So I've received mixed reviews about my decision to have Noble Six in my story, but I'm going to stick with it since I myself like the idea. I'm fairly sure that I probably screwed up at one point or another when writing this chaper (continuity-wise), but I hope I'm wrong ^^'. In any case please enjoy this chaper :)

The sun had set a couple of hours ago. He was tired and hungry, but still he kept moving forward. Reach had fallen. Noble Six had known this ever since he and Jorge had taken down that Super Carrier. Even back then it had only been a matter of time. By now he had watched his entire team die. Except for Jun, but something deep within was telling him, that he'd never meet Noble Three again.

They had sacrificed everything for a planet, which then had been taken by the Covenant anyways. His last actions under UNSC orders had ensured the safe take-off of the 'Pillar of Autumn', but it would most likely cost his own life. He was ready though. Ready to take as many Covenant soldiers with him as possible.

While fending off hordes of enemies after leaving the MAC-cannon behind, ha had come up with a plan, a final plan. He was returning to the gigantic Forerunner structure, where Halsey had given him the package. According to Intel gathered throughout the battle of Reach, the Covenant had high interest in Forerunner technology. That was why Six hoped to find a lot of the Covenant there and then blow the entire thing up.

He had raided an armory, nobody else was ever going to use that again anyways, and made his way to his destination armed with several heavy weapons and powerful explosives, to destroy the Forerunner artifact and all Covenant within and around it. If he couldn't save the planet and his team, he could very well at least avenge them.

With his mind set and no other UNSC personnel left on the entire planet he entered the gigantic cavern through a crack in the mountain that was around it. The crack was small enough to not have been found by the Covenant yet, but just about large enough for Six and his equipment to fit through.

Once inside he took in the scene before him. The cavern was truly gigantic. The Forerunner structure slightly stuck out from the ice, leaving the SPARTAN wondering about its actual size, which had to be even more monstrous than the cave it was found in. In front of the artifact thousands of Covenant soldiers had built up a sort of war camp.

From their lack of guards and attention towards anything, but the huge piece of machinery in front of them, Six could easily deduce that they were sure of having wiped out all humans on Reach. And they were almost correct. Almost.

He stayed in the shadows, always cautious not to give away his presence to the enemy. Taking a large detour around the Covenant camp, he arrived at the construct about one hour later. The aliens were starting to retreat to their sleeping quarters, except for a few guards, who were patrolling in front of a small entrance into the ancient artifact.

The SPARTAN instantly knew that this was where he was headed. He carefully hid most of his gear behind some large, sharp rocks about 30 meters away from the entrance. Usually he would've kept his heavy weapons with him, but in this instance stealth and thus silence was vital. Equipped with only a silenced SMG and a combat knife he slowly approached the enemies' position.

Upon closer inspection Noble Six noticed the laughable quality of the guards. A Ranger accompanied by two Grunts and an Elite Officer were all the Covenant forces between him and his goal. The two Elites seemed to be in a conversation, not paying much heed to anything else around them, especially not the two Grunts, who were about to fall asleep next to a rock that just happened to provide perfect cover.

Six crept up to the alien soldiers and before the Grunts could even produce as much as a surprised noise, he had grabbed them and clapped their skulls together with enough force to at least knock them out cold, if not kill them on the spot.

Everything else remained quiet. The Elites were still talking to one another and hadn't noticed the two missing Grunts. Then suddenly the Ranger gave a light growl and turned around. Six had taken cover before the alien could see him though. On his motion tracker he could see a red dot slowly advancing to his position, which had to be the Elite.

He carefully climbed up the rock a few meters and held still, to not give away his position. The Ranger turned around the corner and raised its rifle upon seeing its subordinates presumably dead. Slowly the Ranger advanced, carefully eyeing its surroundings, but it didn't think of looking up.

Once it had passed the SPARTAN, he jumped down and rammed his knife into the alien's skull, instantly killing the foe. His motion tracker showed the other Elite still minding its own business, which meant he still hadn't been noticed.

Noble Six looked out from behind the rock and saw the Officer had turned its back to him. He grabbed his knife and seized the opportunity. He ran towards the alien, but when he was only six meters away it suddenly drew its energy sword.

Foreseeing the alien's next move Six dove down, successfully rolling under the sweeping blade. He stood back up behind the foe, turned around and rammed the knife into the Elite's neck with enough force to penetrate the energy shields and rip open every bit of flesh and blood vessels that were in its way.

A light growl which almost sounded like a sigh was the last sound the Elite would ever make.

