The Lost Spartan

Once I walked among gods and demons. I fought a war secluded in shadow and soaked in my blood. The blood of our fathers, and the blood of our sons. I now set foot in a world that is not of my own. I am without fear. A Noble Six RP Blog, Willing to RP with anyone.

[halogifs]

“Tell ‘em to make it count.”— Jorge’s final words to Noble Six.

[gelure-blog]

b312 started following you

Well, well, who do we have here? Just rolling on by, stranger? Corporal Vadim Proulx at your service. Part of Alliance Navy and serving as an infiltrator and corpsman… But you’re not here for boring formalities, right? Just Vadim then and, as always, pleasure.　

[b312-blog]

I.. suppose I am a stranger. Spartan B312, U.N.S.C. Special Warfare Group Three, last of Noble Team. I've only... just arrived here. Things are... different from where I am from, but it is a pleasure as well Corporal.

[freaks-like-me-deactivated20130]

b312 started following you

Who the hell are you?

[b312-blog]

Spartan B312, Noble Team, Attached to U.N.S.C. Special Warfare Group three 'Mam, and you?

[b312-blog]

Spartan, Spectre

[secondhumanspectre-archive-blog]

When the Normandy touched down on Thessia, Shepard already had a plan in place. Immediately, the Commander executed it in a flurry of words and orders. It was simple and straightforward enough; there were to be a couple squadmates to scout and form a perimeter while Shepard and shore party pushed ahead to the monastery. 

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[b312-blog]

Noble Six ignored the obvious ire within Ashley's voice and shifted her attention towards the problem at hand. They were a considerable distance away from Shepard, and they were on a strict time table. Six could sprint it on foot, but she was unsure on the Lieutenant Commander. This was the first time she had been paired up with Ashley, but she was certain it wouldn't be the last. The view her cracked visor provided wasn't exactly the best when considering she was still making field repairs, but she could see well enough to be effective during the day time. At night she would have to take it off in order to use her ocular augmentations properly. Still, she had an advantage that most humans and even some machines lacked. That being she had already fought in a war just like this, and that she was trained not to be among the best but rather to be the best. She shifted her footing and glanced at Ashley shortly before returning her gaze to her direct front.

"With all due respect 'Mam, I am combat ready. My shields are functioning and I can take a beating." There was a distinct pause shortly before Six shifted her grip on the shotgun shortly before finishing her statement. "I am not fragile."

The backdrop of Thessia was depressing at best since it provided the constant droning of immense vessels that walked across the surface like a pox upon a child. Their black forms setting blazes throughout the cities while their agents slaughtered and captured the populace. Anyone from this day and age would be struck with awe at the very sight of one of the galaxies races to be brought to it's knees almost overnight. It was the end of the world. At least that was what everyone seemed to call it. Noble Six called it life. This was what she was born to do. What she was trained for since she had already seen the end of the world, and she had ensured that humanity's fate was to be continued. War wasn't Six's specialty. Sacrifice was.

Cold steel hues glared through the visor while sweat beaded upon the hidden face that resided beneath the black helm. Her ruined armor cut an image that few could match. It's bulky form seemed to appear far more demonic while she took her steps forward away from the Lieutenant Commander, stalking down the rubble and assorted corpses without pause. Disgust would infect any sane soldier's mind, but nothing of the sort was to be found within Noble Six. Her eyes were fixated upon a goal that no one else but her could see. She didn't care about how the war was going and only that she was alive, but even the feeling of being alive was losing it's luster while Noble Six continued through the ruins. She was a ghost. An Orphan looking for a reason to die. She didn't fight for anything other than the fact that it was the only thing she knew. Anyone could notice her suicidal tendencies when in battle. How reckless she was. It was something that often went unsaid simply because the Spartan only spoke to two people. Ashley Williams and Commander Shepard.

"This is just like Reach Lieutenant Commander."

[rookie-no-more-blog]

b312 is following you

[rookie-no-more-blog]

“Well then LT, what can I do for you?” he asked “Granted I’m just a Grunt but I can do what I can to help.” The armor was a sight to behold, and since they were a black ops group that made it a bit more impressive for him to meet such a figure.

