NightOwl

Hello and welcome to my blog! I like to draw, write and play video games. 20+ I'm an adult. I want to challenge my writing skills to get better, so request a short story if you want! My favorite movie is currently Friday the 13th, I like the horror genre. I also play Destiny 2, Halo, and Vermintide. I will be posting my random stuff. Enjoy.

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Running Up That Hill

I like rewrote this too many times, halp. I am struggling with the grammar help program I use, so next update might take a bit longer, as I need to find a new one.

Halo Reach/Infinite belongs to 343 Industries.

My spartan oc (Avery) belongs to me.

Repost with credit.

Part Two. (Part One)

26. I'm Right Here

Another ripple tore through her body as she clamped her hand to her mouth. Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her and it was all fake. There was no way she could stand. Especially at that spot where she had promised to take her years ago, and Kat would remember her. She kept her memories, so why wouldn’t Kat? Avery buckled, digging her fingers into the tree bark. This was some sort of punishment. 

A hand laid on her back, and she stiffened, swallowing down a gag. If Kat didn’t recognize her now, then everything between them was gone; the promise would be gone. She did not understand why it made her heart twist into a painful knot. It had died. Everything died on Reach. Was she not past this by now? 

It took her a second to realize that the hand was touching her back. The cold metal felt a cold contrast to her sweaty skin. Her mind was in a swirl; she was not sure if she should push Kat away or accept the contact. It did not help that her body was already relaxing, not realizing it was not the Kat they knew. Kat didn’t know her.

“Hey…” Kat slowly removed her hand away from Avery’s forehead when she turned, keeping her other hand firm on her back. “I don’t look that bad, do I? Or do I smell?” 

Her lips quivered in a quick smile. Avery slowly sank to the ground, followed by Kat, hating how weak her knees felt. She could only focus on Kat’s hand. Her heart screamed that it was her. Kat was right there. Alive! “I should say that about me, don’t you… you don’t know me, do you?” 

“I…” Kat studied her for a moment and something told her Avery was familiar, but the fog in her memory covered it up. Something tugged her to the waterfall, but she couldn’t place it. Avery showed up before she could figure it out. “Familiar. I found this waterfall when I woke up,” Kat paused, “I remember getting on the transport. For Reach.”

Everything about her is gone.

“Hey, stay with me.” Kat caught her before she fell forward, moving Avery to lean against her as the spartan wheezed. Avery shook and gasped for air, tears pooling in her eyes. “Take a deep breath,” Kat waited until Avery followed, “hold… and now release. Breath in.”

Avery took another deep breath and wheezed. She shook her head, pushing against Kat. “No! You’re not… You don’t remember me, so why… why are you doing this?!” Even if her legs felt like bricks, she tore herself from her and stumbled away. “You don’t know me.” 

“I can see someone in pain.” Kat reached her hand out, making Avery back up even more. “You need to breathe, okay? We can figure this out, but I need you to stay with me.” Avery didn’t flinch when she reached out her hand again, slowly uncurling from her spot. “Stay with me, Avery.”

“How…” Avery kept her arms tight around herself.

Her heart wouldn’t stop pounding in her chest as Avery remained in her spot. She wasn’t sure why, but it wouldn’t stop her chest. She stretched out her hand. “I don’t know what is going on, or where I am, but that doesn’t change that I’m here.” Avery slowly took her hand, and Kat let out a quiet sigh of relief. “I can’t have you passing out on me, alright?” 

Avery gave a nod, taking a breath; she almost jumped when Fret appeared on her right forearm as a hologram, finally gaining her attention. “Yes! Listen to her, she makes sense.” He turned to face Kat. “I’m Fret, her AI.”

“... I assume you know me.” Kat glanced back to Avery and back at Fret. “Do you have any idea where we are? Or what year is it?” She never thought she would ask that question. 

“Er, this is a Halo Ring- long story- and we’re fighting the Banished now. Do… Do you really want to know the year? It’s 2560.”

Her eyes widened. 2560? That would mean it’s been 8 years since Reach. She and the rest of Noble had been gone for 8 years? It would explain Avery’s reaction, though she was more concerned that Avery hadn’t spoken since Fret came out. “That isn’t… possible.” Kat reached out to her and laid her hand over Avery’s. “Avery-”

“We have to go.” Avery stood up, slipping her hand away from Kat’s. “It isn’t safe here. I’ll take you to the nearby FOB. They will contact HQ and get you back to base.” Her voice sounded unfamiliar than before, more robotic than anything else. Kat noticed the slight tremble in her tone. “All the information will be there.” 

She wondered if Avery remembered what just happened. It seemed like once the helmet came on, Avery acted like a different person. “If you know me, then you know I’m not going there.” Avery picked up her helmet. She gestured around and said, “You can’t do all of this. I have questions, and you have answers.” 

“I have a mission to do. Besides, you…” 

“I what?” 

“You don’t know me.” This could be good in a way. They could start over. She could do better this time and keep her emotions controlled. She wouldn’t be selfish this time. After putting on her helmet, she turned to her. “No memory, so you can start fresh. You’re free, Kat, take this chance.” 

Kat blinked, eye twitching. Was she being serious? “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Are the others with you?” Avery ignored her comment and moved further away from her. She needed to leave, get as far away as possible from her. That feeling again it rose through her body and boiled in her mouth. “The rest of Noble.” 

“I’m not telling you anything until you answer my questions.” Kat stumbled to keep up with her boot hitting a root; she reached for Avery’s hand and grabbed it, pulling her back. She could faintly hear a waterfall, adding more noise to her mind. “That’s your name, right? Avery. Tell me how I know that.” When Avery didn’t respond, she loosened her grip, tone softening. “Please. Just tell me that, at least.” 

“I was your Noble Six replacement.” Avery shook in her hold. “We worked together until we lost. I… you were the first person I told my name to. But it doesn’t matter now. We need to get to the FOB.”

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Running Up That Hill.

This story will be part of a series. The timeline is placed in Halo Infinite with the AU of Noble being revived. I hope you guys enjoy this parts.

Halo Reach/Infinite belongs to 343 Industries.

My spartan oc (Avery) belongs to me.

Repost with credit.

Part One.

12. Running up that Hill.

Apparently, being dead still doesn’t give you a day off. It was still hard to wrap her brain around it; somehow ONI created a tech that brought the deceased to living and brought her back. Something about powerful wills or what not. She was pretty sure she fell asleep during the lecture. She just wanted a vacation.

For 6 months, she filled in the missing role of Master Chief- that didn’t sound right. They quickly put her to use, because she was the only hyper-lethal left. She had been hunting for 3 days and right now; she wished she was anywhere else but here. The forest had so many bushes and branches that whipped her in the face that she almost sliced them away with her plasma sword. Fret told her no.

They needed to be nice to nature, even if it was annoying. Avery slapped another branch away from her, only for it to come back and slap her right back. It did nothing against her spartan armor, but for the irritating flick it did to her visor. Fret reminded her again that nature was not to be destroyed. At least he was safe in her suit, away from all the bugs and mud.

“Excuse me, did I say to volunteer for this?” She assumed if he could, Fret would give her an eye roll. “Nope. I did not. Uh-huh, I don’t like solo work.”

“Not exactly solo if I have you.” Avery paused at a puddle and moved around it. “My little AI buddy.”

“Flattery won’t work on me.”

She bit back a smile. It was odd getting an AI. Considering everything that happened after her death; she assumed they would lock AIs down. In the beginning, she wanted to hate AIs and get frustrated at Chief’s decision on trying to save Cortana. Noble team died for that AI, only for her to betray everyone at the end. That was, until she got paired with Fret.

“I might just grapple across the abyss. It would be faster.”

Fret gulped at the memory. “Absolutely not! I would like to live. Thank you very much.”

“Which is why we’re taking the trail. This is sneakier.”

“Good- I’ve got lifeforms up ahead.” Avery jerked her head up, trying to peer past the branches, hand going to her hip. “They’re friendly…? Spartan- it’s a spartan signal. Why would Spartans be up here? This area is in a restricted zone.”

“Rogue or just breaking the rules.” She started forward again, eyes narrowing. “You got anything else?”