Now there was nothing left to keep him from his goal, so Six entered the artifact. The interior was almost exactly like the exterior of the Forerunner construct: grey, brightly lit and shaped in the typical style of the Forerunners.

It seemed that UNSC personnel had already been here before, since some of the walls had directions written in English on them. Thanks to these directions, the SPARTAN soon found his way to what he was hoping for: structural weaknesses in the construct. In the large room he entered there were four pillars that were radiating a strange, but powerful energy. They were most likely reactors of some sort.

Noble Six planted the explosives he had and took the remote detonator with him. He had to somehow lure as many Covenant troops into the artifact and then go out of this world with a bang. A huge one at that. After looking around the structure a bit longer he found a room that was easy to defend and fortified it to the best he could.

Now the hunt was on. It was finally time to avenge this world and all the lives lost on it. A rocket launcher on his back, the pistol at his side and a DMR in his hands the super soldier made his way back to the entrance of the construct.

Once outside he pulled the pin of a grenade and threw it into the alien camp, then he took out his rocket launcher.

"This one's for Jorge!" he shouted as the grenade detonated, killing a dozen Grunts and Jackals, while waking up the entire camp. Six aimed down the sights of the launcher towards a commando tent from which an Elite General just emerged. "This one is for Kat!"

The alien didn't have any time to react before it was torn into a thousand pieces by the explosion of the rocket that had hit it straight in the face. The tent had been blown into oblivion as well.

He had been trained to suppress all emotion, to never let his feelings get the better of him or even allow them to show, but even Six couldn't stop a satisfied smile form on his lips as he rained bloody vengeance on the Covenant troopers. And he wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

Three Jackals were trying to get to cover to his right, but his Pistol made quick work of them, "This is for Commander Carter!" Each shot met its target perfectly. Never before had Six aimed so precisely on so many consecutive moving targets.

The motion tracker of his suit gave a quick warning that an enemy was running up behind him. Six ducked and turned around with a leg-sweeping kick that made the sword-wielding Elite fall on its face and before the alien could even comprehend what was happening Noble Six was on top of it and landed a punch so powerful to the back of the aliens skull that his fist easily smashed through the plasma shields and crushed the Elite's skull.

"That was for Emile!" he told his now dead foe. Slowly but steadily the Covenant troopers reorganized and opened fire from all directions on the SPARTAN, so he was forced to retreat towards the Forerunner construct.

Plasma was flying everywhere and Six' shields got lower and lower from the hits he didn't manage to dodge. Upon entering the artifact Six could see a huge wave of enemies following him, set on eliminating the last human on Reach. Everything was going according to plan.

The interior of the artifact was a maze, but Six remembered the layout perfectly, quickly making his way to the fortified room, from which he was going to blow the Covenant soldiers to hell. That thought had a special kind of ring to it… "Hell… That is what Reach has become. If that's the case, I guess that makes me… a demon." Six again couldn't help, but give a satisfied smile at this thought. He was going to die. But he was making sure to take a truly legendary number of foes with him.

Plasma fire was chasing him down and according to his HUD the enemies were gaining on him. That was when he had an idea. He turned his radio on an open comm-channel and asked into his comm: "Dot, are you there?"

There was a moment of silence, before the A.I. responded on a private channel: "Affirmative Noble Six. How may I assist you?"

"Do you have intel on the languages of the Covenant?" he asked.

"Positive." Dot answered "I have vast knowledge of the language of the Sangheili, the species commonly referred to as 'Elites', which stems from years of comm analysis…"

"Perfect!" the SPARTAN interrupted her "I need you to translate something for me."

After telling Dot the text he wanted translated into Sangheili there was a moment of silence before the text popped up on his HUD with an attached sound-file.

Just then a plasma charge flew past him while he turned around the last corner. He stormed into the room he had prepared for this moment and sealed off the doors. It was only a matter of time before the Covenant were going to break through the blast doors, but he only needed a bit of time.

He connected his armor with the comm system that the UNSC science teams had installed within the artifact and started speaking in Sangheili, knowing that every single alien soldier inside the structure would hear and understand his every word:

"This is for Reach. For all the lives you have taken. I may not live to see another day, but I'll make sure to welcome you… to hell!"

He heard a baffled Grunt outside scream something in perfect English: "A demon!"

Though that was a surprise, Six wasn't going to change his plan. He went over to a Forerunner control panel and triggered the explosives that were all over the facility. The ground shook violently and explosions drowned out the terrified cries of several hundred Grunts, Jackals and Elites.

