UPDATE!

Ok, a few things to start off, these are just quick notes to clarify a few things to the people who won't read that far into the story, or don't fully understand the Halo lore.

1. A Brute/Elite is roughly ON PAR in terms of strength with a Spartan-II... II! Though the IIs were less successful they were stronger than the IIIs, so spoiler alert YES, a Brute Chieftain is much stronger than Noble Six! Unless you are playing on Easy or Normal then no. Remember that Bungie said a while ago, that the for a realistic Halo experiance you need to play at least Heroic, Spartans and Elites/Brutes are also compared quite often in books. Remember people... there are halo books!

2. The OOCishness for Scorch/Alexander/Noble 6 is as I have stated, due to the cloning process messing up his mind, his personality isn't always that of a badass super soldier but he does have his moments. Remember this is comedy! I need an OOC super soldier for this at times.

3. Lastly If you came for a super badass Noble 6, and which he remains in a state of badass and heartless like the typical spartan. Stop reading. Thank you.

PS: Sorry, its just that I'm sick of people not seeming to understand many things and then complaining about it later, since some people don't seem to understand Halo entirely and I want to try my best to fix that... *sigh* Anyways, please enjoy the story and please... please... learn about the fandom if you are going complain about it.

Otherwise love those of you who have stuck with the story, just had to get this off my chest as it was just pissing me off! (I'm a Halo Fanboy as you can tell) So I care about these things allot!

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BEHOLD! The first in the Alliance of Light and Order of Balance series! This is where it all began! That being said, this isn't exactly a mass cross-over due to the fact he's fresh out of the pods and no other factions have been met, might add a bit of Terran influence latter on though.

Noble6's armor config:

Helmet: Scout

Both shoulders: Recon

Chest: Tactical/Recon

Wrist: Tactical/Tacpad

Utility: Tactical/Trauma kit

Visor Color: Gold

Knee: FJ/Para

Primary Color: Steel

Secondary Color: Gold

I stood there on the hill overlooking a vast graveyard of stripped down warships, the dog-tags of noble team in my right hand and my M392 DMR in my left, loaded with a full clip of 7.62 NATO... I chuckled. Its funny, that such a caliber was used for so long... out lived by ammunition... I though, it was ironic really.

I promptly slid down the hill and ran for a small destroyed outpost, the bodies of other Spartans littered around it. In the distance I heard the unmistakable sound of a Covenant Phantom... if this was Noble's last stand... then I was gonna make sure the Covie bastards remembered it!

*Fast-forward*

I cracked the neck of another Elite who thought he'd get the better of me... nope. Said Elite's grunt squad was sent into disarray at the loss of their leader, I quickly picked them off with My M6G Magnum before they could shake the fear out of them and regroup. I turned just in time to see a plasma mortar headed right at me, with no time to move I hit Armor-Lock and the round hit me but caused no damage save for a bit of friendly fire on their part. As soon as I came out of Armor-Lock a blast from a passing Banshee lowered my shields with a metallic clang and a burst of golden light. In a bit a rage I turned and fired at the banshee, a rookie mistake when I look back at it. As I was shooting the Banshee and Elite tackled me to the ground, I managed to get him off however, but his friends were right behind him, I threw a grenade and killed two of them. One of them elbowed me in the gut, a rather dirty move for an Elite, but I guess they were getting fed up with a lone Spartan III killing all their guys. He then head butted me and before I could react I felt the searing pain of being run through with an energy sword. At first it didn't hurt actually, then the intensity of the heat made it feel like the sword was cooking my insides. The Elite withdrew the sword, big mistake! I punched the Elite in the face and shot him with my Magnum and wounded another Elite but a big guy, a General, jumped on me and plunged another Energy Sword into me and the battle stopped... after that... I don't remember... I died I think.