“I, wait! I’m getting something. A signal is being sent out, the ID is 320 from Spartan III Beta,” her heart stopped in her chest, “uh, Catherine. Noble Two… oh, oh no.” Fret erased it away from her visor. “I… it’s- it couldn’t be her.”

Avery hated how hope still curled around her heart, or how badly she wanted to see Kat again. It would not happen. ONI told her and Jun the same thing. They couldn’t bring back the other members of Noble. They didn’t have enough resources or time. She was trying to accept it, move past it. It was hard to move on if she kept on getting slapped with Noble related things.

It had to be some rookie doing a badly thought out prank. Yeah, that’s the reason there is Noble Two standing in a clearing, right by a… Avery stilled, curling up her fist. Noble Two stood right by a waterfall; they updated the armor like hers, so it had to be someone else, even if their right arm was a prosthetic. This was a prank.

She ignored Fret’s protest on remaining hidden and marched out of the forest. “Hey rookie, why the hell are you all the way over here?” The spartan jumped at her yell, visor meeting visor. “Well?” She drummed her fingers against her arm. “I’m waiting for a good excuse.”

“... excuse?” The spartan echoed.

It had to be a prank; it had to. They even got the voice right. Avery let out a scoff, a swirl of anger and wishing filling her chest. “Look, I get it, okay? The armor makes you feel strong, but doing all of this?” She gestured around her. “It’s not a funny joke. Noble Two was a real person, and this is just mocking her.”

“I am Noble Two… and was?” Noble Two took off her helmet and Avery didn’t know whether to yank her into a hug or throw up. “I’m clearly alive, so I don’t appreciate you acting like I am dead.” Kat tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “Do I know you?”

“You… you don’t know me?”

“Should I?”

Her heart dropped. Though she made her choice, the vile rose her throat, and she ran back into the forest, tearing off her helmet. She didn’t know what was happening, or why Kat was here. She was dead. ONI said it wasn’t possible- or it would’ve been one of their multiple lies.

Avery pressed her hand to her mouth, willing for the vile to go back down. She had more things to worry about at the moment.

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Short Story: Snow

I'm hoping to do a December writing challenge, since I'm on break for college, I should have more free time now.

Halo Reach belongs to 343 Industries.

My spartan oc (Avery) belongs to me.

Repost with credit.

1. Snow

Cold, and though she may enjoy winter, she didn’t enjoy it while working. She hated trekking through the snow to enemy bases, only to get snow underneath her suit because it was snow. It didn’t matter if it had a tight seal; water still seeped through. Avery flexed her fingers and brushed away the snow forming on her armor.

“How are you doing, Six?” Kat remained at the window, watching outside. Right. They were at a broken down farmhouse waiting for orders from HQ, and of course, they had to wait while it was snowing outside. “Not used to the cold?”

“I like the snow.” Avery rubbed her arms. “I hate working in the snow. There’s a difference. I’m wet and cold.” She pouted at Kat’s snicker, crossing her arms. “You can use my name, you know, we’re alone.”

“So you prefer to be called Avery.” Kat turned to her, enjoying the flustered sputter that came from her, and motioned her over. “Why tell me?”

Avery tilted her head as she came closer. “Tell you what?”

“Tell me your name, your family… I thought Jorge would be the first one. Why me instead?”

“You were the one in my files.”

Kat let out a snort and leaned up, reaching out to tug Avery closer. “Carter has access to them, even the inked out ones. You could’ve told him.” 

“I could’ve.” Avery slightly frowned. “Do you not want to be told?”

“No! That’s not… that’s not what I’m saying.”

“I’m surprised too.” Avery took Kat’s hand, enjoying the warmth radiating from her. “I hadn’t planned on telling anyone at first, then I did plan for Jorge to know, but stuff happened.” She smiled at the memory. “I was crying on the roof when you found me, and… you let me cry. You didn’t tell me to stop or explain myself. You were just there.”

It surprised her, seeing Avery without the helmet and crying. Kat couldn’t remember the reason, just letting her get it out and then making sure Avery went to bed. “I didn’t expect to find you there. Would you ever tell me why?”

Avery softly chuckled. A small smile appeared before disappearing. “That’s something I rather keep a secret.” It was too early to tell. “Maybe after Reach. You take me out on a nice dinner, then maybe I’ll tell you.”

“Bribing me, Noble Six?” Kat flicked her visor. “I might have to call you princess with all these demands.” She wished Avery didn’t have her helmet on. It would be easier knowing if she flustered her or not. “What if I took you out for dinner later? Somewhere nice and warm, though, you would probably order an iced drink.”

“Hey.” Avery took a step back, feeling her hand get cold after letting out; Kat felt a little disappointed as Six scooted back, and to her surprise, Avery slipped her helmet off. Revealing her slightly red face and pout. “Hot drinks are still gross even in snow.”

“Alright.” Kat glanced down when Avery held up her hand. What did she want? She placed her hand on Avery’s. “Where would you want to go?”

Avery let out a hum and scooted closer. “There’s a moa burger place in New Alexandria.” Her face became serious. She moved to cup Kat’s cheeks. “This means you can’t die on me, Kat. You’re too important… Do you understand that?”

“Spartan III’ fate may to be disposable, but together, nothing can stop us.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

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Short Story: Rest

What if I told you were my dream?

Halo Reach belongs to 343 Industries.

My spartan oc (Avery) belongs to me.

Repost with credit.

17. Rest

Another explosion had her flinching in her spot. She should know this by now. Ships flying through the sky, the ground shaking with fighting. She’s slept during missions before, so what’s the difference now? She had to rest because she was a Spartan. Avery had to remain focused.

Avery squeezed herself tighter and narrowed her eyes at the dark sky. It was her favorite time. The sky was a dark blue; the moon shines down, barely any clouds cover space, as the stars illuminate across the world. Now the Covenant carriers and UNSC ships covered the sky. Nothing could shine down.

She almost jumped when a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, the person taking a seat beside her. “You’re supposed to be resting.” Kat moved her hand to hold Avery’s. It felt like yesterday they were sitting at the base, watching the night sky together. “Your watch is coming up soon. Can’t have you falling asleep on the job.”

“I…” Avery wished she could think of some retort back. Something to make her laugh… even if it was for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

“How many times will you apologize?” She winced at Kat’s tone. Despite it being quiet and not angry, it was tired. They were all tired, from the war, from fighting. Here she was, moping in her guilt. “Jorge did what he did to protect everyone. He wouldn’t have… let anyone take his place.”

“I know… Kat, I…” It was hard to talk. She focused on how warm Kat’s hand was. She was here, on Reach; it was so empty in space, cold and alone. She glanced up when her hand got squeezed.

Kat leaned forward, resting their foreheads together. “Sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s your turn.” She ran her thumb over Avery’s knuckles. “You look like you’re about to fall over.”

“I’d rather be awake with you.” 

“I will be here.” Avery wanted it to be true, but with war, anything could happen. She didn’t- she couldn’t handle another loss. “We need- I need you at full strength. Can’t have you dying because you were tired.”

Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, taking in how warm Kat was. “Too many people count on us. I can’t let anyone else die. Not anymore.” Her brothers, Jorge, wouldn’t die for nothing. Avery ignored the cold when Kat leaned back. “I promise.”

“And you?” Kat hovered her hand over Avery’s heart. She couldn’t feel much beside the gentle rise of her breathing. “Playing hero is going to get you killed eventually.” Did she have a choice? Avery didn’t know if she would ever be free to live, and wasn’t humanity counting on her to protect them? “Do you have a dream?”

“There is…” She had one, one that she buried deep inside. “I would love to see a waterfall. I heard they are so loud, but pretty and deadly if you jump off of one.”

“I hope the first thing you were going to do wasn’t to jump off a waterfall.” Kat let out a sigh at her silence. Of course, Avery wanted to do something as stupid and dangerous as that. She could see it now; Avery getting soaked cause she wanted to get close, climbing the rocks. “After we save the planet, we’re going to take a vacation and I’ll take you to one. Just as you remember to take me on that date.”

Avery didn’t deny that it sounded nice. “Kat, you- I didn’t think you remembered.” She asked when everything seemed hopeful; drunk with happiness and peace. Even with being launched into space to that cruiser, all she could think about was Noble Two. She wanted to survive to get back to her. She had forgotten the shadow following her. Death was always behind her, taking anything good away, reminding her what she was.

