Edit (6/26/2020): Chapters 27 thru 30 are Bonus Chapters. I moved Chapter 18 to 27. 18 was originally made on this past Valentine's Day. I moved it to keep the proper flow of the story.

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Another day, another reassignment. Spartan B312, otherwise known as Faye Lockhart, has been reassigned again with a new Spartan deployment, callsign Noble. There is one good thing about this reassignment. One of her old squad members from growing up, Catherine, or Spartan B320, will be there. It has been quite a long time since she has seen her.

Ever since the Office of Naval Intelligence, or ONI, pulled B312 from Beta company, she was used as their personal hitwoman, suppressing insurrectionists, quelling uprisings, all while her emotions were blank. Training killed any forms of emotion except they kept the loyalty, but with loyalty comes morality.

Faye knew those people were only doing what they thought was right, which was openly defying the UNSC. So, Faye did what she had to do, and when she was done, not a single soul lived to tell the tale. That's what ONI wanted. Morally, Faye is disgusted with herself but with all emotions numbed, she can't help but not feel anything, even as she looked into the eyes of those people and saw pure terror.

The Warthog's engine revved, bringing Faye out of her thoughts as she stared into the reflection of her armor, the gold visor staring back at her. Her murky brown eyes and midnight, shoulder-length black hair looking back at her, showing the true face of a killer, one who has no emotion, no remorse and if she was honest with herself, no sense of purpose. Speaking of her hair, she had to tie it up in order for it to not get stuck in front of her eyes. Her vision is important on the battlefield. Faye pulled a small hair tie from her pouch on her chest plate and tied her hair in a tight bun where a single strand of hair loose. She picked up her helmet and stared at the design, the Mark V variant B with the UA/HUL modification attached and turned it around. She sighed, whether out of exasperation or to calm her nonexistent nerves, she does not know, but soon she slipped her helmet on with a hiss and the armor seals connected, her HUD lighting up and calibrating.

The rest of her armor was pretty basic, all things considered. Her shoulder pads were FJ/Para. Her chest was Tactical/Recon. Her left wrist had the Tactical/UGPS, its screen letting her know her destination was up and coming. Her knee pads were just the defaults. On her left thigh, her utility soft case had pockets for extra ammo and other necessary items. Her armor color was gunmetal grey. If anything, she should have painted it solid black, since the blood of her enemies would soon be on it, but they did not allow their Spartans to go 'emo'. Happy thoughts, surely.

With her internal checks over and done with, the Warthog arrived at the little makeshift base. Surprisingly, there were a lot of UNSC personnel roaming about, so when Faye stepped off the Warthog, the driver took off in quite a hurry. Faye chuckled to herself, she was so silent during the ride that the driver probably pissed himself for when she finally acknowledged his presence. This base was pretty high up compared to most places B312 has been. It almost felt like an upgrade… if only she knew how interesting it was really going to get. Her armored hand brushed one of the Falcons that were on their respective landing pads. She also noticed another Spartan loading sniper rounds. From where she was, she could see the tattoos that seemed to extend around his ears and descend down his neck. She paid him no further mind as she headed inside to meet the Commander.

Once she approached the building, a voice was ordering Noble to investigate the Visegrâd Relay that went dark. The voice said there has been no contact since 2600 hours. Well, Faye might have been eavesdropping, but it's not entirely her fault; that voice was pretty loud.

She passed the threshold, descending a small two-step staircase and she saw quite a cast in front of her. The first one she laid eyes on was the one with the skull visor etched into his actual visor. It is quite the handiwork. The knife on his right shoulder, called a kukri, was sharp. Faye has a small appreciation for knives and that one sure is a beaut. His armor color a shade lighter than hers, but the shoulder pads were colored crimson with white stripes. He screamed close quarters, something that Faye has an affinity for as well. His shotgun laid right up against the wall next to him. From one look, Faye could tell it was a battle-worn M90 CAWS, an excellent choice.

A robotic arm shot across Faye's line of sight and it took all her willpower to not throw it over her shoulder, but a familiar face came into view, Catherine. Scars littered her sister's forehead and the arm was new. Then again, Faye read the after-action report, Tom did not deserve to go out like that. Nevertheless, Faye's eyebrows raised under her helmet but otherwise remained emotionless. Faye tapped against her thigh in Morse code, 'It's good to see you again, sister.'

