[Welcome Warriors to the fourth chapter of the adventures of noble six! Finally I have been able to get this updated with high school completed. Recently I have received a bunch of questions regarding the appearance of Spartan B312 Noble Six. Now personally I did not include such a description, due to my desiring that everyone imagine his armor appearance with their own specifications. However if for those of you who do desire his armor set, in the future I will leave Six's armor set in the next author notes. But before we go further lets answer the recent reviews.

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Well with that out of the way, Let jump into the next adventure.]

Previous conflict: Fall of Reach

Result: Pyrrhic Covenant victory.

Next conflict: Battle of Installation 04

Concurrent conflict: Human Covenant war.

"War is forged through the flames of Hell."- Black Knight Spartan III

Chapter 4: Cold Fury part II

Jun's gaze was pained, bruises and scrapes littered his face, where inflammation hadn't infected, blood coated. The senior noble operative held his head low, arms bound by piercing plasma bindings. The scout looked as though he had seen hell. "Covenant interrogation aint no joke.." Jun softly chuckled before coughing. "And I thought Kat's hospitality was bad."

Six frowned under his cracked visor as he snapped Jun's restraints."Jun now's not the tim-"

"For jokes?" Jun interrupted grinning ever so slightly. "We all have to make the best of our situation Six. Even in the face of defacement."

Six sighed being reminded of the Spartan's usual witness. Jun sure knew how to make light even in the grimmest of circumstances. Perhaps that's why Six always found himself partnered with him back on his campaigns on reach, he was the perfect counterbalance to his usual brooding demeanor. But what else was to be expected by one titled the Grim Reaper? "Ehh I'd think the others would say you look better this way."

Jun grinned under his helmet."That's the spirit Spartan. Though I'd still pull more women than you anyday." And now Six remembered why he enjoyed completing missions the same way he handled Valentine's day SOLO.

"Whatever." Spoke Six flatly.

Lunara merely watched on in silent distaste. Such crude displays of camaraderie, were not to be exchanged in times such as this. No doubt the covenant would soon become wary as to the holding cells going static. "Silence demons, we must plot our moves if we are to escape without incident. Even now in the face of death you laugh as though this were a mere game. Only through Swift action will we-"

"What's your name" Six interrupted, not desiring another lecture.

"Eh? What i-"

"Come on we gotta find a way to address you if you're tagging along with us." Six stepped in front of lunara, staring her in the eyes through his visor. "So what is it? Pretty sure calling you elite all day wouldn't sit right with the both of us."

"..." Lunara remained silent, appalled by his request.

Jun sneered at the elite. He still wasn't fond of her, an elite accompanying Six and himself, after what he had been subjected to during his "stay" on the Corvette. "How about the bitc-"

In an instant Lunara had her sharp gloved hands, coarsely wrapped about his neck."How about I slit your throat and splay your blood throughout these halls!?" She had acquired a vast knowledge of human diction throughout her service to the covenant military. Including that of human slang. Even without her armor's voice synthesizer she still spoke fluidly enough to understand Jun's slanderous tone. "Do not assume your pathetic wretched soul is needed for my mission. One demon would suffice well enough!"

Jun grabbed her arm in attempt to pry her iron grip. Normally he would have easily freed himself, but the severity of his wounds were more than he initially believed them. Nonetheless he wasn't going to back down from Lunara." Come on make my day. Six wouldn't go a single inch with you if you attacked his comrade. Noble team acts as one. You hurt me, you're hurting him. It's a package Six?"

"Kinda don't want to get in between this..." Six leaned against the purple steel walls.

Come on!"

"I'm kidding." The Spartan turned to face lunara again. "So we going to get that name or do we need to give you one? After you release him of course."

The female sangheili begrudgingly released Jun from her grip."Lunara Loframee of the sanghellian keep...however after the events that have transpired from that accursed message. I am now Lunara Lofram."

Jun eyes bore onto her armor."So you lost a syllable big whoop."

Lunara refused to meet his gaze."The separation and shortening of my name signifies my resignation and full debacle against the unholy prophets. This action may appear insignificant to your primitive race however, the weight of gravity it bears on my homeland is immense." She finished almost solemnly. "Tis the fate the gods deemed worthy for me."