“Were you hoping I didn’t?”

“No! I didn’t… mean it like that.” Avery focused her gaze on the window. “It’s a nice thought, but I don’t think I could leave.”

“What do you mean?”

“You think ONI would let their Grim Reaper go like that? They will follow me no matter where I go.”

Kat wished Avery would look at her and not outside. She moved her hand back up, pressing it to Avery’s cheek. “It doesn’t matter what they think. They have no control over you. You’re part of Noble.” It didn’t go unnoticed when Avery flinched. Kat pulled her back and tilted her head up. “We’ll figure out a way to get you there and never have to worry about them again. I will show you a waterfall. No matter what happens, I will keep that promise to you. I’m not leaving.” 

Avery sucked in a breath. She laid her hands on Kat’s shoulders and leaned forward, pulling away just as their lips brushed together. “You can’t die until then, okay? I’m holding you to that promise.” 

“We both won’t die until then.” Kat pulled Avery back. The world fading to the background, just until they had to go back.

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Short Story: Ring

A ring. What does it symbolize? A tie to love, or is it just a piece of metal?

Roza wants Avery to take a chance while Avery's fear keeps her from it. Should she take the chance?

Halo Reach belongs to 343 Industries.

My spartan oc (Avery, Roza) belongs to me.

Repost with credit.

17. Ring

The box felt heavy in her hands despite it being so small. Avery ran her thumb over the top of it, it was smooth and worn. She remembered when Erick had got it; it was new and shiny; he was so excited to give it to Roza, he practically bounced off the walls. The engraving said Rose with a feather and rose, 8.08. The day they met. 

“Erick was always the romantic type.” Roza let out a low hum, a faint smile reaching her lips, though her eyes were glossy. “I bet he didn’t stop talking about it.”

“Never.” Avery shook her head, trying not to catch her eyes. It was always painful to talk to Roza; she hated the sad look, hated what Erick’s death took away. “He was… so proud of it… saved all his money and used it all up on it.” 

“Of course, of course he did.” Roza took the box from her and opened it, another sigh leaving her at the sight of the ring. It was basic. Simple and plain and she wouldn’t have it any other way; silver bands that wrapped around each other. “He said he would get a better one… something more pretty. I said I loved it the way it is.” 

“He was worried that it was too plain.” Avery remembered Erick pacing around in their shared bunker. He drove Aaron slightly insane with his worry. It was a… bittersweet memory, something to make her smile and cry. “I told him you would’ve accepted a ring pop if it meant you could marry him.” 

Roza laughed, rubbing her one eye. “Erick. I loved that dork.” Though she didn’t aim to be malicious, Avery winced. She hated how her failure caused this. If she had been faster, more focused than Erick would’ve… he would’ve been alive. Right? “Avery.” 

Avery glanced over at her. “Roza?”

“Erick would’ve wanted you to have this.” Avery tried to protest as Roza passed the ring box back; Roza shook her head and pushed it to her. “I… I can’t ever wear it… it’s a painful reminder to me of him. But if I know you have it, then I can rest easy. I know it’s in good hands and will bond a new love.” She took a step back. “Erick wanted you to have a life like ours, filled with friends, family and… love.”

“Roza, you and Erick shared a rare thing. Spartans don’t have time for love. I-I don’t think I can love like that.” 

“I may not be like your brothers, but I can read you.” Her gaze softened. It had been so long since she saw Avery happy, or had others to rely on (that she was open with). “What was her name again? Catherine-” 

“Roza!” Avery gave her a frown, a red hue flushing her cheeks. “She is my teammate. It’s inappropriate and never going to happen.” Had she been this obvious- if so, then who else knew? “Noble Two is someone I trust to have my back.” A Spartan life- no- her life wouldn’t allow her to have something that precious. “And even if… if I wanted it, it couldn’t happen. We’re at war.” 

“It would disappoint Aaron hearing you say that.” Roza crossed her arms, her lips pursed. “They wanted you to live your life. They died hoping you would continue to live. How would Aaron and Erick react to seeing you now?” 

It snapped something inside her. It would disappoint Aaron and Erick in her, her life now. She knew she was still keeping herself locked up in fear of losing it all; she was terrified of losing her friendships from either her superiors or death. Her brothers died in a flash. What’s saying that couldn’t happen to Noble? 

“They would say why I wasn’t living and just surviving! You know that, and you know I can’t!” Avery grabbed her helmet from the table, trying to blink away the heat. “If anyone found out, they would shut it down! They would limit what debriefing she gets because of what I’m from. How could I do that to her? Just because I wanted it?!” 

“That’s it? You’re going to make that decision just because you fear the future?” Roza stood in front of her before Avery could make it to the door. “You don’t even know how she feels. Avery, you don’t get to run away when it’s difficult.”

“I’m not running!” 

“Yes, you are!” 

The door opened, making the two turn towards the light. “Is everything alright in here?” 

Avery didn’t answer and put her helmet back on, head turned away. Roza shook her head and went back to her desk. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Avery…”

She didn’t want to answer Kat, digging her teeth into her lip. 

“Walk with me-” The alarm went off before Kat finished, red flickering in the hallway. A moment went by- it felt longer than that- before Kat took a step back and Avery followed her. Her mind raced. Half of her was screaming to get it over with and the other said to be reasonable. There wasn’t time. She moved without thinking, tugging on Kat’s hand.    

“I’ll tell you once the mission is over.” Avery felt a tremble go through her body. Why was this so much harder than going against her enemies? “If it’s okay-” 

“Only if you don’t disappear like last time.” Kat pulled her forward with a hum. “I rather not climb the roof again.”

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Short Story: Rough Cut

Heyyy, I'm back. I'm not too sure how this turned out as I'm quickly posting it before I have to work.

Halo Reach belongs 343 Industries.

My spartan oc (Avery) belongs to me.

Repost with credit.

21. Rough Cut

Her back met the ground below, Avery let out a cough, her vision blurring as elites continued to come forward. The two closest raised their energy swords, a victory yell coming from them. Avery tried to raise her hand, but it felt numb, refusing to move. Was this how she was going to die? She didn’t want to die- not like this… not like this. 

Whether her vision was blurred from the tears, or the amount of blood loss, she tried to keep focus. Avery tried to keep focus on the first elite, but the red armor faded away until everything became black. The pain slowly disappeared and she could feel her fingertips again. Her eyes could open again. 

Blue eyes filled her vision; the faint sound of movement outside of the room hummed in her ears, she could feel a blanket covering her body, and a hand on her cheek. The room was dark, small with random things piled in the corners. Their mattress was pushed to the wall. Avery felt her throat dry, eyes widening.

The thumb brushed under her eye. Avery bit back a sob and gripped the hand, pressing it to her cheek. Warmth, she felt warm and safe. A forehead gently leaned against hers.

“You did good, Avery.” The tears only seemed to fall harder at Kat’s voice. “It’s okay.”

“I-I wanted to see you so badly! I’m so- I’m so sorry.” Avery cupped Kat’s face, warmth- her skin was warm. She was here. Kat brushed away her tears- she was here. “It happened so fast and I-”

“There was nothing that could be done.” Kat gave her a small smile, something glowed in her eyes. “You can still fight on, live your life. Don’t give up.” She pressed her hand against Avery’s cheek. “Hey… hey, Avery-”

Avery went back to hold Kat’s hand; her heart thrummed inside her chest, Kat’s hand was slowly getting colder. “No! I don’t want to live, not without you. I can’t!” It was getting hard to focus, the room blurring, and it was getting harder to see Kat. The blue is fading into gray. “Kat, I love you! I have for a while, but I was too much of a coward to tell you. So, don’t go! How am I supposed to live without you?! Who’s-”

Then she was back on the ground with an energy sword in front of her face.

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Short Story: But you said

It's been too long since I posted, I'm working on a couple of short stories now. Both Destiny and Halo (my little brother is playing Destiny currently so I'm back).

This a death swap au (if it's really an au when it's for this story???) where Jorge and Six switch.

For that mission I legit looked it up cause I thought I did something wrong, nope, it was suppose to happen. And my brother told me canon, Six and Jorge are the only ones left

Halo belongs to 434 Industries.