Kat's eyebrows raised in surprise, clearly shocked that Faye remembers her. Kat thought after years of separation and assignments, most of which classified, she would have forgotten about her. Kat replied in Morse code as well, 'Glad to see you alive and breathing, sister.'

Kat turned and looked over her shoulder, "Commander," Kat's Slavic accent much more pronounced than when they were kids. Two people turned and looked at Faye, the one had his Commando helmet on the table in front of him.

"So that's our new number six?" The tallest one said, his beard well kept. He did not seem like a Spartan-III, unlike the rest of Noble. He seemed more along the lines of a Spartan-II. His armor colors were more of an orange color with the secondary being the crimson that the first person had. So, it seems that it's true, there are still Spartan-IIs who live.

"Kat?" Both Faye and Kat turned towards Skull visor, "You read her file?"

"Only the parts that weren't covered in black ink," she said bored.

"I'm pretty sure my file should not exist with the amount of black ink on it," Faye said factually surprising everyone in the room, even the Colonel on the line. It should come as no surprise to anyone that Faye's file is seventy-five percent black ink, and even Faye herself cannot get access to her own file which in her opinion, which apparently does not matter, is stupid. Mostly, Faye just wants to see what ONI covered up in said ink because she remembers everything that she has ever done, every shot, every kill, everything.

The Commander's voice broke the split-second silence, "Anyone claim responsibility?"

"Not yet, but ONI thinks it might be the local Innies. Five months ago, on Harmony, a similar job took place, and that cannot happen here. Reach is highly valuable." A sigh was heard, "I want that relay back online Noble One," Colonel Holland, the name which Faye learned by looking over at the screen said.

"Consider it done," he said, and he turned, "Lieutenant."

"Commander, sir."

"I'm Carter, Noble team's leader. That's Kat, Noble Two, which you seem acquainted with. Then that's Emile and Jorge, Four and Five. You're riding with me, Noble Six," Carter strode past Faye and she followed. "I'm not going to lie to you, you are stepping into some shoes that the rest of the squad would rather leave unfilled."

"Thought that might have been the case, sir. However, it was not my choice to be here," Faye said curtly.

"I know it wasn't but listen, I've seen your file, even the parts that the ONI censors forbid me to. That Lone Wolf routine stays behind. We are a team and I expect you to act accordingly," Carter's voice rose in volume as the Falcon's propeller blades picked up speed.

Faye, now Noble Six, sat in the Falcon right next to the Spartan she saw on the way in, assumed to be Noble Three, "Welcome to Reach."

Faye gave the sharpshooter a curt nod and let her head rest on the interior of the Falcon. She looked over to the other Falcon to see Kat looking right at her, probably seeing if she's changed, and she has; yet she also hasn't.

All the pleasant memories came back when Faye and Kat were together back in basic, the times where they were acquired similarly to the Spartan-IIs, but not in the exact same way. When the Spartan-III program launched, they looked for certain biological patterns, ones in their cells or something with their blood type; point being, Faye won the genetic lottery. Faye never truly understood why she was chosen, other than the obvious, but she was only ten when her parents told her to pack her stuff and go. No explanation, just pack and go. The first person Faye met on base was Kat, and the two girls became best friends, yeah, it's cliché, but Faye does not have all the time in the world. She looked right at Kat and positioned her fingers on her knee, 'Stop concerning yourself over me. I am still the same girl you met all those years ago.'

Kat clenched her fist; Faye rolled her eyes. Kat was always concerned over her, like a big sister warding off the boyfriend who is no good for her. Faye's shoulders raised in a silent chuckle. Jun, Noble Three, saw the interaction and looked at Kat inquisitively, she waved it off. Meanwhile, Carter, Emile, and Jorge were discussing strategy. Jun listened in, and Kat corrected any misinformation.

The pilot of Six's Falcon spoke over the comms, "Reports have been spotty for the last few hours, there is a potential dark zone, so outside assistance is null and void. You Spartans will be on your own. Not like you'll need any outside help."

"Sir, we've lost contact with HQ," Kat informed the rest of the team, making the pilot's report accurate.

"Backup channels?" Carter asked, seemingly unconcerned.

"Searching… Nada, I can't tell what is jamming us," Kat replied.

"You heard her; we're going in blind. Eyes up," Carter ordered. Faye took the pistol off her thigh and checked the ammo, chambered and rechambered a round. She took her MA37 Assault Rifle off her shoulder and thoroughly checked the ammo and display. Carter and Jun watched as silent observers.