To make sure the technology of the artifact was of no use to anyone that might find this room unharmed he aimed at the control panel and smashed right through it with his fist. The explosions continued, signaling a chain reaction that would probably destroy the construct in its entirety. All the while the room he was in started humming with energy.

Six didn't know how, but apparently his punch had activated something as the humming and the bright lights indicated. An explosion blasted the ground open, sending the SPARTAN flying towards the ceiling. When he smashed into it there was a bright flash of light and then he was falling.

But the fall was longer than should be possible. The ground of the lower level had only been about seven meters away and in his armor he was weighing almost half a ton, yet he had been falling a solid five seconds when he finally decided to open his eyes.

He blinked once. Then twice. What he saw didn't make sense at all. He was falling towards a forest, no sign of the forerunner artifact to be seen anywhere. Approaching the ground at breakneck speed he locked down his armor. He saw a small wooden hut beneath him, which he was going to crash into through the roof; that much was for certain.

Six closed his eyes and braced for the impact. With an extremely loud crashing sound he crushed through the roof and into the floor of the hut, but the crash didn't hurt nearly as badly as he had expected. His shields only went down to a quarter of their full power, but aside from that he had no trouble unlocking his armor and standing back up, instinctively reaching for his pistol. He was relieved to find it still in its place.

Just then his motion tracker flared red, signaling an unknown contact about to hit him from his right. Noble Six blocked the incoming attack with his arm and was surprised to see a masked human wielding a single-edged sword being the attacker.

"I don't know who or what you are…" the stranger snarled "But you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, we can't have any witnesses surviving!" With that he spun around and tried hitting a kick to the SPARTAN's midsection. Six was too baffled to even react, but his armor took care of the attack anyways.

The stranger then slashed down with his Katana again, which Six this time managed to catch in his hand and landed a punch on the man's chest. He could hear and feel his adversary's ribs breaking under the force of the impact, before the enemy flew backwards out of the open door, past two more masked strangers.

They appeared to be at least as dumbfounded as Six. When had he gotten this strong? He knew he was superhuman in almost any possible way, but this level of strength was new to him. The enemies quickly decided to attack him from both sides with some sorts of knives and throwing stars, which didn't even scrape the SPARTAN's shields.

"What… What the hell are you?" One of the attackers shouted in a panic.

"Me?" He replied realizing that killing these people was a justifiable act of self-defense now "I'm just a demon, stranded in a new hell." With that he aimed his pistol at the foe and killed him with a quick bullet to the head. He also made short work of the other one.

When he was done his motion tracker flared up again, so he immediately spun around aiming at the unknown contact.

"Please don't kill me!" the man cried "I'm not with them I swear!" He looked a lot different from the other men, for one he wasn't masked and he didn't seem armed either. Six put his gun down.

"It's okay. As long as you don't attack me, I won't have to hurt you." He said "You see I have no idea where I am here. Would you mind telling me about this place?"

"You're in one of the many forests of the Realm of Fire." The man said, still visibly scared. From the clothes of these people Six could deduce that he was not on any modern colony of Earth, yet these people were obviously humans. Or a different species that just happened to look exactly like humans.

Looking out of the door he tried to find the last enemy, who he had struck hard enough to send him flying, but there was no trace of said foe to be seen. Apparently the man had escaped with his serious injuries and without Six noticing. Six couldn't help, but feel impressed. He made to leave the hut into the forest, to come up with a plan on what to do next.

"Hey." The man behind him spoke up. When he turned around the man flinched back, still obviously scared. "I don't wish to sound disrespectful, but would you mind telling me who or what you are? Are you death itself?"

"Something like that…" Six said in a low voice "I'm Noble Six." And with that he left into the woods, leaving behind an astounded human or at least human-looking creature. He decided to keep his distance from all civilization until he could tell for sure, where he was and who or what these people were.

Even on the furthest away colonies of Earth and all rebelling worlds had technology that was at least far enough advanced to have simple guns. It wasn't like guns were the newest of technological breakthroughs, yet these masked men had attacked him and the other men using primitive weapons like knives and swords. All things considered Six couldn't be on a planet known to the UNSC, though the surface reminded him a lot of Reach and even Earth itself.

When Nightfall finally came Six had built himself a shelter into a small cave and had covered the entrance with branches and leafs, so that he wouldn't be found too easily. He wondered if letting that last man live had been the right choice. The man hadn't been a threat in the least, but maybe having him tell the tale could lead to a possible threat in the future.

