Alright, so here's what's been hogging all my attention from my other story. I haven't finished writing the whole thing yet -not even close, haha- but here's a little taste of what it's about.

To those of you who haven't read my other stories, be thankful ;) Just kidding, they're alright, but I think I've improved a lot since I wrote them. At least I hope I have.

Anyway, this is a fic primarily about Noble Six's interaction with another alien species and how she deals with it without losing who she is, if you get what I mean. There will be action, but the story will -and I'll do my best to make it work- be about the culture clash and interaction. There'll also be the subject of Six being like a machine; with the inspiration coming from Halo 4 and Chief's lack of humanity.

If I ever get anything wrong -as I don't have a beta-, or something need's explaining better, then just leave a review or PM me and I'll answer.

One last thing, the updates for this will be slow. I may have written ahead -for once- but this is going to be a long journey for Six so it will take a while.

I hope you all enjoy :)

Thoughts

"Speech"

Prologue: Lone Wolf

Reach: The hub of the UNSC's military power. It was their fortress among the stars and all that stood between the Covenant and the home of the Human race; Earth.

It was a hub that had all but been destroyed, regardless of any attempts to stop it.

Despite the odds, the UNSC had put up a good fight, but in the end it was not enough, and all they had to show for their efforts were the heavy losses they'd sustained. Countless people had died, civilian and military alike. Their screams of both hopelessness and determination had been heard all over the planet as it burned. No one was safe from the might of the Covenant's overwhelming force. Any resistances left on the planet were being stamped out by Covent forces, while the glassing of the planet took place.

But while some continued to resist, the noise of their fighting was overshadowed one individual who made the loudest noise, as she refused to go down. She survived wave after wave and no matter how tired she felt, she continued to battle on against the seemingly endless horde of Covenant. Her guns frequently clicked out of ammunition, but that didn't stop her as she managed to scrounge around for more.

Like anyone else, she'd had a team. There'd been six of them in total and each of them had done their part to ensure humanity's survival. But they'd all gone, just like so many others, and once again she was a Lone Wolf.

Irony hit her as she downed another Ultra. Her Commander had said to leave all her 'Lone Wolf stuff' behind her, and look at her now; a Lone Wolf, fighting against all the odds just to survive another day. She snorted to herself as she slammed a magazine of bullets into her beaten and borrowed Assault Rifle, and took aim at yet another Elite.

Rumbles echoed across the sky as the glassing of the planet carried on behind her while she continued to fire at the Elite and before long the bullets pierced its shield. Under her helmet she gave a small smile in satisfaction before rolling out the way of the plasma grenade that had been thrown in her direction. Heat licked at her armor and with the overturned and burnt out Warthog no longer protecting her from its fire she heard the Elite growl in success. She frowned to herself and a single shot managed to sneak in and hit her shields before she downed the Elite with a well-placed shot to the head from her magnum.

A small noise escaped the creature before it crumpled to the floor and she ran out to its body to see if there were any plasma grenades that she could use. Unfortunately there wasn't any, instead there was just the single plasma rifle it'd been trying to take her down with. Her eyes scanned the fallen body of the Elite, taking in the style of the armor and putting it together with the weak shield that it'd had, she came to the conclusion that this was a 'Minor', one of the lowest ranked Elites she'd come across. In fact, over the past hour she'd started to see less and less of the lower ranked Covenant soldiers, which meant that somebody was diverting the tougher enemies to her.

A huge roar in the distance made her head snap up before she started to scan the area in front of her. In the heavy cloud of dust and dirt that surrounded the whole battlefield, she managed to make out the silhouettes of a group of Elites that were evidently making their way towards her. Another smile crept onto her face, and keeping herself low the black and crimson coloured Spartan picked up the plasma rife before moving away from the corpse and seemingly disappearing into thin air.

She moved quickly and quietly and flanked around the new contacts that had appeared. She watched their movement, took note of what she expected their skill set's to be and formulated a plan in her head. The Elites walked slowly and cautiously towards where she'd just vacated as they knew she was not yet gone. The leader of the group –what appeared to be a General- stopped and crouched down at the body, muttering something that was incoherent to the watching Spartan. His group of four Ultras also stopped and took up positions around him. One called out something to the General, who then barked back a reply and stood up from the body.

From her crouching position the Spartan scooped up a small rock and threw it into a small crumbling structure. The small noise it made caught the attention of the Elites and the General sent two of the Ultras to the structure. Smiling inwardly the Spartan followed after the Elites, pulling out her combat knife as she did so.

When she reached the structure she found one of the Ultras with its back to her while the other was on the other side of the room. She noticed that they were both getting twitchy and knew she had to take the opportunity to take one down. Bracing her legs she launched herself onto the Ultras back with her knife raised. Noticing the new weight on his back, they Elite tried to pry her off but it was to no avail as she swiftly plunged her knife into its neck and twisted it roughly. Pushing off it's back with her feet as she pulled out the knife, blood splattered back at her briefly before the momentum of the dying Ultra sent it crashing into its comrade. Ignoring the blood that had begun to cover her armor the Spartan charged forwards so fast that the second Ultra had little time to recover before it found a knife sweeping up and splitting open its neck.

A gurgled sound escaped the Elite as its blood ran onto the Spartan's armor and it too fell to the floor beside its comrade and was soon surrounded by a pool of blood. The dark purple blood surrounded the Spartan's no longer invisible foot and with a small chuckle she flicked the blood off her knife and unholstered her assault rifle.

Let the fun begin, she thought as she ran out to meet the remainder of the group and whatever else lay before her.

So began one of the last battles the Lieutenant of Noble team would ever be in, in the Human-Covenant War.

This was the last stand of Noble Six, Spartan-B312.

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