My spartan oc (Avery) belongs to me.

Repost with credit.

1. But you said...

This had to work. Avery gazed up at the sabre; still attached to the rocket, towering over the window and disappeared past view. She clenched her fists to her side. There was no doubt in her mind that Kat's plan would work. They always do. Avery only feared of failing her part. She didn’t want to let Noble down; the lives counting on her… and Kat. 

Avery glanced over to Two. She looked back at Carter and Jorge, the two quietly talking to each other, and walked over to Kat. Kat had stayed silent once they reached the area. Avery laid her hand on Kat’s arm, curling her fingers to tug at her. “Hey, what’s up?” 

“I’m fine, if that’s what you’re asking.” Kat kept her visor angled at the sabre. “This plan needs to work.” 

“And it will. You made it.” Avery hesitated, moving her hand down to hold Kat’s. “I promise I’ll bring him back.” 

Kat squeezed back, letting out a sigh. “And you?”

Avery reached up to her chest-piece, fishing for something in the hidden pocket; careful to not snag it, she pulled out a necklace. It was silver with a rectangle attached, saying ‘My Story Is Not Over Yet’. She took Kat’s hand and placed it on her palm, closing her fingers over the necklace.

“Avery-”

“I want this back.” Avery cupped her hands around Kat’s. “This necklace is very important to me, so take care of it until I return.” She leaned forward, lightly bumping her helmet against Kat’s. “Keep this and I will always come back to you.”

“Don’t make a promise with something you can’t truly promise.” Closing her eyes for a moment, she listened to the steady beep of Avery’s armor. Kat tucked the necklace away and looked back at Avery. “With war, anything could happen.” 

“If that’s the case, then I should ask you something before I go.”

Kat didn’t like the unease that came up with it; there was a part of her that wanted to keep Avery here. This felt like a goodbye. “Oh?” 

“After this entire mess,” Avery took her hand again, “when we win Reach back, I want to take you on a date. Somewhere nice and not filled with fighting.” 

“Sounds… mundane. I’m looking forward to it.”

“The timer’s fried. I have to set it manually.” 

Avery focused back on Jorge; her heart dropping in her stomach. It only meant one of them had to stay. She wanted to say it’s unfair, but it would be useless. This was war. Anything can happen. “I’m not letting you do that.”

Jorge gripped her shoulder. “I’ve lived a good life. Avery, Reach has been good to me.” He pushed her back, heading towards the docking exit. “It’s been a good run, with Noble and all. I’m ready.” 

“You’re the rock of Noble. If you die… then how are we going? How am I going to face them?” Avery slapped his hand away. “We both have things to leave for, but I’m not letting anymore people die for me.” Her hand hovered over her magnum; Avery felt a wave of nausea crawl in her stomach. There would not be a happy way to this, right? “Tell Kat I’m sorry, I need a raincheck on date.”

The silence poked at her ears, a slight ringing coming in the background. Avery took a breath and unhooked her magnum from her hostel. She didn’t want to die- not like this at least; the two promises she made echoed in her mind. It was her or him. She knew what she had to choose. Even if she wished that somehow, there would be some miracle that they could both live. 

“Avery…” Jorge sounded hurt, his visor pointed at her. “You have something waiting for you to get back. You don’t want to keep her waiting. I’ve lived a good life. I had my share of it. It’s your turn, alright?” He took a step forward. “Tell Kate that yourself, but without the raincheck.” 

“I know what I have waiting for me!” Avery felt her eyes burn. Why was this so hard? “I know, okay? Shit, I-I don’t want to hurt her, Noble, you, like this, but we’re out of options, Jorge. You’re the rock of Noble, with you dead. Who’s going to help Carter stay sane?” She cracked a smile, a broken chuckle leaving her. “We need someone who’s normal. Tell Noble, I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’m sorry, but I'm going to let another person die for me again. My brothers did it, now it’s my turn. Tell them, Noble is the best thing that happened to me. It was my home.”

“Tell them yourself- I’m not letting you make that decision.” 

Was this real? Kat blinked, trying to focus back on her task at hand; trying to get a secure link to Command They were currently stuck in New Alexandria, in one of the nearby skyscrapers, helping the last of the citizens escape the Covenant’s attack. She blinked and realized her hand was slightly outstretched. The silence reminded her no one was there- it was always going to be empty. 

It had been around six days since it alerted her to the red code in Avery’s suit. Though it was unlikely Six was still alive, Kat pushed it away, a hope blooming when she could reach Jorge. It had been three days since Jorge told them of the news; Avery kicked him out of the ship so she could detonate the bomb instead. The silence felt loud now. 

At times, she found herself waiting for Avery’s voice to come through the com link, to tease her when she gets distracted or some flirty- smug- comment that she didn’t know Avery could do.

“Kat.” Seeing Carter standing behind was a surprise. She hadn’t even heard him walk up. Kat kept her gaze on the terminal. “How’s the link coming?” The commander was stiff, almost hesitating; it had been tense in a way. Since the news of Avery came in, it felt like they were walking on eggshells around her. 

“I’m not breakable, commander. I’m fine.” Kat frowned as a spark flashed up. “Just need some time. Plasma damage isn’t exactly a match with technology.”

“Jorge is coming in a few… Kat-”

“I’m fine.” 

Carter didn’t look like he believed her- the elevator dinged, gaining their attention- he gave a glance before moving towards the doors. The door opened and Jorge stepped in. It caked his armor in grime, new dents formed in various places, and he was quiet. The silence carried the last message. He came alone, Avery was gone, and she wasn’t coming back. 

“Sir.”

“It’s good to see you back, Jorge.” Carter squeezed his shoulder and stepped back. “For the meantime, rest up. Command will have us back on our feet shortly.” 

“I’m sorry I came alone.” Jorge tugged out a tag. Though it was small, it felt heavy in his hand; the dog-tag was split in half, missing the last name and part of the numbers. Avery 312. The chain came with two more tags, Aaron Walker 313 and Erick Lime 315. “She wanted me to tell Noble we were her family. She’s sorry for how things went.” 

“Avery will be missed. We won’t forget her.” 

Jorge turned to Kat, holding out the tags. It took Kat back and looked up at him. He gave a nod with a look in his eyes, hurt. “She wanted to tell you she’s sorry. She’s going to need a raincheck on that date.” 

“... doesn’t she know it’s rude to make me wait?” Kat slowly took the tags, lightly brushing her thumb over the Avery lettering, almost afraid it would crack at a single touch. The necklace burned around her neck, reminding her of the bitter taste of a broken promise. 

“Kat… I’m sorry, I couldn’t… stop her.”

“It’s not your fault. This was my op. I sent you two there.” Kat tucked the tags away, turning back to the terminal.

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Short Story: Throw Pillow

Guess who got back into Destiny? I got my brother to play it now so I'm helping him level up.

It's fun writing about Alex again.

Destiny belongs to Bungie.

My guardian oc (Alex Ridley) belongs to me.

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26. Throw Pillow 

The hunter fell face down on the couch with a groan. Alex had been camping in Eclipse’s apartment, she didn’t want to face the world currently, not when she left the Exo Stranger like that. She didn’t want to explain why. It was childish- she was jealous and she hated it. Alex wanted to be happy for her. 

Alex grabbed the pillow and buried her face in it. Why was she even jealous? That warlock obviously didn’t know about their relationship- even if he was a little handsy- she shook her head. No! And Elsie can take care of herself perfectly fine, she didn’t need someone always protecting her.

“Do you know how long I’ve been searching for you?” The sharp tone cut through her thoughts. “To find you in your brother’s house, laying around… I’ve been worried, Alex!” 

“Stranger?” Alex squeaked out, shooting up from her spot. The exo stood behind the couch, leaning over her, gaze narrowed. “How- how did you get in here?” Shit. Alex squirmed at the glowing optics. 

“Eclipse said you might be in here and I remember you saying he always leaves the window unlocked.” The Exo Stranger leaned back with her arms crossed. “Are you going to try and explain yourself?” 