Six frowned upon the thought. He himself never had the luxury of a home to call his own. The UNSC Spartan III project was all he could recall vividly. The beyond brutal training, nightmarish augmentations, as well as the all too familiar click of a rifle were the majority of his childhood. That isn't too say he wasn't without his own memories before the dark age which had consumed his life. Brief but descriptive moments of the days before he was indoctrinated would often return to him in dreams. Moments of eating dinner with a young man and woman would flicker about. Running across golden grass, accompanied by a little girl his same height followed. Being in the luscious fauna filled forest with the same man from early also returned. He couldn't quite piece together exactly what these images were, but assumed they were the remnants of his old family. But he chose to relinquish that part of his being to become a killing machine, thus those fragments remained locked away deep within his mind. This elite however, had not chosen the path of a lie and even still she was forced to be chastised by her kin. Six looked down and chuckled to himself, here he was feeling pity for the very same creature that attempted to end his life but nearly a single hour ago. Perhaps he wasn't as merciless as he initially presumed.

Luna however took to six's chuckling as an insult against her."You dare mock me?!"

The Spartan looked up." Relax Luna I'm only thinking to myself."

"Luna?! Do not butcher my name you mongrel!"

Six nonchalantly shrugged. "You should feel lucky. It's not everyday you get to be known as a deity."

Lunara was taken aback."A deity?"

"Luna is the name of the ancient latin moon goddess of harvest. Legend is that the goddess Luna was a stoic huntress that fought to protect those she cherished from the demonic horde. Apparently it reached a point in which she learned that the only way to end all strife and save her people would be to leave the land. Locals say she ascended into the sky and became one with moon, always watching over them throughout the night. Luna was regarded for her cunningness, charm, beauty-" Six froze when he realized what exactly he now opened. Thinking to himself he cursed, hoping she wouldn't discern a different meaning behind those words. After all he sure as hell wasn't attracted or trying to acquire an elite.

Luna shifted awkwardly in place as she turned away from him. The foolish human surely wasn't trying to flatter her intentionally but, it still was a compliment nonetheless. One befitting of her."I suppose I could... tolerate this namesake, despite its human nature."

Six sighed in relief. He would seriously have to reconsider exactly how he worded thing "...Glad you take well to it.."

Jun rolled his eyes after surveying the awkward moment that had befallen amongst them. Taking the initiative he changed the subject. " Not that I don't enjoy amatuer hour or anything, but it's time we get things moving. Luna, you know the layout of this carrier better than Six and I is their any way we can get to a slipspace vessel and get our asses off this trash heap?"

Luna shook herself out of her daze."There lies both a South and East hangar bay for shipmaster Krayt's fighters to launch from. However, both platforms remain heavily armed by anti aerial plasma launchers. We would not survive take off."

"There has to be a way to get those guns offline. Are they manned or run by A.I?" Six asked.

Luna walked over to the main console of the prison hall, pulling up a layout of the schematics of the cruiser."On the fourth corridor, nearing the reactor, lies forth the auto turret mainframe. Once we deactivate it, dispatching the remaining manned arms will be of ease. This still does not grant us much time for many troops roam these halls."

"If it breathes I can kill it." Six coolly answered.

Lunara clicked her mandibles in what appeared to be a frown." Fool you would perish, just as you nearly have on your confounded world, only a day old. Do you truly believe yourself a match for an entire battalion of the devout?"

Sighing Six shook his head in mild frustration. "Back on Reach my objective wasn't to win the fight, it was to escape the planet so to live another day. As were my orders"

Luna's frown melted into a small smile, slyly she added. "So your orders were that of to be a coward."

Six stood up his voice now strongly irritated. "At Least my orders are actually based upon facts and not lies."

Luna snarled in rage." Filthy human stay your tongue, or let it be ripped out!"

"Bring it on, I'm aching for a fight." He balled his gloved hand into a fist.

"Enough you two! Come on, have your lovers quarrels some other time, we need to focus." Jun got in between them. " it will take the three of us to escape alive."

"I could do it alone." six scoffed. He had gotten this far alone, and while he cherished Jun living he had taken plenty of cruiser alone throughout his career. This would be no different. The Spartan smiled to himself before a thought pierced his mind. "Wait did you just say lover's quarrel?!"

The wolf who abandons the pack must die." Luna countered without hesitation.

" Anyway..." Jun refused to entertain them any further. "Can we create a diversion large enough to distract the bulk of the military? At least giving us the window to strike hard and fast."