Faye knew that the mission came first and the team immediately after, but something tells her this 'team' thing will take some time getting used to. The thought both comforted and terrified her. Soon after, Carter told the Pilot to let them down so they could investigate the distress call that was the reason they were brought out here. Six stepped out of the Falcon and took in her surroundings, the green mountain tops were a sight, but she could not lose focus because of something so frivolous. She followed Noble team, except for Jun who was in the Falcon providing the eyes in the sky. Faye noticed movement and reported it in.

"Sir, could it be the Innes?" Faye asked in a whisper, in order to not disclose their location if it was.

Walking down around a corner, which had some houses, not suitable for Insurrectionists, let alone the farmers that they found. Jun found missing IFF tags belonging to Marines that were reported MIA. Faye said nothing and moved on without a second thought. Kat noticed the little things about their newest teammate. While Carter devised a plan, Kat went to Faye.

"You can talk to me you know," Kat said as she let herself be known as to not scare her. She saw the way Six reacted when she reached across her. She flinched, she looked like she was about to flip Kat out of defensive reflex. Faye made eye contact under the helmet, but said nothing, her posture still stiff, but less so now. "Faye, you can talk to me. I don't know what happened to you, and I never will, but I will be there for you when you need it."

Faye relented and sighed, "Fine," Kat turned back to her surprised she even responded. Faye was always a woman of few words. Silent but deadly. Maybe she will warm up to the rest of the team soon enough.

Carter ordered everyone to move out and watch their motion trackers. The eerie silence usually means something is going to happen. Scoping the place out, Faye decided now was a good time to check out one of her new upgrades, Radar enhancements. They extend the range of her radar up to one hundred meters, instead of the normal twenty-five. There were red dots all out the eastern front and it was a lot of them. Faye took point and peeked out the window and sure enough, there was an alien standing there.

It sniffed the air and let out a cry, a battle cry. Faye took out her pistol in her free hand and shot it, killing it before it could finish the cry. "Covenant!" Carter shouted. Faye noticed some stairs to the lower level and went to work. "Weapons free!" So, Faye did just that.

She killed the two Grunts and pulled out her combat knives, freshly sharpened, her blood pumping full of adrenaline. Faye is also one of the fastest Spartan-IIIs to date and one of the most lethal Spartans to ever exist. Faye Lockhart is one of the only Spartan-IIIs to obtain the status 'Hyper Lethal Vector', a designation that is hard to achieve and when someone has that designation, one best be on their 'good' side. Faye went ripping through the Covenant, knives ripping their skin, tearing through their armor. She enjoyed the thrill of her knives slicing through her enemies, their blood splattering on her armor, only to wash it off and do it all again. The screams of her enemies hitting her ears only drives her further. Each swipe of her knives meant another enemy dead. The adrenaline pumping through her veins fueling her bloodlust. These Covenant were around for twenty-five years beforehand, and they have done some nasty things to Humanity, inflicting insurmountable pain. An Elite tried to challenge her in sword combat, their mistake.

They tried to simply slice her down, but Faye wanted this thing out of her way and she was about to, but a sniper shot stopped her advance. Noble Three, from the Falcon, took the shot, "Couldn't let you have all the fun, Six."

Faye nodded in return.

The rest of Noble team did not know how to respond but gave the Lieutenant covering fire, killing the ones she missed, and moved up along with her. After crossing a riverbed and killing more Covenant, Faye let her knives fall from her hands and return to their sheaths. The team caught up and they saw quite a glorious sight. Noble Six was basically covered in Covenant blood. She was absolutely covered in purple-violet blood with hints of electric blood accenting the purple. Her visor remained unaffected; she stood there with her weapon at ease. She knew that she ran ahead, she knew that she was lone wolfing it… again and waited for her disciplinary action.

"I guess the designation was no fluke," Emile said, almost bored, but with an underlying tone of amusement. Faye smirked; he was warming up to her. It should come as no surprise that Carter was impressed but also annoyed.

"Six, never do that again," and that was it.

"Yes, sir," Faye responded, her voice monotone.

Carter asked Auntie Dot, the team's AI to run heart rate checks on Six. Much to his surprise, even after running through and killing that many Covenant in that short time, Six's heart rate was less than seventy beats per minute. That much killing would easily set other Spartans over ninety, maybe a hundred, but less than seventy? Noble Six is something else, Carter mused.