Alex felt her face burn. It was really a stupid reason, now she felt stupid. “Um, well I-I…” She tried to move the pillow to cover her face, for it to be grabbed away by Elsie. “I, uh, I got jealous.” The hunter glanced down. “I didn’t like it, feeling jealous…” She rubbed her neck, nervously letting out a chuckle. “It happened with that warlock and I just… when I realized…” 

“And you just cut off any contact?” Elsie moved to sit by her; Alex sat up, curling her legs to her chest. “I thought something happened to you, Alex. You were acting odd, you drank orange fruit flavored soda. Don’t make me worry like that again, alright? Talk to me next time.” 

“I didn’t think drinking orange soda was a worry flag.” 

“Miss I won’t even touch mangos, drinking a mango soda?” The Exo Stranger nudged her. “What else is bothering you?” Elsie took Alex’s hand, bringing it to her lap; thumb brushing against her knuckles.

Alex flushed. “I didn’t think I was that easy to read.” The hunter squeezed their hands and guessed her face was still red. This felt more embarrassing than admitting she was jealous. “I know we said to wait until everything was over, but uh, there is something I think I should tell you.” 

“I’m listening.”

“I will wait until you’re ready, I promise. It’s uh, how do I explain this…” Alex brought their hands back to her. “My feelings for you grow everyday, it sometimes overwhelms me at times. I want to kiss you, hug you, just be near you. I want to know if you’re okay with me saying it.”

“Say… say what?” She knew deep down what Alex wanted to say. Her cheeks glowed white, Elsie felt her cooling system wasn’t working correctly, feeling warm at Alex’s words. 

Alex brought the exo’s hand up, kissing her palm. “I’m in love with you, Elizabeth.”

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Short Story: Do you have to follow me?

It's my birthday! I'm kinda excited, I had planned to write something with a birthday but here is some angst, the birthday will come tomorrow.

There's more to this story, but with school and family reunion stuff, I'm really tired. I will prob finish it tmr

Halo Reach belongs to 343 Industries.

My Spartan oc (Avery) belongs to me.

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17. Do you have to follow me?

              Like now, Six reacted only by the slight tilt of her head and nothing more. Kat also couldn’t understand why her vocalizer was changed, what was the spartan hiding? “Carter ordered us to stick together, as your partner for this mission, I will protect you.”

“The signal is in the building, southeast, leaning towards south.” 

Kat almost jumped at the robotic sounding voice, head jerking up; Six was right, the signal was coming from the abandoned building in front of them. She frowned as the spartan slipped past her, walking straight towards it, so much for listening. Didn’t Holland say she followed orders without trouble? She let out another huff and hurried past Six. “Follow behind, I have the front.”

If Six protested, Kat ignored it, reaching to open the door. Her hand gripped the knob; Arms wrapped around her and pulled her back. Kat yanked herself away. “What do you think-!” She never got to finish, Six shoving her to the side as the door opened. A loud boom echoed across the field, followed by a bright flash. Kat let out a groan as she was knocked back onto the ground. Different warnings flashed in her visor.

“Noble Two, Six, what was that?” Carter’s voice broke through the static. “We heard an explosion near your location.”

“Right in front of us…” Kat pushed herself to her knees, eyeing the exploded building. “It seems to be a trap; the bomb was set to go off when we opened the door. Six was… was…” Where was Six? She scrambled up, wincing at the growing ache of her muscles, trying to find the spartan. “She pulled me away before it exploded, but I, she…” The words tasted disgusted on her tongue, there was no way Six could’ve gotten hit. “She pushed me away before it exploded.”

“Noble Four and Three are heading to your location now. Where is Six? Are there any injuries?”

“I can’t find her.” Kat kept scanning the debris; Six had bright red highlights to her armor, how was she blending in? “I don’t have anything serious, but I can’t say for Six. I can’t find her.”

“Don’t panic, we’re on our way. Four and Three should be arriving soon.”

“I said NO!”

Kat perked up at the yell, her heart gave a thud against her ear as she ran closer to it; Her shoulders dropped for a moment, seeing Six with Emile and Jun. Then it hit her like a brick, the bright red wasn’t her paint, it was blood. It splattered against the wall behind Six and covered her armor. She couldn’t breathe, there was so much blood.

“Get off!” Six hacked out, “I said to find Two first, my injuries aren’t of concern.”

              “You have something sticking out of your stomach.” Jun said with a hint of annoyance. “Let’s get you to safety, Carter said-.”  

              “And I said-!” Six doubled over, her body shaking as she coughed; Kat guessed that if Emile wasn’t holding her, she would be back on the ground. “My life is not of importance, ONI can suck-” Six let out another cough “can suck it. Two is more important. Find her, and I will get medical treatment. Not until we find her.”

              “You’re an idiot.”

              Emile glanced up. “Looks like you’re liked by our new Six.”

              Kat shook her head, the closer she neared Six, the more her hands trembled. Her mind pounded in her head; Why did Six take the blow? There wasn’t a reason, they both didn’t like each other, and she knew Six knows her suspicion. Not to mention with her poking at the Spartan’s files, it would’ve been better for her to take the bomb.

              “Six.” Kat’s mouth felt dry, there was so much blood. “Six, you need medical attention. You’re hurt.”

              “Find Two.” Six hissed out, her head jerking up to look at Kat, falling back down with a groan of pain. “I pushed her away, I didn’t know where she went. I lost her.” Her voice broke off as it cracked and Six shook, slowly collapsing down.

              “And you found me.” Kat kneeled, taking Six to lean on her instead of Emile. “I found you.” Six flopped her hand over until it hit Kat’s visor. “But you need medical attention, okay? Carter called a Falcon. We just need to wait for it to arrive.”

              “Hurt?”

              “No…” Kat glanced over at Jun and Emile. “No, you protected me.” The world spun as Six slumped further in her hold. “Six, you need to stay awake. Okay?” She didn’t like the silence, even though it was usual for the spartan to stay quiet. Kat motioned at the two. “Help me get her to a safe place, we need her helmet off to make sure she stays awake.”

              Jun joined her on the ground. “Her ribs are most likely broken; I don’t know if any other bone is broken.” He moved down, if he was affected about the damage down to her armor, he didn’t show it. Six let out a groan as they hoisted her up, moving over to a more secluded area. Emile stayed behind, watching their backs. “Evac is 10 minutes away.”

              “10?” Kat asked, her tone not masking the frustration. “Where’s Carter and Jorge?”

              “Don’t know. He said they were enroute to us.”

              Kat didn’t reply; She sat down and reached for Six’s helmet, trying not to focus on the large crack on her visor. Six's hand caught hers. She almost jumped, even like this, Six still wanted to hide her face? “I have to take your helmet off, I can’t… I can’t tell if you’re awake or not. It’s important that you stay awake.”

              “I can stay awake.” Six let her hands fall despite her comment.

              Not wasting time, Kat took slid it off; Six’s face was sweaty and smeared in blood. Ocean blue eyes flickered up to hers. Ocean. They were bright, focused, staring right at her. Kat took a moment, reaching up to brush away the hair sticking to her forehead, her hand stopping at Six’s cheek. Six nuzzled her palm, or the best she could do without moving much.

              Kat didn’t think she would find Six to be so human. The pain lingering in her eyes, the blood on her skin, it was red. All of it was human. She took her palm away and turned back to Jun and Emile. “Are there any med packs?” Six shifted behind her. “Anything to stop the bleeding.” A small med-pack was dropped on her lap; Kat turned back to Six, she gave a smile, revealing her blood-stained teeth. “That works.”

              “Habits from being solo.” Six’s eyes started to flutter, and Kat fumbled with trying to open it. Why was it so difficult? “‘M tired.”

              “You need to keep your eyes open- you have no bio-foams?”

              “Nah, don’t need them.”

              Kat was close to flicking Six for being stupid, even a little bit could’ve stopped some bleeding, and it wouldn’t be difficult to get into the suit. “I’ll need something to apply pressure, a blanket or rag, it doesn’t matter.” She glanced behind her shoulder. “Now.”

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Short Story: Sometimes

Sometimes: occasionally, rather than all of the time.

Halo Reach belongs to 343 Industries.

My spartan oc (Avery) belongs to me.

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8. Sometimes

Sometimes Avery would imagine a life if she wasn’t a spartan. If she wasn’t fighting enemies of humanity, if she didn’t have blood on her hands, or had multiple lives, she took without question. She followed orders and didn’t ask why. She didn't have to. Avery was free from being part of the program; living a normal life with everyone else, there wasn’t a war going on. 

