for another, hour tops, curtsey of Loki. So with that in mind, Thor swung his trusty Mjolnir faster then the human eye could see then chucked it forward and shot of the ground and began his search for his brother.

40 minutes later….

Taking cover behind a crumbling wall, after losing his Ghost around twenty minutes ago thanks to the damage it had received via the Covenant, Noble Six grabbed the carbine that he had acquired from a Jackal and glanced over the wall to see Brutes, Grunts and Elites conversing with each other, well a golden clad Sangheili was no doubt issuing orders to those under its command. Averting his gaze from the Covenant, he spotted a grenade launcher and Rocket Launcher resting against the wall where an olive green clad Spartan was laying.

Silently and stealthy creeping towards the weapons, B312 grabbed the Grenade Launcher and connected it onto his magnetic place, then grabbed the Rocket Launcher, rested it on his shoulder and aimed it at the group of unsuspecting aliens that hadn't noticed him creep up on them. Resting his finger on the trigger, Six fired a rocket at the Sangheili quickly killing them and removing them from the equation. Then before the Brutes had a chance to react he fired the next and final rocket at them, blowing them to pieces. Chucking the heavy weapon to the side, the wolf grabbed his carbine then opened fire on the hysterical Grunts who tried to run for the hills.

Seeing another group of Covenant heading towards him with a Wraith on their side, the Spartan decided to meet them half way and raced toward the alien scum and opened fire on the group while simultaneously reaching around 27MPH, he was certainly not as fast as one of his predecessors but he made do. Seeing the Wraith speed up, the super soldier smirked a fraction, seemed they had taken the bait.

Just as the Covenant tank was a few meters from the Beta-company survivor, Noble Six suddenly stopped dead in his track, got on one knee and punched the ground, resulting in a white set of shields covering him completely. As soon as the tank collided with him it exploded on impact killing both the driver and gunner before they had a chance to realize what had happened.

Climbing to his feet, he saw the Grunts screaming hysterically at the destruction of their Wraith and made a tactical withdraw along with the Brutes and Jackals. The one that refused to run with their tails between their legs were the damn Elites. Oddly enough the Spartan found himself respecting that about his enemies. Despite being genocidal bastards, the Sangheili often treated those they considered warriors as their equals. Of course him being a demon, put him above the regular soldier. Something that he had 117 to thank for.

As he continued to gun down the Elites with his carbine, he saw a large crack appear in the corner of his visor screen that only increased as he received more damage. Scowling to himself, Buri-B312 ripped his helmet and lobbed it at an Elite, knocking them to the group from the surprise attack. Bringing up his rifle, Six whacked the split lip in front of him with the but of the weapon, knocking it back. Turning the weapon around, Buri opened fire on the alien, quickly killing it and grabbing its energy blade it was carrying.

Knowing that this was it, Six tossed his carbine away and raced forward with the Energy Sword in hands and began his final assault. As he bolted forward, he slashed another Sangheili across the chest killing it, then grabbed its energy sword it dropped and began slashing and slicing everyone that was foolish enough to get close to him. He wanted-no he need to avenge, his mother, his brothers and sisters from Beta-company and finally Noble Team, his team and family.

Thinking about Noble for just a second was enough for him to be distracted, giving a Sangheili who was wielding an Energy Dagger out and impaled the Spartan in the arm, ripping through both the armor and body suit. Gritting his teeth in pain, Buri dropped one or the Energy Swords, then before he could react, he was tackled to the ground by the same Sangheili who tried to impale the super soldier in the throat. Six held the Elite back as best he could but he was running on fumes as it was.

"This is it huh?"Buri couldn't help but monologue in his mind."And here I thought that it would be the Insurrectionist that would be the ones to kill me. Hopefully they won't be too disappointed that they lost their chance to kill the infamous Lone Wolf….they should've tried harder."He couldn't help but chuckle at the end as the dagger got closer and closer with each passing second.

Boom!

The entire battlefield quaked violently, knocking the Elite off of the Spartan. Lifting his head up as best as he could, Buri realized that he must have had a concussion for standing in the mist of the chaos was a man that had lighting cackling off of him, his eyes were replaced with lighting and in his hand was what looked to be an old war hammer...yeah he was delirious alright. No doubt had suffered a head injury and hadn't noticed. Unfortunately before the Lieutenant could question his sanity, he felt his eyes get heavy before they slowly closed against their will and all he saw was darkness.

And cut! Well here my new story, I hoped you enjoyed it. Originally I wasn't if I was going to do an Elder Scrolls, Dragon Ball Z or Halo story with the MC being the son of Odin and after much back and fourth I chose a Halo story, simply become both a Saiyan and Dragonborn are incredibly OP already, this way Six has to earn his power/strength like Percy had too.

Currently I'm 50/50 in whether to make this a Halo/Marvel/Percy Jackson story or simply a Halo/Percy Jackson with Marvel Elements, E.G powers and weapons. I'll decided later on down the line.

Power level for this story….

Street Level:

Percy Jackson (During Lightning Thief)

Annabeth Chase (Same as Above)

Grover Underwood (Same as Above)

Building Level:

Noble Six (Via Augmentations and Mark V Mjolnir)

Master Chief (Same as above, maybe little stronger)

Spartan-II's and III's

Solar System Level:

Thor Odinson

Multi Galaxy Level:

Odin Borson

Zeus (Depending if I use Marvel Version otherwise around moon level)

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