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The blackness... the eternal blackness... was this really what awaited in the afterlife? I wasn't the religious type or anything but I mean c'mon! Anything would be better than this! But in my mind I began to hear something, beeping... a pulse! What was really years, felt like seconds to me as I opened my eyes and started to gag. I was in a small glass prison filled with a watery substance, I couldn't breathe. I bashed the glass which shattered and let all the fluid out and I gasped for air... it was around now I also noticed I was naked... luckily I found a freshly folded white UNSC Naval officer's outfit on a table nearby, looked like I was expected... I hastily put the clothes on but didn't bother with the hat, personally I think it makes me look retarded. But I noticed a gleam from under the hat, I flicked the hat aside and found a Magnum... but not just any magnum! On the side were tally marks or kills I'd made, it was the same magnum I'd used on Reach. I took it and checked the ammo, a full clip, with one already in the chamber, giving me one extra bullet equaling 13 shots. I left the room I had been in and proceeded down a hall, the walls were all titanium and the lights on the ceiling glowed blue, it was like one of those crazy experiment labs you see on Sc-fi horror movies some times.

Eventually I came to an open room with a large hole in the center of it, I jumped the gap easily enough and entered the next room to meet someone I did not... ok... fuck it... I totally expected her of all people!

"Mom..."

The old woman was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room looking at me, there were two marine guards, one on each side.

"What happened?" I had already gotten over the initial shock of no longer being on Reach, but as to why I was still alive was the real question!

"Welcome back to the world of the living, S-362, or should I say Scorch. Halsey replied.

"Scorch?" I asked "Who?"

"You, you are no longer Lt. Alexander Chyton of Noble team, but rather Scorch-362, a clone."

"Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!" I held up my hands and pushed them forward every time I said whoa "Your telling me, that I've been cloned, and the consciousness of my 'Original' was transferred over into the body?"

"You learn quickly Noble 6"

"Well, is there a reason? I mean not that I don't think it's awesome to still be alive! I can kick some more Covie ass!"

"That brings up another note, we are allied with the Covenant now..."

"WHAT!" I shouted almost chocking on my own saliva and dropping my magnum.

"Well, the Elites and some of the Grunts and Hunters anyways... the rest are open season."

"Mind explaining this to me, slowly?"

*Halsey explains the events of Halo:CE through Halo 3*

Damnit Chief... I'd known him personally actually! He was a good friend at times...

"Anyways we have no missions for you yet... why don't you take a while to get re-acquainted with Reach?"

"Yes ma'am thank you ma'am" and Halsey pointed to an elevator to my left which I took up to the armory room and recovered my equipment along with some new toys.

"Hey Scorch!" Said the Quartermaster "Just so you know, your suits gone under major upgrades!"

"What do you mean?" I asked curious to know if I had any new gadgets.

"Well, the shields recharge nearly three times as fast, some new toys have also been added" he said with a smile that meant only more weapons were involved "First off on your right arm there is a winch, you can use this to scale walls and for any, Unconventional methods of attack. On your left arm you got yer Tacpad which is linked to the Nanite-Transformer on your back" He tapped a small blue circle on the back of my armor.

When I asked what the transformer did he told me it worked like a special inventory, holding all the guns, food, equipment, tools and more, that I could ever need on a mission. He explained that it could even hold vehicle parts and I could build a vehicle from scratch if I had the parts. The Tacpad was also upgraded to allow the warping in of vehicles so long as some were on the Teleporters at UNSC command. Luckily for me, I was the only one with access to them at this time. I nodded and headed out, he also told me that I'd been supplied with an apartment not far from the base and gave me the location.

Once I'd gotten home I finally got to inspect myself... after the cloning process it seemed as though I was in the body of an 18 year old, not a bad age I guess, strong and fast, still not quite as strong as a mid twenty year old but this was an age I liked... despite the memories it brought.

Also as my mind was drifting away I found myself thinking rather perverse things... wait... perverse... after noticing a building pressure I sighed and chuckled and muttered "Welp, sex drive works properly now..." which I wasn't complaining about at all. But I figured it'd be best if I got some rest... as I entered my bedroom I heard a soft voice and I raised my eyebrow and shook it off as nothing, I was about to remove my helmet and armor but the voice got louder.

"Ok... I'm losing it..." but I clearly heard it.

"My servant that exists somewhere in this vast universe heed my call, I wish from the very bottom of my heart and add to my guidance and appear!"

I knocked on the side of my helmet thinking it was some sort of bug or glitch with the suit's new OS. But I was proven false as a hole in space opened up, drawing me into it.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, no, no, no, no!" struggled against the inward force to no avail and was pulled in, hitting my head hard on the ground.