Six became lost in his thought. A Covenant Corvette, no matter the size still could house thousand of infantry. If they escape the next response naturally would be to send the bulk of the fighter out to blow them away. The reaper nearly believed himself out of options until one possibility creeped into his mind. "We blow the reactor. If that thing goes up, the panic would prevent any and all organized attack. The battle net would be in utter chaos and so we would escape with minimal resistance."

"Hmm the demon's plan does hold merit...and we haven't any more time to waste." Luna began to pace toward the exit door way.

Six stopped Luna by quickly jumping in front of her. "Wait, before you go any further, know that once we destroy the reactor we aren't going to have much time to get out."

"How much we talking?" Asked Jun who was already grabbing two carbines from a nearby weapons dispenser.

"Ten minutes after that the place can blow any second with a heat beyond 9000087 Kelvin."

"We shall Be Gone long before it ever reached that point, now let's be off. The next patrol will report here soon, keeping the element of surprise will be crucial if we are to succeed." Luna motioned for the two to follow her. "Stay under my lead and all shall go well."

Jun tossed a carbine to Six, who effortlessly caught if with a single hand. "Alright let's move."

The trio darted down the hallways. Luna casually slid by her ex comrades with ease, while the pair of Spartans, concealed themselves in the shadows never being caught by incoming patrols. The violet identical hallways proved disorienting, each passing room only more confusing. Six's eyes followed Lunara closely, registering her every movement. Unlike the other elites he had encountered, the female zealot was liquid fluid, her feet glided across the sleek metal halls. Luna's frame was noticeably smaller, lacking the heavy hulking bulk shared by most other of her race, most likely due to her gender specification. She sprinted forward with her stamina never giving way. The Spartan still was struggling to adjust to her new alignment, wanting to end her life and continue on without her. Normally attacking the covenant Corvette would prove a plausible option, however with Jun's injuries a prolonged firefight would easily force him into unnecessary danger. A risk Spartan B312 wasn't quite ready to make. In addition, Six had already began to calculate the many benefits the sanghellian defector could warrant the UNSC. Standard Covenant protocol ensured zealots were in trusted by the prophets themselves with extremely cryptic and case sensitive Intel. The very same Intel that lead to Reach's fall. If Luna survived long enough for them to encounter UNSC territory, her vast reserves of covenant exclusive knowledge definitely would assist the war effort. Six gnashed his teeth in disgust. The spartan felt sick to his stomach. He was going to do his best to keep her out of harm's way. If only for the mission." Dammit..."

"Something wrong six?" Jun asked behind a weapons cache.

"Hmm?"

"You've been eyeing her over since we started our trek." Jun's tone shifted slyly."Your really starting to fancy her aren't you?"

Six felt the urge to slam his head against the walls in frustration. Back on Reach Jun was known for his humor, but now he was seriously becoming an annoyance. Six cooled his mind before responding to his comrade."She's a valuable commodity. If she divulges high level Intel to the UNSC-"

"She would prove invaluable." Finished Jun in an instant. " Already had a feeling you were going to say that. We still don't know if she can be trusted let alone know what would stop the Marines from lighting her up and Oni dissecting her for parts."

Six pondered Jun's words briefly."We don't know exactly yet, but if she gets us out of here then I believe that answers our doubts."

Jun prepared countering proposition however Lunara overruled him."You humans lack intelligence, for if I wished to betray you, I simply would have alerted the guards back at the holding cells." Lunara's actions never ceased. The group had encountered a large clearing, a noticeably more defined door, guarded by two elite major lied before them. " My allegiance is no longer that of the covenant empire. Fate would have it that I would be in league with two demons...your doubts will be quelled shortly." Upon finishing Luna sauntered over to the two guards. Her body language relaxed as she rested her hands on her hips. Dialogue was being exchanged to which the Spartans cracked on their internal speakers to hear.

"Aah the zealot graces us with her presence. A mighty slayer of demons amidst us surely is a work of the gods." The first major chuckled heartily at his own sarcasm. "What do you here female? Begone from us."

Luna bit her tongue in anger but calmed herself. "Oh? I came to be regaled by your righteous tales on your campaigns against the demons. On how during our campaign against the human stronghold New Alexandria you so effortlessly extinguished the life of the demon clad in Blue. That foolish wench, had her feeble mind pierced by your sure aim. A fate truly befitting of such foolishness. The death of a demon should be celebrated no?"