The SPARTAN was tired from the battles on Reach and now from this day which he would mark as the weirdest day of his life. In hopes that he would be able to find a solution to his new problem the next day or week he went to sleep. He remembered what the Grunts had called him: a demon. Six couldn't help wonder about that as he drifted off to a light sleep. Was he in fact so fearsome as to be called a demon?

During the following days and nights Noble Six tried to get an idea of where in the universe he was, but it wasn't until the fourth night after his arrival on this world, that he finally found the answer. It was a beautiful night, the stars were shining brightly and most of them formed a pattern he and most other humans knew just all too well.

In the night sky he could see a bright stream of stars, which had to be a galaxy seen from the side. It was his galaxy, the Milky Way that he could see in the sky. The stream of stars was much more slim than on any other planet Six had seen the night sky from though. This meant that the planet he was on was in a solar system on the far outer reaches of the galaxy, if not actually outside of it entirely.

Somehow the forerunner artifact had transported him to this world, one that was further outside the Milky Way than the UNSC and quite obviously the Covenant had ever been. But that would have meant that the people that attacked him and the man he left alive could not have been humans. They were most likely an alien species that just happened to quite closely resemble humans. At least that was the most logical explanation the SPARTAN could come up with.

Another person might have lost their mind at the thought of being stranded on the far reaches of one's galaxy, but Noble Six stayed calm and thought logically about his situation. Reach had fallen, so the UNSC most likely assumed he was dead, so obviously they wouldn't search for him. And even if they did, the chances of him being found where he was were slim to say the least.

The forerunners were the obvious answer. The artifact had somehow brought him here, so naturally there had to be a way to get back also. That was his new plan: Find out more about the people of this world and search for anything that looked like it had to do with the forerunners, as that would probably be his ticket out of this mess. Or so he hoped at least.

He spent the next weeks traveling and exploring the area. Actually 'area' would be the wrong word, since said area was large enough to span a small country, but Six couldn't come up with a more specific word. On his travels he came across several small villages which he would go into at night always staying close to cover, so he wouldn't be spotted. On rare occasions he would grab something to eat, if he could manage to grab it without being seen. It was times like these when he really wished he had an active camouflage.

About a month went by after this when one day his armor would suddenly track a UNSC IFF-tag. It was somewhere near the place where he had crashed into the planet, so he decided it was best to head back there and see who that UNSC personnel might be. He really hoped for a scientist to show up, but the tag indicated, that it was probably a soldier. Still better than nothing.

The only problem was that he was several days away from the IFF-tag, but that wouldn't stop him. The journey was tiring and long, but he eventually reached a village where the located contact seemed to be at the moment. Six stayed outside of the village, hidden in the shadows of the trees. He had deactivated his own IFF-tag, to not be spotted. While this person was most likely an ally, it was wiser not to take any chances.

He observed the village from afar through the sights of his DMR. Then he saw him. He couldn't believe his eyes. Right there in the village was another SPARTAN, so there actually were some left. This was even a SPARTAN II. Six had heard about them and even known one personally, Jorge. Their armor was tougher and their training had been more intense than that of the IIIs. And of course the enhancement serum they had gotten was a completely different one.

The lieutenant decided not to reveal himself yet, though. The SPARTAN was walking among and working together with a group of people from this world. Six didn't believe in rogue SPARTANs, but at one point in his life he would've laughed at the idea of a planet with humans living the way they were doing here.

Nightfall came quick and the SPARTAN II and the people he was working with had set up a camp for the night. There was a campfire, several tents and lots of food. Noble Six contemplated showing himself or even just sneaking into the camp, just to get some extra nutrition. He knew he wouldn't starve right away if he didn't, but he was feeling a mighty hunger, demanding to be sated at once.

He decided to not take the risk of being spotted, which was way too high with an actual SPARTAN on the watch, so he got up and slowly made his way towards the forest to get a little bit of sleep there. He made sure to be moving slowly enough, that the SPARTAN II's motion tracker wouldn't be able to get a reading on him.

When Daybreak came Six had been awake for nearly two hours. On one hand he wanted to get up as soon as possible, to keep watch over the large group of people, on the other hand his body was aching from the lack of comfortable ground to lie on. The group was getting ready for their departure, their warriors in a trident formation at the front and sides of the rest. The SPARTAN and two more people, a young woman and a blond man were following up the trek in a UNSC Warthog. Six had seen the vehicle at the camp, but he was still wondering how it got to this planet.

He managed to quietly and stealthily follow the group, an impressive feat considering his armor's color scheme. Suddenly the Warthog stopped while the rest of the group moved forward.