[b312-blog]

“Nothing at the moment, I’m only surveying the layout at this moment Corporal.” She responded, offering him a subtle nod. “I do look forward to working with you Corporal, but in the meantime I believe I must take my leave… My schedule is slightly adjusted to differing hours.”

[rookie-no-more-blog]

“Alright well. Do you have a name I can refer to you as? Or should I just call you Noble Six?” he asked, the whole non-name thing was a bit strange, but then again the Black Ops type was a bit strange after all take a look at this woman.

[b312-blog]

"Call me Six..."

[rookie-no-more-blog]

b312 is following you

[rookie-no-more-blog]

“Well then LT, what can I do for you?” he asked “Granted I’m just a Grunt but I can do what I can to help.” The armor was a sight to behold, and since they were a black ops group that made it a bit more impressive for him to meet such a figure.

[b312-blog]

"Nothing at the moment, I'm only surveying the layout at this moment Corporal." She responded, offering him a subtle nod. "I do look forward to working with you Corporal, but in the meantime I believe I must take my leave... My schedule is slightly adjusted to differing hours."

[rookie-no-more-blog]

b312 is following you

[b312-blog]

“MJOLNIR Mark V(B) Powered armor, but this is not of alliance design, nor am I alliance…” She states calmly while she addresses the soldier. “I am Spartan B312 of Noble Team, U.N.S.C. Special Warfare Group Three, and you are?”

[rookie-no-more-blog]

“Corporal Alex Winter, from the 312nd Marine Battalion, Systems Alliance Navy. I gotta say I’ve never heard of the U.N.S.C. You a Black Ops group?”

[b312-blog]

"Not many have here it seems Corporal. United Nations Space Corps, I hold rank of Lieutenant, but I am apart of their Black Operations long with recon and various other tasks." The Spartan stated with  cool voice.

[rookie-no-more-blog]

b312 is following you

“Thats…strange armor,” Chris commented “Didn’t know we had that kind of armor in the Alliance.”

[b312-blog]

"MJOLNIR Mark V(B) Powered armor, but this is not of alliance design, nor am I alliance..." She states calmly while she addresses the soldier. "I am Spartan B312 of Noble Team, U.N.S.C. Special Warfare Group Three, and you are?"

[b312-blog]

Passing through sir.

I’ll be available if you need me Sir. 

[spectrecasca-blog]

If that’s the offer, it would help if I know who you are and what you do. As for myself…Regulus. Spectre.

[b312-blog]

A pleasure Sir.

I am Spartan B312, U.N.S.C. Special Warfare Group Three. My general duties are recon and lone wolf operations should the need be high enough… Sir.

[spectrecasca-blog]

-gives him a bit of a salute, nodding-

And what serves as a name? -moves his hands behind his back, his scarred face impassive-

[b312-blog]

A name…? My team mates called me Six, so… I suppose six would serve as a name sir. - She states impassively, almost mirroring his own expression -

[spectrecasca-blog]

Six it is, then. -nods once- Who is it you work for?

[b312-blog]

The U.N.S.C. Sir. United Nations Space Corps. What of you sir?

[inkblotoftheday-blog]

Inkblot #141

Instructions: Tell me what you see.

-Enjoy

[foxchante]

Two dark Suicunes running head-first into each other.

[queen-of-hearts92]

A spider.

[pollyannaisms]

A crab, or a fancy looking hairclip

[magicians-fool]

A spider

[asura-the-destructor]

Batman symbol

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[Two ninjas on jetskis suspiciously shaped like winged insects having an unfortunate accident.]

[dr-tsoni]

A Ravager.

[b312-blog]

Necromorphs.

[b312-blog]

Passing through sir.

I’ll be available if you need me Sir. 

[spectrecasca-blog]

If that’s the offer, it would help if I know who you are and what you do. As for myself…Regulus. Spectre.

[b312-blog]

A pleasure Sir.

I am Spartan B312, U.N.S.C. Special Warfare Group Three. My general duties are recon and lone wolf operations should the need be high enough… Sir.