Six and Jun both exchanged glances, at who Luna had just implied to have been killed. Silently they turned to watch on.

The major clicked his mandibles in approval."A righteous celebration will grace us indeed, when the great journey raptures us into its ranks." The elite leaned into Luna's face. "But while we await our calling, what do you propose we satiate ourselves with for now?"

Lunara felt ready to snarl, yet she restrained herself. "...whatever you deem as suiting"

The major caressed her cheek. "Hahaha well I have plans that will please us both."

"OK I've seen enough..." Six unsheathed his combat knife.

Jun grasped his shoulder before six vanished. "Hold up."

Six stared at Jun in disbelief. "Huh?"

As the Spartan turned both of the elites lay dead on the floor, blood spitting from their throats with Luna standing over them victorious. "Come now we haven't any time to waste."

Jun walked forward. "Told you so Six."

Whatever." Countered the reaper instinctively. He paused at the door, robbing both corpses of their trademark wrist blades. Six attached each to his respective arms, sliding the sleek gadgets over his gloved hands. Holstering an energy sword from the major who had spoken a bit too much he frowned under his visor. "You sure as hell won't be needing these." Looking up the Spartan's eyes connected with that of Luna's. Her aurora ebbing a distasteful aire.

Luna spoke impatiently. "Hurry demon, we must make haste before word spreads of our debacle."

" Never thought I'd agree with her but she does have a point Six. We can't waste all day here." Jun agreed much to Luna's surprise.

"Hmm it seems we've come in agreement demon."

"Just this once elite." Jun retorted.

Six gazed both of them over walking the opposing direction. "You two destroy the mainframe. It will take too long if we travel together. I will destroy the reactor and give us enough time to escape." The Spartan strode down the hall, clanking heavily against the purple alien flooring. "If I don't return by the time the deadline hits, leave without me."

Luna scoffed in disdain. "You truly are beyond foolishness. You know not the reactor's location. Nor do you have direction of the hangars. Demon you would die attempting this."

Since when were you one to care?" Six nearly blurted but wrote it off as a case of weird alien tendencies. "I'm experienced in these things and will be swift. In addition I possess my own navigator A.I Auntie dot. She will navigate me throughout this cruiser. Understood?"

Luna had grown tired of the demons foolhardy nature. He was not much different from the male's of her own race. "Perish at your behest human." Without a further word she entered the room.

Jun hesitated only following after her lead upon seeing Six nod in approval. In an instant he vanished behind the automatic door, the reaper briskly descended the hall ahead.

Meanwhile

The covenant crusade against man was often one believed to emphasize one ultimate devotion. The forerunners Ancient gods who ruled the universe, surely would approve the bloodshed of the infidels who fought to usurp their rule. Humanity was an affront to the gods, the covenant was their sacred protectors of all they do left behind in their ascension. They were too slay, plunge, and destroy with a fervor unmatched by any. For the great journey would soon be at hand, upon the discovery of the sacred artifacts of a time long past. Lies, complete total lies. Thought one elite. Stalking through the halls bearing the armor of rank ultra, stained charcoal and Scarlet a sanghellian warrior angrily clicked his mandibles in frustration. The campaign against the Humans was costly and detrimental, the honor withheld by his once proud race had been sullied. Conflict most often entailed facing warriors in fierce flames of battle, but that was hardly the reality of the last victory so many of his kin celebrated. Burning the unarmed human females and young ones to glass never garnered pride and respect in his eyes. Coarsely he cratered his needle rifle reminiscing of the battles and bloodshed long past. The prophets were fools, no he and his people were fools for following their instruction. But such thoughts were to be cast aside, the esteemed ship master Lord Krayt himself had summoned him personally.

The origin nature of this meeting were unknown, but if he were to hold any remnants of his tattered honor he must hold himself with dignity. Approaching the bridge he calmed his mind. Upon entering the automated doors he bowed immediately. Awaiting the commands of his leader."Thoda Haralum, rise." A deep booming voice reverberated across the bridge.

Thoda slowly rose to his full height of 8'5" staring at the golden clad ship master class elite in front of him. Lord krayt stood a full 10 feet, a plain yet simple white cape descended his back. Two energy swords lay holstered on his back, accompanied by twin plasma concussion rifles. The ship master wreaked disappointment, though not directed toward thoda. His mind was occupied with matters beyond his concern. After the passing of what felt an eternity he spoke once again. "Thoda the demons have escaped."