"Shit!" Six thought "Have they noticed my presence?" He stayed quiet, not daring to even move an inch. The SPARTAN II was giving instructions to his two companions and then manned the Gauss-canon on the vehicle. A few seconds nothing happened.

As Six was about to relax a bit, the Gauss-canon was raised and released a round somewhere to his right. The next thing Six knew was a strangely humanoid robotic figure jumping down into the clearing. The Gauss-canon quickly fell victim to the bladed staff the robot swung around graciously. The next foe to appear was a four meter tall Titan of a robot, armed with dual machine guns and what seemed to be a rocket launcher mounted on its shoulder.

Six shifted to a new position, to get a better view on the other SPARTAN and now was fighting an internal war about whether or not to help these people. The SPARTAN II was then distracted by something glowing from behind a thick tree. Six couldn't see what it was, but a dreadful suspicion made its way into his mind. He quickly moved to a better location to see what was going on.

He didn't believe his eyes, even though he had suspected as much. Facing the other SPARTAN was an Elite wielding an activated energy sword. The alien swung its blade towards its opponent, who swiftly dodged it and pumped a load of lead into its stomach with his shotgun. The pellets tore through the alien's shields and ripped its intestines apart in a gruesome way. Then the SPARTAN turned away and focused his attention on the remaining robot.

Six was surprised to see that the other two people whom he had almost completely ignored up until now had apparently taken care of the first robot. Just then the Elite was twitching and pulled out a carbine rifle, aiming at the young woman. Before he could even think about his actions, Six had already moved forward and snapped the alien's neck. Luckily he didn't make any noise whatsoever, but still he wondered about his first impulse of helping a fellow SPARTAN being so irresistible.

The lieutenant swiftly moved back into cover and searched for a position with a better view on everything. When he found a suitable spot he saw the huge robot shooting the insides of a bubble- shield. A dumb thing to do, but this was only a machine after all. However the barrage of gunfire would be very fatal to the humans that had been fighting against it until now, once the shield would drop, which was only a matter of time. Six pulled out his DMR and aimed for the rocket launcher on the Titan's shoulder. It was probably a futile shot, but he had a strong urge to keep this other SPARTAN alive, so maybe it would at least distract the robot enough.

When the shield finally dropped and Six was about to shoot a huge red beam of energy tore right through the Titan and obliterated it. He looked back at the soldier. No wonder this robot had been dealt with so quickly. The other SPARTAN was holding an overheated SPARTAN-Laser, one of the most powerful heavy weapons to have ever been equipped to Noble Six or any other SPARTAN for that matter.

Six instantly checked his motion tracker, but no further movement could be seen, except for the people down in the clearing. Feeling relieved for not having had to reveal himself, Six finally decided that he would decide whether to reveal himself or not over a good night's sleep. He stayed in the shadows until he was sure he was alone and then finally moved in the direction that the others had left towards.

After walking and sometimes running a few kilometers Six stopped dead in his tracks. The sun was beginning to set and through the trees he could see a large open space up ahead. Not only that, but beyond that open space there was a large wall, obviously man-made. The SPARTAN deduced that this was most likely these people's base of operation. He stealthily walked along the wall a couple of hundred meters until he found a cliff in which the wall ended. To his luck he noticed a small cave within said cliff a few meters up off the ground.

Six kept a close eye on his motion tracker while moving towards the cave. He had little trouble climbing up the rough mountain side and looked into the hole, he had aimed for, pleased to find it completely empty and large enough for him to comfortably spend the night in. As always Six fell asleep rather quickly, but only had a very light sleep anyways.

In the morning he was rudely awoken, by the ground slightly trembling. He instantly got out of the cave and looked around, expecting the worst. The vibrations in the ground were an all too familiar sensation that usually only occurred due to a large army marching somewhat close by.

Surely it couldn't be the covenant, but still he realized that he had gotten into a conflict, which he would've rather stayed out of. Noble Six scanned the top of the walls, glad to see them vacated. With a few powerful jumps and thrusts from his jetpack the SPARTAN easily made his way up the wall and jumped down into the village behind it. Suddenly his motion tracker flared up with dozens of unknown contacts.

Six did the first thing that came to mind and hid inside a small shack on the back side of a building, just before any of the contacts were in eyesight. The door featured a small hole, which he used to have a look at these contacts. They all were humans (or at least looked like humans) dressed in green vests, black sandals and metal-plate forehead-protectors. All of them looked very tense, as if they were awaiting something dreadful to happen.