Sometimes there was a feeling inside her, making her heart thud painfully against her chest. It threatened to break free. Avery would observe different fire-teams work together, how they interacted with each other; usually this would cause the feeling to surface, making her retreat to her room. She would sit and stare at the wall. It confused her why she felt that, a poking feeling inside her ribs. 

Sometimes Avery would do anything to make someone proud of her; she wanted to be told they were proud of her. She wanted someone to pat her shoulder, tell her she did a good job. There was a hunger for it, it lurked inside her mind, reminding her she needed to prefect. A failure couldn’t happen.

Sometimes it reminded of how alone she was. Avery never noticed the missing gap with her brothers. Aaron and Erick always were there. They blocked everything out she didn’t want to remember. She ruined that good, failing them; she failed, letting them die under her watch. It was the last time she let herself relax. Avery didn’t want to remember Roza’s face upon the news. Roza fell to the ground with a loud cry. Sobbing for Erick, she questioned how Avery survived. She wondered about that, too. 

Sometimes Avery felt tired. 

Sometimes Avery would watch Noble. How long would they let her be Noble Six? She didn’t know, but she wanted to stay. The Grim Reaper title weighed on her with every moment spent on Reach. She would even give up on being HYPER-LETHAL to stay. Avery felt confused by Noble. The feeling still surfaced, yet happiness bubbled inside her. Hope. Hope that eventually the war would end, that she wouldn’t be alone anymore. 

Maybe she would tell them, sometime.

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Short Story: Panic

This is one is a bit long.

Halo Reach belongs to 343 Industries.

My spartan oc (Avery) belongs to me.

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2. Panic

It should be easy; it was just an elevator, a machine that traveled through the building’s levels, easy enough. Yep, there isn’t a reason to fear them. Avery took a deep breath and walked in, followed behind by them. She leaned against the wall, scooting away from the others. Don’t show. It would be a sign of weakness. Avery almost flinched as the elevator jerked before rising‌. She bit her lip and gripped the railing on the wall. They could have taken the stairs.

Her heart thudded against her chest. She was almost worried they could hear it from outside. Avery took another deep breath and sneaked a glance over at the screen. Floor 3. Her shoulders fell, almost there, just 2 more floors to go. Then it let out a loud groan and it shook. It felt like it would fall. Before dropping; it stopped after a minute with a screech. Avery stumbled, her hands squeezing the railing. 

Jorge stumbled beside her, letting out a huff of surprise. “Are you alright?” She kept her jaw locked; she would not reveal her irrational fear of elevators, it would be embarrassing. His hand rose‌, but he let it fall on the railing instead. “Six?” Why wouldn’t she be fine? It wasn’t like the elevator just stopped in the middle of the floors, making it impossible for anyone to wiggle out the door, and it was highly doubtful anyone else would come for them soon. 

“I’m fine.” Avery forced out, praying her voice was steady. 

“Are you sure?” Jun gestured at her. She blinked until she looked down. Her hands dented the chrome railing. “It looks like you’re going to break that railing.” 

Avery quickly let go with a cough. “I’m fine.” She wanted to hide in a corner, pretending she wasn’t in an elevator- terrified it would fall- with her new team, who just saw her bend the railing. This wasn't what she wanted. “Why did it stop?” 

“Probably glitched wiring.” Kat peeled off the control panel, studying the mess of colorful wires and things Avery didn’t know the names of. “Let me see if I can fix it.” Avery hoped she could. 

This was taking too long. Avery caught herself too many times tapping at the railing, realizing the sound was her. She flushed and held her hands behind her back, repeating this for a couple more minutes. The one thing she hoped‌ no one noticed. She glanced over at Jorge, who was talking with Jun and Emile. How could they stay calm? Being stuck in an elevator shouldn’t be a big deal.

She knew that, hating how her heart still pounded in her chest. There was nothing to worry about. Avery looked over at Kat. Noble Two was still poking at the wiring, pausing when Carter peered over her shoulder, probably telling him he was in her light. She leaned back, closing her eyes. It would be okay- 

The feeling of falling filled her stomach, and she realized the elevator was shooting downwards- down. Avery grabbed back onto the railing, holding tight enough where she didn’t jerk when it stopped again. This time, the railing groaned, finally having a noticeable dent in it. It caught the attention of the rest and she sank to the ground. 

“Six?” Carter called out. He moved from Kat, going closer to her.  

“I’m fine, sir.” She silently cursed when her voice shook at the end. “Just would like to get off.” 

“Well, I would, but it will be a rocky ride.” Avery didn’t realize Kat had sat beside her. “Thing’s messy.” 

“No more dropping us down?” She nudged Kat. “I would like to live, you know.”

Kat let out a scoff and flicked her arm. “The whole place is a mess. We could’ve just done it at base. I don't know why we have to go.” Avery relaxed against the wall. Yeah, waiting; maybe she could do it. “You going to explain why the railing is bent?”

“No.”

“Are you nervous?” Avery narrowed her eyes, turning her gaze to Kat. How could she read her so easily? It seemed like Noble Two knew exactly how she felt, and ‌it annoyed her- she spent so much time masking herself for Kat to rip it away. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

“I’m not scared of the elevator.” Avery crossed her arms. 

“I didn’t say that, you did,” her helmet buzzed with a com link, “Avery.”

Why did she tell Kat her name? She tried to come back with a retort. Then the elevator to drop again; she bit her lip to stop a gasp, barely registering a hand gripping hers. Or how she gripped onto Kat as they slid to a stop. She pressed her head to Kat’s shoulders, eyes squeezed shut. The elevator screeched as it stopped back on the first floor. 

“Open the door Erick!” She remembered banging on the door. “Dammit, Erick, don’t do this!” 

“Sorry, Avery.” Erick pressed his hand over her fist. Though they couldn’t touch, it made her pause. He removed his helmet with his other hand; his face was sweaty, blood smeared under his nose. “Aaron would’ve wanted you to live.” She shook her head. “We both know I’m going to die,” he hovered his hand over the gaping wound in his stomach, “soon. Only you can make this. One arm or not.”

“Erick, no.” 

“Avery.” 

“Avery!”

“Six!” 

She jerked up, eyes wide and alert. Her chest heaved, and she gasped. A hand held her helmet and turned her back. “Hey, Six, are you with us?” Avery blinked. She wasn’t back there. She was here, on Reach, with Noble. They were in the past. They weren’t here anymore. 

Avery realized she was clinging to Kat’s side, that it was her hand. Embarrassment flooded her body, making her cheeks flush, and she jerked away. She quickly stood up, keeping her head to avoid looking at the others. Her face grew hotter as she helped Kat up, hurrying her hands to her side. Why did she freak over the elevator? Especially in front of everyone. 

“Six?”

“I’m fine.” Avery swallowed. “Just… I’m fine.” 

“Don’t worry, Kat didn’t mind you cuddling up to her.” Emile added in. She wanted to sink into a hole and disappear.

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Short Story: Day Six

It's June, yayish. I made myself cookie dough today, and I tossed in sunflower to finish it off and now, I can't tell if it tastes peanut-buttery or not.

And I'm finally finalizing Avery a bit more, I haven't decided how tall tho. This story is set in Infinite, where Avery is brought back to the field to fight, but gets to meet the revived Noble team.

Halo belongs to 343 Industries.

My spartan oc (Avery) belongs to me.

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1. Day Six.

Avery paced around the room; she was told to wait by Commander Agryna. There was something for her. It wasn't here until the afternoon. That did not freak her out. She didn’t circle the base for most of the morning. She argued it could just be new gear coming in. Yeah, that could be it. Avery fished her phone out of her pocket, something Roza insisted on having when she was in her recovery period after…

She didn’t enjoy waiting. She didn’t like being kept in the dark. The commander hadn’t let a single detail slip, nor would anyone, for the matter. What was so important to keep her? Avery narrowed her eyes. 1:02, yet no one was here. She took a deep breath, tugging on her collar. Maybe she could put her armor back on. Regular clothes felt too light.