Thoda eyes flared as he suppressed the urge to roar curses toward the infidels and prophets he cared not for the religious aspects of this campaign, the demons themselves were still responsible for the deaths of countless of his comrades. They all deserved an excruciating death. "How!? By whose hands do the heretics prosper!?"

Lord Krayt's voice remained composed, smoothly he answered his subordinate. "Lunara Loframee was responsible for watching over the infidels within the prison ward. Her incompetence has lead to their escape."

Thoda growled, the gruff in his throat failed to remain stifled for long. "That wench is unsuited to remain in our ranks! May she be dishonorably discharged and returned to our Sanghellios,marked in shame!" The ultra was without mercy or hesitation. Females were a weak pitiful sight on the battlefield, for her to reach a stature such as zealot was an even further testament to the loss of honor within the ranks of the covenant, nay the sanghellians.

The ship master Krayt raised a hand qualming his outburst." From our mainframes recordings, it appears our beloved Lunara even has plotted forth actions of heresy. Assisting in there escape while murdering two of our kindred." Krayt clicked his mandibles displaying a stark recording of Lunara flaying the throats of the mayor's guarding the reactor room, as well as the two demons casually tracing her movements. "She must recieve an honest death, to atone for her sins."

Thoda roared and bowed before Lord Krayt. "I will bring her corpse before you, after I skin the demons!"

Krayt clicked his mandibles in approval. Loyalty such as Thoda's was not easily found nor bred." Your mission is to quell this Heresy without incident. Destroy the infidels, and do not return to my sight until this will bedone. Understood?"

Thoda bowed storming out of the bridge in rage. "It shall be done!"

After the young blooded elite vanished, the seasoned Krayt pulled forth a holoprojector, careful analyzing the movements of the demons. Moreover Spartan B312. "Hmm now what do you scheme demo-..." Krayt froze as looked on. Six cracked the rib cage of a field Marshall with a barrage of jabs, grabbing it's head and slamming the beast's body through the reactors door way. A single kick shattered skull of a brute chieftain, while a well timed knife throw impaled the eyes of a jackal. One brute attempted a swing utilizing his gravity hammer only to have if torn from his grip and replaced with an active plasma grenade. A pointed elbow deflated the brute's left lung, the sheer impact sent him careening into the reactors fusion coils. Six rolled out from the blue flames rushing forward without hesitation. Sirens wailed throughout the cruiser. Steam swooshed against the metal interior hulls. The reaper hesitated staring directly upward at the halls security camera, raising a carbine everything turned to static.

Krayt's eyes furrowed in fury. The ship master leapt from the bridge barring both his energy swords. A human saying flashed through his mind"If you want something done right. Do it yourself." At that he vanished from sight. Smacking his failure covenant troops as he journeyed to encounter the demon.

The Spartan dusted his hands. "And that's, that." He chuckled slightly surveying the fallen hunters behind him. "Dot rerout me to the hangar bay Jun and Luna are heading."

Without a reply, coordinates outlined his HUD before fizzling. His cracked visor still was a hindrance he couldn't avoid. "Well looks like I'll have to take a guess. If anything, I'll reroute with them back in space. I can't risk contacting them on the coms right now, don't need the covenant homing in on the signal." The Spartan sighed to himself as he sprinted through the halls, paying little heed to the disoriented Covenant soldiers. Minutes sped by finally he could make out the outline of the East hangar bay in the distance. Relieved Six trudged down the hallway, finally he could put this day behind him. "Something isn't right..."

"SPARTAN!" Six turned around narrowly guarding against the energy sword with the hilt of his gravity hammer. A 9 foot tall sanghellian male, clad in golden armor, red cape, armed and shielded in ornate armor lumged from the bridge overpass. Lord krayt, his finally obstacle.

"KRAYT!" Six yelled back as the two stared each other in the eye viciously clashing. The too refused to relent the opposing forces pushed away from the other. Neither one made a single movement. "Out of my way, your ship is long lost."

Lord Krayt cackled sinisterly shouting between fits of laughter. "Five minutes remain before the complete detonation of this vessel. As we speak time flows, bringing your destruction and that if your fellow heretics."

Six stood in shock. "Are you willing to sacrifice the lives of your crew to claim only two of us demons?!"