The vibrations in the ground grew stronger and the people up on the wall were looking in a mixture of terror and confusion at the illusive forces behind the walls.

An explosion boomed somewhere on the other side of the wall and the defenders were making quick hand signs followed by a bunch of different kinds of attacks. Most of them spat fire down at the enemy, some were summoning huge amounts of water down the walls and a few just stuck to throwing knives and other bladed weapons. Six was astounded to see people being able to control the elements with such ease, but stayed quiet as that was just all the more reason not to get caught.

Nobody was paying any heed to what was happening inside the village, so Six took this opportunity to leave his hiding spot and retreat further into the village. There were more explosions now and some of them were getting louder as Noble Six ran down several alleyways, away from the wall. He was not going to take sides in a battle that wasn't his unless he was forced to.

He changed hiding spots several times over the course of the next ten minutes until he had to turn around and take another route to prevent being seen. The SPARTAN was running down a tight alley towards a very big looking street, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw several contacts on his motion tracker up ahead. Enemy contacts. Not unknown, but his armor recognized some of the contacts as enemies… It couldn't be… The Covenant? There was only one way to find out.

Six carefully approached the end of the alleyway and peeked out. And sure enough he saw what he had feared. Elites. The Covenant were here, wherever "here" was. But what he also saw was a yellow glowing man beating the ever-living shit out of one of them. While still in amazement he heard a cry somewhere to his left. He immediately turned his head and with horror he saw an Elite approaching a helpless little girl, who was desperately crying for help.

At that very moment Six' mind went blank. Without giving anything a second thought he dashed out on the street and ran towards the Elite as fast as he could. Before he even knew it his fist had connected with the Elite's head and sent it flying into a building. Six didn't know if it was dead, but it most certainly didn't move anymore. He was amazed at his own strength. All SPARTANs were a lot stronger that the average human, but killing an Elite with just ONE PUNCH was unheard of.

The little girl was still shivering, but apparently too shocked to move or say anything. Six picked her up and carried her over to the yellow glowing man, who as the SPARTAN just now noticed was looking at him in a look of complete and utter disbelief, jaw wide agape.

"Are you alright?" Six decided to ask the stranger.

"Well you already know the rest of the story." Noble Six concluded, looking at the blond woman, who apparently was the leader, the 'Hokage' of this village. The room went quiet after Six had finished, everyone looking at him, including the other SPARTAN to his right.

"It's hard to imagine, that you managed to escape everyone's view for so long." The woman named Tsunade finally broke the silence. "But your story complements all other reports I've gotten, as far as our world is concerned of course, so I don't see a reason not to believe you. Also you did help us out quite a bit, so have my thanks."

"However" it was the Master Chief who was interjecting "There is one problem I have with your story, Sir. You said you were transported here shortly after the fall of Reach one or two months ago. Reach fell four years ago, so what happened to these couple of years?"

Six nearly dropped to the ground in disbelief. Four years? How was that possible? The Master Chief had no reason to lie, but there was no logical reason why he would've arrived here so much later. The trip hadn't even felt like a second, he could've sworn to have been teleported here, but this new evidence suggested otherwise.

"I think I might know the answer to that!" a female voice from the Chief's head spoke. "The Chief and I were already somewhat outside the Milky Way when we were transported here. You on the other hand were on Reach, which is several light-years away from here. So we should assume that neither of you were actually teleported, but rather sent here in a stasis-like state with about light speed I would guess. Maybe in both cases some ancient forerunner slip-space technology brought you here. That would make the most sense at least."

The entire room went quiet yet again. "Okay I have NO idea what you just said, but I'll just assume it's right and that these two gentlemen can somehow work with that piece of information." The Hokage said in a slightly frustrated voice, once again breaking the awkward silence. Cortana was right, her explanation would make a lot of sense, after all Six had been inside a forerunner artifact when he was sent here and the Master Chief had been near an artificial forerunner planet. "Alright then, I'll give you the exact same offer as the Chief." Tsunade said, gaining his attention.

"What would that be?" the SPARTAN asked, resulting in an amused smile on the Hokage's face.

And there we go, now you all know the extended backstory of Noble Six and why he is where he is. I'm sorry if this chapter wasn't what you had hoped for, but it made sense to me to have this sort of chapter just for plot-hole-filling purposes, so I hope you enjoyed reading either way ;)

Once again I'll start with the next chapter as soon as I get to it, but thankfully my job allows me comfortable breaks, which I can use to write ^^