A truck was left still functional and Carter ordered Faye to drive and to take Kat and Jorge with her. They were to investigate the area to see if they can find more of the missing Marines. Half of a platoon went missing and they only found a single squad, so far. Jorge was on the back of the truck, looking down at Six, wondering how Kat knows her. It was obvious by the twitching of her fingers when Six first came inside to meet Noble. The rhythmic tapping of their fingers gave away the Morse code. Jorge said nothing during that time and nothing when he noticed it again during the Falcon ride. Kat seemed irritated but dropped it.

Six stopped the truck and hopped out, weapon at the ready. Some of these buildings were abandoned, but Faye's trackers caught movement. The dot on her tracker said it was white, meaning it is a neutral entity, but whether it is friendly or not remains to be seen. Kat followed Six and they entered the buildings. Jorge remained outside but his eyes scanning.

"Six, what have you got?" Kat asked from next to her.

Six only pointed two fingers to the kitchen and gave her the signals to wait for her go. Six went inside to see no one there, but something was moved. Six checked the tracker and saw it was gone, but the feeling stayed. If it was Covenant, then they would have attacked. They backed off and did one last sweep before confirming that it was a wild animal, but Six was not so sure. Wordlessly, they got back in the truck before driving off.

This time, they found more IFF tags and these ones were live. Thankfully not every Marine in this area was killed or worse. Kat, Jorge, and Faye all exited the truck and assisted the Marines. Three waves of Covenant Dropships came in and each one dispatched two Elites, or Sangheili, as their species is called. Their shields are equivalent to that of a Spartan, so direct confrontation is a coin toss at best. Death at worst.

Six found a DMR in the shed that the Marines were using as cover and started picking off multiple targets. Each shot rang true and another member of the Covenant died with every pull of the trigger. Soon after, one Elite was left standing. The motion tracker detecting the single red dot… and the white dot?

Now, Jun did not have an angle of the Elite, as he was busy helping Carter and Emile. After the confrontation, Kat boarded the other Falcon and had to go splice a door closed. A sniper shot split the silence and the sound of the Sangheili soldier's final croak was heard. There was one problem with that sniper shot though, Faye began to think. The shot trail was blue. No other friendlies are in the area, and the only other possible option is… the white dot. So, Faye was right; the white dot was somebody, but who?

Jorge was the first one to ask, "Three, did you fire that shot?"

"Negative, Five. I never had the angle," Three replied and Faye was going through her equipment to find her local signal booster. She walked over to the cliff edge and planted a beacon and began using her radar enhancement in tandem with the signal booster. "Got you," Faye whispered, but her comm was open.

"Got what, Six?" Jorge asked from right next to her.

Her hand went to her helmet, "Three, lock on to this reading and follow it. Our mystery person should be there."

Jun acknowledged and the Falcon took off and minutes later, "I don't know how you did it Six, but you have to hear this."

"Patch me in."

A person was sitting on a cliff, covering his ear as a voice screamed, "Why did you go through the portal? We could have made it out of there!" a tiny feminine companion said to a person who was covered in a cloak. The little companion was floating like an angel, its single optic narrowed.

"So, running through a thousand of death machines to make it out of there? I'm a Hunter, Dove, not a Titan. Also, did it look like I had a choice? I like exploring and you know it, but the portal was the only option I had," the person said back, exasperated, with a lingering sense of heartbreak. Their armor was colored in a variety of hues, but the general theme was red, black, and orange accents. Small shoulder pads adorned their broad chest. Most of their armor was cloth and some metals, but mostly cloths and knives, can't forget the knives.

"Wanna know the worst part Seb? I have no idea when we are, we have an audience and to top it all off, no one knows we left because you decided that you could handle it, alone," Dove said, her angelic, albeit, robotic voice said like she was speaking to a child, and in some cases, she was.

"Well sorry that I get an itch to try to hide my-" Seb cut himself off, "Did you say we have an audience?"

"The same people as before, darling," Dove huffed, "The ahem 'Big Tankies' we saw before."

Seb was about to retort when a sniper shot landed right next to his foot and a really mean, demanding voice said, "Don't move or the next round goes in your chest."
Uh oh, today is definitely not his day.

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So, for the Halo people, this is in Halo Reach era. This is CANON DIVERGENT! Things will be changed, plot points will differ from the game, so bear with me.

I know Spartans don't have feelings and I think canonically they can't, but just let it happen.

For the Destiny people, the next chapter is going to be Destiny focused so be on the lookout for that. After that, they combine from there.

Welcome to my 2nd attempt at a Crossover! Hope you enjoy!

-Soul of Horus