[spectrecasca-blog]

-gives him a bit of a salute, nodding-

And what serves as a name? -moves his hands behind his back, his scarred face impassive-

[b312-blog]

A name...? My team mates called me Six, so... I suppose six would serve as a name sir. - She states impassively, almost mirroring his own expression -

[b312-blog]

Passing through sir.

I’ll be available if you need me Sir. 

[spectrecasca-blog]

If that’s the offer, it would help if I know who you are and what you do. As for myself…Regulus. Spectre.

[b312-blog]

A pleasure Sir.

I am Spartan B312, U.N.S.C. Special Warfare Group Three. My general duties are recon and lone wolf operations should the need be high enough... Sir.

[b312-blog]

Spartan, Spectre

Thessia. Despite it's beautiful architecture, the only thing that seemed to be of any interest to Noble Six was the mere fact that it reminded her of the fall of Reach. Immense machines taking strides across the surface of the world as they hunted down it's occupants in order to turn them into their mindless thralls. Currently Noble Six was heading towards a rally point in order to meet up with the Lieutenant Commander. Through suggestion, Noble Six had been deployed only several clicks off of the actual drop zone in order to properly survey the area with her own eyes. Her steps were light as much as they were swift while she gripped her M45 Tactical Shotgun as she hopped down from a slide of rubble. Her armored boots slid down the smooth surface of a collapsed building face, only to hop onto stable ground.

The rubble however seemed to compliment her overall appearance. From the cracked helmet visor to the smallest scratches and plasma scorches on the sides of her armored boots. She moved swiftly and silently only to duck into a building, disappearing beneath it's grand shadow to avoid any unnecessary fighting. It wasn't long before she was closing in on Ashley's position shortly before she encountered a small scouting party. Several 'Cannibals' and two husks. Immediately they diverted their attention towards the Spartan, closing in on her with a mindless regard spouting out their ruinous voices. A mixture of organic and mechanical. It was unlike anything that the Spartan had ever encountered, but they were able to be killed like anything else in this universe. The Spartan rolled to the right as she ducked under cover for a brief moment to allow her shields to recharge shortly before bursting from behind cover. Her feet carried her across the ground while she took aim and fired. Each blast scored a powerful hit on her enemies, causing them to stagger backwards or fall over.

The shotgun rounds belonging to the M45 were old fashioned but substantially powerful for it's archaic design when compared to the weapons used by the Reapers and the Council. The Spartan continued rushing forward until she was within melee range with one of the cannibals. She jammed the butt of her weapon into the midsection deep enough to allow her to kick the cannibal away, shortly before shooting it until it stopped moving along with the other cannibals. It was the Husks that gave Six the most trouble as they seemed quite fascinated with the Spartan as they rushed forward. The Spartan cracked the first in the side of the head hard enough to collapse the skull while she drove her combat knife into the spinal chord to cease all motor functions. The Husks fell to the ground in a state of ruin while she turned her attention towards her surroundings.

"Lieutenant Commander, I've arrived..."

[spectrecasca-blog]

b312started following you

Anything I can help you with, or just passing through?

[b312-blog]

Passing through sir.

I'll be available if you need me Sir. 

[b312-blog]

Visitation Rights

[arielshepard]

“My conviction is what keeps me strong, it’s what makes me human”

There was something about the way her emotional outburst drained her. She felt more tired than she already was, but she kept those burning eye of hers open. Muscles sore like strained and tight strings upon a violin’s knobs that were threatening to burst and snap.

She reached out to press her palm to a steel wall so she could steady herself. She knew it wasn’t a good idea to stay up so late, wasn’t a good idea to overwork herself. Her crew worried about her health and her safety. They needed a strong Commander and she was just so damn cold and distant.

“Earth is not the only planet that burns, Noble Six,” she said, discrimination still lacing her tired voice, “Every planet in the galaxy is burning, our entire galaxy burns. The Crucible will save everyone, our armies, while destroying the Reapers. It seems impossible, it seems like  along shot, but it’s all we have. I won’t become Cerberus and only save Earth while Thessia and Palaven burns.”