A creak jerked her out of her thoughts. She saw the door opened reveal someone standing there. Avery blinked twice. The tattoo of a fist holding 3 arrows reminded her of… Jun? His green spartan armor was gone, replaced by a suit. She didn’t think he would even like that clothing. She heard there was a surviving member of Noble, but couldn’t find anything.

Then the guilt came crashing down. It squeezed her stomach and she couldn’t talk. She wasn’t ready to face him; how could she when she let the rest of Noble die? Avery turned her head away, staring at the ground.

“What? Didn’t miss me, huh?” Jun stayed in the doorway. They told him no one made it, not that they found Six’s body and did whatever. He didn’t know what to feel when he found Avery still alive.

“Jun.” The silence felt suffocating now. “I… shit, I’m sorry.” Her heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to run or hide, to do anything, but this. “I… I failed.”

“What do you mean?” He ignored how his hands twitched at his sides. “I should’ve been there, Six, not with the doctor. She could’ve made it on her own.”

“You were following orders.”

“So were you.”

“My mission was to…” Avery cut herself off, letting out a snort. It was ridiculous.

Jun glanced up at her, his head tilting to the side. “What’s funny?”

“It’s just… I thought you would hate me.” Her earlier panic was slowly catching up to her body, clinging to her eyes. “I didn’t visit, didn’t bother with making sure they were telling me the truth. And now, I’m thinking I was being stupid with worrying.”

“You won’t hear any disagreement from me.” Jun shrugged at her glare. “They… they lied to me too, said Noble was dead. Not bothering to tell me your body got found on Reach.” He looked up at her, his hand hovering over her arm. “Avery, there’s something else as well.”

“It’s been ten minutes!”

“Kat, we shouldn’t-”

Her heart dropped into her stomach. Did she hear that right? Kat… Kat? Avery took a step back from the door and brushed Jun’s hand away. This couldn’t be right; she saw what happened, there wasn’t a way- didn’t the second voice sound like Carter?

“Avery, listen-” Two figures appeared at the door, the one behind trying to draw them back away from the room. Jun tried to block the view. “I haven’t told her yet.”

“Told me what?” Avery tried to focus on Jun, and not the person who looked exactly like Noble One and Two. Nope, not looking. “And who are they?” She didn’t know what answer she wanted.

“ONI did something. Poke at something they shouldn’t, like always, and brought them back.” Jun slowly moved away from the door. “Noble is back. Shocking, I know.”

“... what?”

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Short Story: Orange Fizz

When it comes to expressing her emotions, Alex always preferred to bottle them up. Keep them contain and not bother anyone else. She didn't want to be selfish.

This I guess can be a bit of a vent, things have been frustrating lately.

Also I don't really like orange pops tbh.

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My guardian oc (Alex Ridley) belongs to me.

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12. Orange Fizz

“Considering you haven’t looked me in the eye since I arrived at the Tower,” the Exo Stranger narrowed her optics at the hunter, Alex kept her head down and PBJ never came out, which is unusual for the two, “something is bothering you.” 

When Alex winced, Elsie knew she was right; something was going on in that mind. The problem is Alex refusing to even talk to anyone. She hid around unless a meeting was called, and PBJ barely came out. Even her brother, Eclipse-15, didn’t know what was going on. 

“Alex. Eclipse even said you’ve barely talked since coming here, PBJ hasn’t even spent time with others.” 

“...you shouldn’t worry too much.” Alex focused on her hands in her lap. “It’s nothing.”

“Nothing is when you still look happy while being silent. PBJ is out and about. Not this.” Elsie tilted Alex’s chin up, moving her hand to brush away the messy purple hair from Alex’s forehead. “Tell me Alex, I don’t like this.”

She didn’t miss the way the hunter teared up for a flash. “You’re drinking orange soda. Don’t you hate that flavor?”

“I…” Her eyes darted away. “You like it…” 

“It doesn’t mean you have to like it. What’s going on?”

Alex only looked more guilty as the Exo Stranger moved to sit right beside her. She didn’t feel like she deserved the surrounding arm. Not with this feeling bubbling in her stomach. She hated how she felt when she saw Eclipse with his new fireteam; she disliked how she felt when some people got close to Elsie. Plasma and her new life. It frustrated her to no end. They should be free to do whatever they want. They shouldn’t have to deal with her feeling like this.

“Alex?” 

“I’m being selfish again.” Alex scooted away; she wanted her mind to shut up, to stop with everything. “It’s me.” 

“That’s not an explanation.” 

Before she could get more from the hunter, her phone chimed. Elsie glanced down at the screen, her optics narrowing. She looked up with a sigh, “Alex, I-” the hunter was gone. Only her Light lingered where she sat.

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Short Story: Family

Alex confronts Eclipse on what he thinks of their family. As one of the core reasons she left, she believed she was the problem for her brother, too guilty to confess it to him.

Destiny belongs to Bungie.

My guardian ocs (Eclipse-15, Alex Ridley) belong to me.

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9. Family

Eclipse-15 took a deep breath as he meditated, optics closed, body relaxed. Someone plopping onto the pillows behind him soon interrupted his train of thought. He let out a sigh as his optics turned on. Just by the Light, he knew it was his sister. “Alex. I thought you didn’t have enough time-” he stopped himself as he saw her tightly curled up in a ball. “Hello?” 

Alex gave a grunt in reply, not moving from the pillows. 

He blinked; usually she would have moved around the pillows until she got bored and bugged him. And where was PBJ? He hadn’t seen the ghost a lot when Alex arrived in the Tower. He would always stay in the Library, picking out the new books. “Alex, are you feeling okay?” 

No response. 

“Alex? I can’t read your mind and you’ve been acting weird since you came to the Tower. It’s worrying Plasma, me, a lot.”

“Why are we siblings?” 

Eclipse-15 became taken back, not to mention the stab in his gut with those words leaving Alex. “Excuse me? Alex, you’re my sister. Did someone say something?” He knew in the beginning some thought it was odd; an exo and a human that had no ties to each other. “Who? Let me talk to them-”

“Why did you choose me as your sister? You could’ve had anyone else, someone who wouldn’t give you lots of trouble. Who doesn't make mistakes? Who didn’t make you choose between herself and the Vanguard?” Alex’s voice trembled. “Face it, if I wasn’t your sister, I wouldn’t have ever been in the Pluto Fireteam.”

“What?” Eclipse-15 moved to sit right beside the pillows, shifting them around to find out where exactly she curled up to. “Alex, even if we weren’t siblings, you’ve been in Pluto, regardless. Plasma spoke fondly of you in the beginning, how you could survive by yourself with no weapons in unfamiliar ground.”

Alex had curled up in her cloak- he wondered how she felt comfortable in that position. 

“You would still be my apprentice. Nothing would’ve changed.” 

“... we aren’t even blood related.” Alex peeked through her hood. “We both know it’s my fault you got separated from your family and turned into an exo.” Eclipse-15 fell silent, he had guessed she looked into his record at the Bray labs, especially since she was spending more time on Europa. “I only cause you problems. How can you still call me your sister? I only mess everything up.”

“I don’t care what my record says, it’s all in the past, far, far into the past.” Eclipse-15 didn’t like how faint her Light felt. It was dull, his artificial heart drumming against his chest. “I see you as my sister, Alex. Nothing can change that.” He nudged her shoulder. “Where’s PBJ?”

Alex flicked her wrist and PBJ flashed out, tilting to the side. Eclipse-15 felt his body slump in relief. PBJ was still moving around; she wasn’t being taken over by the Darkness. He scooped PBJ in his hands and held him to his forehead. 

“I love you both, Alex, PBJ. We’re family, blood or not.” Eclipse-15 let out a chuckle. “Legally, you’re my daughter since I adopted you. Plasma did too. So on paper, we’re your parents and you’re our kid.”

“... what?”

“It’s a long story.”

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Short Story: It's always the mission

A little dialog from Noble Six before the Lone Wolf mission.

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3. It's always the mission

Follow orders. 

Noble Six stared out over the bleak horizon, nothing but dust and emptiness surrounding her. She could faintly hear Covenant troops near the abandoned base. Dead Spartans and marines littered around the buildings, fighting until their last breath. She wondered if that would be her. There wasn’t an escape route to this mission, or backup. No one would come. 

Her record held victories. 