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I was surrounded by dust and smoke but the filters in my helmet let me breath just fine, the impact had collapsed my shields but they quickly re-charged. As the smoke cleared I could begin to see the outlines of many smaller individuals... eventually I could make them out as weird harry potter rejects... all wearing black cloaks and white shirts, black skirts/pants and stockings... the works really. I could hear them speaking as some of them looked me over, it sounded like a dialect of French, of which, I'll admit I'm a bit rusty in... So I turned the translator in my helmet on.

"It's a golem of some sort!" Said one of the Potter kids.

"What is it!?" asked another

"You there!" said a smaller pink haired girl, as to who's hair color I wasn't surprised, hair color got really weird in 2500's so I shrugged it off. "Take your helmet off"

"Nah" I said to which she looked at me with anger and yelled

"Take it off!"

"I can't, if I do, I won't be able to understand you... ok... that's a lie, but my French is very rusty."

"French?"

"Your language sounds similar to another language I know to which I can relate some of your words, but not enough to properly form understandable sentences..." I checked my inventory on my Tacpad and found an earpiece which I retrieved.

"Fine... hold on..." I removed my helmet and put the ear piece in, after which everyone gasped. Was my hair bad? It was short and brown, the gel that was in the cloning vat I was in worked surprisingly well as a hair gel. Oh yeah it may have been my face, I have hazel eyes and a scar across my left eye from a close brush with an Energy Sword.

"Haha! Lousie the Zero has summoned a commoner." Said another pink haired girl with a substantially large bust.

"Shut up!" Yelled the one called Louise. "Mr. Colbert can I try again?"

"I'm afraid that's forbidden, you have summoned this man as a familiar and thus you must finish the contract."

"Oh c'mon!"

"Or you will be expelled."

Louise grumbled and then did something I did not except, she freakin' kissed me. I mean, she looked to be 15 or so, and I was being nice, with a chest that flat I would have said 12! Hence I was a tad disturbed and it took all my willpower to keep from shoving her away. Cuz as I overhear this was something that was required for her school, weird school if you need to kiss a stranger you just met.

It was then that I felt a burning pain on my hand, it was enough to make even a seasoned marine cry in pain, but I just winced and grabbed my hand. I removed my glove and saw a white glowing rune form on the back of my hand.

"What black magic is this!?" I exclaimed

"The contract is sealed, you will now address me as master! It's not every day a commoner gets to be honored with a privilege such as this!"

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"You will wash these!"Lousie yelled at me and threw a bunch or feminine laundry at me.

My helmet was resting on one of the dressers at the time, I held up a pair or her petite pink panties with two fingers and an un-amused face.

"How about... no?" I said bluntly

"No!? You are my familiar and it's your job to obey your master!"

"What's your rank?" I asked

"Huh?"

"Your rank, it's your level of expertise and leadership, it's called Chain-of-Command"

"Ummm..."

"You're a civilian, which as far as I'm concerned, I out rank you."

"Out-rank me!? I'm a noble! You are a commoner, on top of that you are my familiar and I am your summoner, meaning I easily outrank you!"

I scoffed "Well, I'm not your errand boy! I'm a soldier! You want me to do manual labor that involves moving heavy objects, punching a few faces in or blowing something up then sure I can understand that! But doing, a 15 year old girl's tiny laundry is out of the question!"

Then to add insult to injury Lousie added "Or else no food for three days!"

I rolled my eyes and brought up the inventory list on my Tacpad and retrieved a Vector energy bar. "Ok sounds good." And I just stood there eating the bar. "Tell you what, maybe if you say please I'll bring it down to one of the maids."

Lousie started fuming "Or" I added "You can do it yourself." Aaaaand she caved.

"Fine, would you please bring my laundry down" she growled at me in her most hateful voice, I shrugged, close enough I guess... it was a start at least.

I headed down the tower with the basket of laundry and passed a blonde-haired prissy boy who was hitting on a brown haired girl.

"Hey you there!" said the boy

"Yeah?" I asked

"Aren't you Louise's familiar"

"You could say that" I replied "Who's askin'?"

"UH! How dare you speak to a noble in such a tone!"

"Yeeeeaaaaahhhh..." I said with drawn out sarcasm "I don't give a fuck"

"a seal?"