[b312-blog]

That name again. Cerberus. Terrorists by definition and idealists by principle or at least that was what they sounded like until Shepard had told her they held connections with the reapers. She listened to Shepard talk about other planets facing the same predicament time and time again. She had heard the same thing over and over from various species and she continued to show apathy towards every claim made in the war room. She displayed no concern for loss of life for any race. It was like she was hollow within and without. She had proved this before in the war room through various unethical suggestions and insensitive statements towards the battles at hand. She seemed to only care about victory. It was like Six was born for war and war only. She sat motionless and watched Ariel while she was trying to instill some amount of emotion within the younger soldier, only to fail again.

Ariel needed a soldier, and she got just that from Noble Six. Vega was a colorful man, as was Ashley Williams. All of Shepard's crew were far more emotional than Noble Six. Even Javik displayed some amount of hatred towards the Reapers and those who impeded their progress. Six felt nothing. She displayed nothing. She revealed nothing. Her reactions were possibly the biggest mystery that Shepard would have to face in the coming days. Her way of thinking was unknown and complex considering she has displayed physical actions of concern, but never did she voice concern. It was like she believed sympathy was useless. Six knew weakness when she saw it, and she knew a weak body as well.

The Spartan flowed towards the older woman and slide herself under her arm as she begun to walk the older woman towards the stairs. Noble Six's skin was cool to the touch as though to match exactly how pale she was. Her body however was as hard as rock. "Hope is the first step on the road to disappointment, while blind faith is something that only the foolish cling to Commander. The Crucible is the wrong choice regardless of what is going on throughout the galaxy." There was a lack of emotion within Six's voice as she begun to walk Ariel up the stairs, ignoring the fact that speaking with what would technically be her superior officer. "Your words are better used for those who can be moved. I do not need words of encouragement in order to fight a war."

The Spartan then led the older woman into the elevator where the light seemed to cause Six's skin to glow slightly, revealing the various plasma burns and wounds that she had received during her lifetime of war. As the doors slid open, Six continued walking without missing a beat. Her cold steel eyes looked forward while her expression remained secluded within the envelope of Military bearing. She then led Ariel into the mess hall and helped her into a seat, knowing she needed to sit down for the time being while Six stood. Her impenetrable gaze bore into her like powerful drills into the side of a mountain. "I will show my compassion my own way Commander, while you do it your way. Either way, those worlds are already forfeit and the unwillingness to let these worlds go and retreat into a unified force is foolhardy and bad tactics. Emotional attachment is getting in the way of the ability to survive."

"You said it yourself. You don't need to be my friend in order for you to tell me when and where to die." Noble Six stated with a fairly cold tone. "I don't believe Earth or any of these worlds are worth the cost should your crucible fail." Six stated while she took a seat on the table next to Shepard. "If your galaxy is burning, then you must adapt. That is the only option available."

[b312-blog]

Unfortunately I cannot return to the Normandy at this time. I apologize Commander Shepard, for disappearing so suddenly as a request for aid was sent to me personally and I will be on deployment in the war.

Lieutenant Commander, good hunting if you go to war. I apologize if our conversation was cut short and I'm certain your curiosity hasn't died down in the days passed.

Hopefully I'll be returning to the Normandy Soon.

-Noble Six

[b312-blog]

Virgo, Libra.

Virgo.

I will always stand by my decisions in the past and accept that I am seen as a soulless demon to both the Covenant, Council and even my own kind. My morality is simple. Do the right thing no matter the cost, even if it seems wrong. If I had the choice to sacrifice myself so that others will live to see the next day and survive this war I will do so without question. A soldier never seeks praise for their duty, and if it is my duty to die so that others may live then so be it. I am a Spartan, we all make the trip sometime.

Libra.

Jorge's tags. I always hold them in my left hand to remind myself what I lost at Reach, and to remind myself that he was far more human than I ever was and he taught me the value of humility and of the human life. He taught me a greater sense of compassion, so I habit I have is a rather foolish one at best. I hold his tags by my chest just before battle. Before I go to sleep, and when I wake up. I will not forget him, nor will I forget what he did for Noble team and Reach.

I only wish that he were here now...