"However the cost, they care not, for a preemptive death will send them on path to the great journey sooner than later." Krayt's laughter ceased. "You've caused me a great deal demon, if only you perished back on Reach. Twas my error to allow you to live, a mistake I shall soon correct!" Krayt lunged at six who parried his strike without hesitation. The Spartan slammed the hammer vertically against chest but missed by bear centimeters. Leaping into the air Lord krayt performed horizontal flip slash volley scraping Six's tactical armored torso. In retortion the hilt of the hammer collided against krayt's neck flaring his combat shields. Six knocked bothblades out of the ship master's hands with a well placed round house kick, narrowly shielding against the Lord's incoming elbow which shattered his gravity hammer. The adversaries traded blows, fist collided against fist, kicks countered knees, elbows pulverized the others shields and armor. Mistimed attacks dented the reinforced walls. The hallway crumbled from the sheer destructive nature of the engagement. Finally sealing the distance, the two Titans locked hands attempting to overpower the other. Krayt smiled all the while.

"Two minutes remain demon. You will not survive!" Krayt grimaced in hatred.

Six retained his composure. "Heh that's what you think..."

"And how will you escape?" Krayt clenched down even further. "One minute remains."

"Hmm, not sure I didn't make it past this!" The reaper slammed his head against that of krayt's, cracking his shields stunning him momentarily. Purple blood trickled his forehead, he gurgled in pain. "Gah!"

Seizing the opportunity Six punched krayt through the entranceway to the hangar, refusing to stop any further. Without halting he read friendly contacts across his motion tracker. Plasma fire flew across the hangar bay. Lunara and jun simultaneously ripped through the solid hide of an incoming hunter. Jun's carbine shots tore through the soft flesh of the incoming grunts. The hangar bay soon cleared in a matter of seconds. Banshee and seraph fighters scrambled, departing into the void of space. Luna yelled through her com link "Demon hurry before it is too late! We have less than a single minute!"

Six flicked his com link onward. "Luna, Jun get us a ship outta here!"

Jun and Luna darted outward into eyes set on one final phantom dropship. Wiring and vents collapsed widely. Jun narrowly slid under an incoming ventilation shaft trekking up the phantom's deployment ramp and into the cockpit." Damn hope this thing can fly."

Lunara followed suit jumping and sliding throughout the hangar, in an attempt to evade, the debris The elite was but two steps away until a sharp pain racked her body. Her vision hazed and her body felt limp. A rounded girder had collapsed on her head pinning Luna under its bulk. She was unconscious, out cold. Jun's phantom was already levitating off the platform. Once out of the bay, there would be no return. Six wasn't about to let her perish. The reaper heaved the thirty ton girder effortlessly. In his free hand rested Luna. Spartan B312 vaulted toward the ever rising phantom. Success was in his grasp. "About time." He sighed though an impact hurled him to the battered flooring. His shields cracked on impact."The hell!?"

"We aren't finished man swine!" Krayt had tackled the reaper. The depressurized environment aided in his assault. "Prepare to die!"

"Not yet…" Six hurled Luna away from the conflict, his aim pushed her into the open compartment. She landed with a hard thud.

"Well how about that?" Said Jun staring at newly delivered Luna. "Six get your ass on board!"

Six evaded krayt's clunky swings. The injured combatant while pained still powered on with an unmatched vigor." Go without me!"

Jun swore he heard Six wrong."I'm not leaving you behind! Never abandon a noble operative!"

Six wrestled with the ship master landing a sharp uppercut. Krayt retaliated with a blinding knee crushing the spartan into a wall. "Trust me I got this!"

Jun hesitated, but ultimately he reluctantly exited the shield bay. "You better know what the hell you're doing Six."

Six watched the phantom depart with a bittersweet edge. The only direct way off this ship was now gone. Time was up and any minute the ship could combust. Krayt leisurely stepped forth fiercely glaring at the reaper. "It is done, you have no options. Death is imminent. Any last words demon?"

A small chuckle erupted from the spartan's throat. "Just three. Lock your armor." Six was then encased within an impenetrable field of pure energy. Explosions erupted, blue flames engulfed the entire hangar. Krayt screamed in agony. All fell immersed by a white transient light.

Jun observed the carnage from the security of the phantom. He made numerous passes when the gigaton nuclear level explosion subsided. Piloting the phantom while new to him, he took to the contraption well. Weaving through the debris praying his comrade survived. His com link was static, not a single transmission from six went recieved. The sniper resignated his comrades fate. Jun accelerated into the vacuum of space. "May your sacrifice not be in vain Six….Spartans don't die…."