Avery checked her pistol magazine, letting out a dry huff. How long would the supplies last here? She walked down the stairs and entered the nearby building, keeping her eyes focused ahead. Not at the dead Spartans on the walls. Not the blood stains everywhere. She wondered if there was a place to hide; perhaps she could wait them out, letting them lose interest in the hunt. 

She had to complete the mission. 

Who was she kidding? They wouldn’t dare let her get away. Noble Six studied the graying sky, her eyes narrowing as the rumble of engines grew louder. This had to be the place. There’s nowhere else to run. This will be her stand. If it killed her… she pressed her hand to her chest-plate, feeling the weight of the tags, it wouldn’t kill her. She had to return. She was going to return. 

The Wolf never failed. 

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Short Story: Invisible

So when I said things should be calming down, things got to shit real quick. Like plz, could the drama stop.

Anyways, I saw the new season for Halo Infinite and it's cool. I like seeing my spartan in cutscenes, it really adds into that you are there.

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1. Invisible

Despite the heavy armor and bright red highlights, most didn’t notice her presence unless her skills were called upon. Avery didn’t care. Her duty was to serve humanity, to protect them from danger. She didn't need to be anything else.

Yet, there’s this bubbling feeling inside. It threatened to boil over every time she was with Noble team; the light brushes against her arm, her name being called by them, seeing them all grouped together. She felt it pound at her chest, watching them from the corner. Sometimes she felt herself reaching towards them.

Avery rubbed her neck, the feeling returning as she observed them chat as they ate. The cafeteria providing a nice noise distraction. She tried to focus on random conversations rather than the one here. Hearing Kat laugh sent the feeling twisting in her stomach. It bubbled until it reached her heart. She didn’t know why or how; her chest tightened, she couldn’t breathe.

She stumbled up. It made the conversation pause. She knew their eyes were on her, but she dashed away. Avery didn’t stop until she was alone in whatever hallway she chose; she hit the wall with her shoulder as she took a deep breath. The feeling only tightened its hold, and she gasped, reaching up to press her hand to her chest.

“Avery?”

The voice echoed in her mind; the voice changing to Aaron’s. She remembered why she never bothered with friends- she couldn’t handle losing more people. It would be better if you didn't get connected at all. Her duty gave her a purpose.

“Is this what you want?” She remembered Aaron asking her once, a look in his eyes she never understood. “To just fight and kill when you’re commanded to. Is that what makes you happy? What’s your choice, Avery?”

Avery gasped again, sliding down the wall. He had been so upset that day. She couldn’t understand why he had asked her that. Why had he had a look in his eyes? Was it sadness, or possibly anger? It was something. She didn’t have any complaints about her life; a spartan’s duty is for humanity. She would fight with her life to protect others. She was okay with that. There isn't time for anything else.

She is okay with that. The feeling told her otherwise. She gripped her shirt tighter; it bubbled in her throat. Everything she pushed back came rushing back. Was it a mistake to join Noble? She wanted to be with them, to enjoy their company; playing a card game with Jorge, discussing mission plans with Carter, fighting enemies with Emile, doing scout missions with Jun, and Kat. It felt peaceful when they were there.

“Avery? You just ran out. Jorge got worried.”

She shouldn’t have gotten close. She remembered why she pushed everything back. Avery slowly looked up and saw Kat standing beside her. “... I… I’m scared, Kat.”

Kat sat down beside her, Avery fought with herself, wanting to hug her. “What are you scared of? If you’re worried about the upcoming mission, then-”

“No!” Avery buried her face in her knees, not wanting to show her teary eyes. Embarrassment flooded her body. This had to be childish. Death is a part of life. Something that is drilled into them during training. “I just… I…”

“Hey, what’s going on?” Kat’s hand felt warm on her shoulder.

“Kat,” Avery dared to peek through her arm, “I fear losing Noble.” Kat blinked and leaned back before squeezing Avery’s shoulder.

“Even if we don’t have that fancy title of yours, we don’t die that easily.” Avery released a shaky breath when she leaned into Kat, squeezing her eyes shut as she listened to her steady heartbeat. “We may be Spartan III’s, but it will take a lot to kill us all.” Kat slowly reached up, running her fingers through Avery’s hair, relaxing as Avery did. “I’ve never… seen you like this. What happened?”

Avery kept her head pressed against Kat’s shoulder. “I… Aaron used to ask me these life questions a lot growing up. We had a big fight before… it happened. He wanted to know if I was happy with my life. You know,” she narrowed her eyes, “being a good follower for orders, I didn’t care, not when they were dead. Then I came here.”

“Oh?”

“You guys confuse me.” Avery pulled back. The bubbling feeling disappeared, but her heartbeat didn’t slow. “I can’t lose anymore people, okay? If I do, I’m going to break and no one will fix it. If Noble dies, if you die, I won’t be able to deal with it. It’s too much.”

“And you won’t,” Kat took one of Avery’s hands, “we all have our strengths separately, but we’re stronger together. As long as Noble stands together, nothing can stop us.” She placed a key chain in her palm; it was a triangle with two swords through it. “We won’t fall.”

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Short Story: He had wings.

Work has been busy, plus schoolwork, but hopefully everything will become less crazy soon.

Tbh I wasn't expecting what happened in Pillar of Autumn, I told my brother why he didn't warn me and he's like: I told u everyone dies. D:

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Halo Reach spoilers (Pillar of Autumn).

8. He had wings.

The Pelican jerked, groaning as plasma bolts exploded towards it. Avery almost fell out of her seat. She gripped onto the seat, quickly waking up from her dozing. Emile was at the end and held a grenade launcher in his hands. She watched as he shot out. She noticed the Banshees following them with a Phantom close behind. 

Her heart dropped. It felt harder to breathe inside her suit; it pressed against her chest. Dot’s voice cut through, and Avery didn’t want to glance over at the pilot’s chair. This isn’t happening. They were heading to the Pillar of Autumn. The sky was clear; the sky was clear- it was clear. 

She winced at the blood covering the window, more so when Carter’s helmet dropped, mouth drying. Avery stumbled closer to him. How could she have not noticed? How did the Covenant find them? She gripped his chair as the Pelican jerked again, faintly hearing one of Emile’s shots hit a Banshee. 

“Gotta get you out here, Six.” Avery didn’t like how Carter voiced it. She could see his pained face, blood staining his skin. He needs medical attention- badly. She couldn’t shove away the growing pit in her stomach. “You and Emile need to leave here. I’ll draw their fire the best I can.” 

“No.” 

“This isn’t up for question,” Carter hissed through his teeth as the Pelican shook again, “it’s an order.” 

Avery slammed her hand on the auto-pilot. “I have more piloting experience! You and Emile take the AI. I’ll be the bait.” She would not lose another person on her watch. She wasn’t letting them go ahead without her anymore. “You’re injured. You need medical attention.”

“We don’t have time to argue. Six, I gave you an order-”

“I thought you said lone wolf stuff stays behind. I’m not leaving you here like this.” 

She hated how soft his tone was. Here he was, being the leader despite the pain he’s in, and she was acting up. It’s logical to draw the heat away from them, to get the package to a safer location- she couldn’t think of leaving him behind, not with the amount of Banshees following them. “I’m not leaving anyone behind!”

Avery blinked as his hand covered hers, realizing she still had her hand on the button; she took a deep breath in as he brought her hand off the control. He still felt warm. She gripped his hand tighter. He’s still there. 

“We’ll meet back once you deliver the package.” Carter looked at her and let go of her hand. “The AI chose you. She made the right choice. Get the package to the Pillar of Autumn.”

Avery nodded. “Done.” She didn’t want to leave him here; Not with him injured like this. The scent of his blood clung to the air, and it made her sick. She wished it wasn’t his everywhere.

“Not yet,” Carter returned to the controls. She felt cold as she backed up. “Emile, go with her. It’s a ground game now.”

Emile dropped his grenade launcher, tapping his fist to his chest. “It’s been an honor, sir.”

“Likewise. I’ll do my best to draw their fire. Go on, my mark.”

Avery pushed back the rising pit in her stomach, joining Emile at the platform, and kneeled down, holding the AI close to her chest. She watched as Carter counted down, wishing he wouldn’t get to zero. 

“Mark!”