"There just missing in action." A heavy clank emanated underneath the cockpit. Noble three carefully opened the pressurized lock, allowing for the reaper to enter the sanctity he desired.

Jun smiled voice filled in awe. "How did you-"

"Armor Lock...never leave home without it." Six slumped to the floor exhausted. "I need a vacation."

"After that stunt you nearly got one for 365 days." Jun laughed.

Six gazed upward. "That's not nearly as funny as your usual jokes."

"Shut up and kiss your elite girlfriend."

"Much better."

"Still…" Jun began. "What the hell are you to do with her.?"

"Me, I thought she would be our responsibility?" Six stated matter of factly.

"Oh no She's your responsibility, going out to save her and crap. All matters dealing with your Luna, are yours alone." He broke out snickering.

"Oh shut up Jun." Six sighed staring down at the sanghellian. "How long you think she'll be out."

"Don't know, could be a week, hour, years." Shrugged Jun returning to the cockpit.

Six followed him forward, sliding Dot into the foreign A.I port. "Auto pilot, we won't need Lay a finger on this lemon."

Jun leaned back cooly. "Got coordinates to a UNSC controlled system?"

"Dot plot us a course to system Jaron 9." Six ordered, but received no reply, only a plotted hologrid.

Jun analyzed the location. "Jaron 9, that's rebel space, UNSC won't be anywhere near there. Not to mention they sure won't be happy to see us."

"Got any better ideas?"

"Nope"

"Well there we have it. Besides the covenant won't have a reason to have a size-able presence in that quadrant."Six deduced, along with his voice trailing.

"Something the matter?"

"Nothing at all." Six lied, before yawning falsely. "Get some rest, we will need it."

The trio faded into the vacuum of space, never hesitating all the while. Seeds of destruction plotted with none to harvest the crop. Decloaking from the wreckage, a single seraph fighter traced the path taken by the three infidels. The pilot silently replaying the events that transpired. Thoda was far from amused. In all other words, he was nothing short of pissed off. Thousands of his comrades had perished, at the hands of the unrighteous; two demons and a heretic. He had long since swore to end the lives of any who threatened his kindred. His Lord may have perished in the explosion but his mission still stood. The demons and the accursed female would be purged, so that his comrades may find peace in the afterlife. A few minutes and his navicomputer had finished tracing the destination of his quarry. A desert planet on the outer Orion Rim. Destination confirmed his sword hand itched for blood. The Sanghellian awaited the time of retribution. His eyes faltered slightly, a discrete signal flashed across his motion tracker, neither friendly nor foe. But alas Thoda's rage would not be averted. He blazed his path ahead, refusing to investigate the phantom contact.

Chapter 4 over

[And there you have chapter 4 of the adventure of Noble Six. My apologies for the extended wait as graduation took an immense toll on my time, as well as prepping for college. And So Six, Luna and Jun finally have reunited. Three heroes all working for the greater good. As you can see in comparison to the original chapter I attempted to offer an enhanced dialogue upon the meeting of trio, as well as a more indepth view on their initial impressions. I through in an entirely new fight scene between Six and Krayt, along with background info on Six's childhood as well as the introduction of a new character. Thoda Haralum. Special thanks to I be Foxy the Pirate for allowing me to utilize his character. I enjoyed writing him immensely, and will continue to do so. I will not lie, I am completely unsure of when another update will take place. My novel is high priority right now but if I get the time to whip out another chapter I will do so. All in all I hope to hear from you on what you thought of this chapter. Any questions about the plot details? Ocs I may be able to utilize? Please Pm me or let me know in the comment section. Your feedback means the world to me my highly esteemed viewer. Rogue Black Knight signing out.]

Preview of Chapter 5: Rising Resurgence.

"I thought I told you. I don't drink" Six casually brushed off the advances.

Lunara tipsily held the glass towards his visor. The elites cheeks were flushed a violet, eyes glassed over in a foggy haze."Just one sip Sixy~" She winked suggestively.

"The Fuck did I do to get here!?" Six cursed in frustration.

"Shh..." Lunara placed a hand over his visor. "No protests, we still need to consummate the marriage~~"

"..." The Spartan's eyes twitched. He had gone insane.