"No, a FUCK! It means... ugh... never mind, I have shit to do." And I kept walking out of the tower passing the tanned, pink haired girl with huge breasts who had laughed at Lousie. It was people like her whom I have problems with, people with no respect, that being said it was raised into question why was I helping this stuck up brat in the first place!

'Cheer up Six, think of this as your first assignment in a new world' I thought with my positive side of my brain, while the negative side retorted 'Yeah, washing laundry is a real epic mission, what next!? Will she want me to roll over and wag my tail!?' I sighed and kept going.

I had changed into my green UNSC sergeant armor and had the standard military cap on, with a holographic eye piece that marines often use as a HUD. It was recording everywhere I went and mapping down the area so I could navigate it better later. I also had my M6G magnum in a holster and an MA5B Assault rifle on my back. I doubted I would need them, but better safe than sorry. I had been wandering around for a while, totally lost even though I had a map, when...

*bump*

Some on backed into me and I dropped the basket spilling the clothing on the ground.

"Ah shit!" I cursed and looked up to see who bumped into me. It was a maid from the stereotypical look of her. She had black hair and brown eyes... and a rather large bust... why is it that almost all the chicks here have huge boobs except Lousie and that Blue haired girl I saw earlier? Just a question!

"S-sorry milord" said the maid as to which I was taken aback.

"Milord? No, I'm afraid your mistaken, I'm just a commoner like you, I'm Lt. Alexander Chyton UNSC Spartan-362, callsign: Scorch"

"Huh?"

"Just call me Scorch or Alexander"

"Oh ok Mr. Alexander"

"And drop the mister part, there is no need for formalities." I said as I began to pick the laundry back up, the maid began to help me. "What about you?"

"Oh, the name is Siesta."

"Siesta? As in like, nap?"

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing..." we finished picking up the laundry "By the way I was looking for the laundry room or a place to do... some laundry" I said, forcing out that last part.

"Well then follow me" she said and we headed towards a small shack with a well next to it. I guess the tech of this world was rather rudimentary. She pulled a bucket up and got a washboard from the shack and started washing the clothing and whenever she finished one I'd take it and go to pin it up on the drying line. While we worked we talked about a few things.

"Your clothing isn't anything from around here is it Mr. Alexander?"

"Stop calling me mister, and no it's not... my home is... elsewhere..." I looked at the sky and the two moons which were beginning to rise. "Very far from here I am guessing... might not even be in this galaxy."

"Galaxy?"

"Well, yeah, where I come from is a planet called Reach in the heart of UNSC space."

"Mind explaining that a bit more?"

"Sure, UNSC is the military force which protects earth and her colonies, Earth is the homeworld, Reach was the main military planet for human forces. We grew quickly but we almost overgrew ourselves! There was an insurrection a while back where rebels from the outer colonies fought against the UNSC, which is how the Spartans were created. We were created to quell the rebels."

"But you never got the chance?" she asked inquisitively, acknowledging the look on my face

"You're smart, that is right, instead the Covenant found us first..."

"Covenant?"

"A collection of fanatic religious alien races who said quote "It is the will of the gods to cleanse the galaxy of the humans, and we, we are their weapon!" and that is basically how the Human-Covenant war started... and we began to lose instantly."

"What changed?"

"The Covenant glassed every human world they came across..." My voice started to crack "Billions upon billions perished..."

"What about you?" she asked nervously as she could hear my mood change.

"I never knew my family, most likely killed by the Covie bastards" I opened my Tacpad and brought up a picture of a glassed world I know all too well. "This was Harvest before glassing..." it was a blue world with beautiful oceans, forests and small cities.

"It's beautiful!" Siesta smiled, then looked at me and noticed my erratic breathing

"This is it... after glassing" it was the same world, all covered in a metallic, black, sharp, inhospitable stone, the land melted beyond repair.

"How..." she held a hand to her mouth "How could they do that?"

"Religion can make a person crazy they say, to die for what you believe in is one thing, but to obliterate an entire race for it? Well screw that! If that's they case then they are the ones who need killing! Hence you can see the cycle of religious war. But in hindsight I guess that similar to all war."

"Did ever win a battle?"

"Of course we did..." I tried to smile "But the costs were almost always high, and it usually didn't last long..."

"Was it worth it?"

I was silent for a while, I didn't mean to cry, but a single tear fell from my eye "I ask myself that all the time" and I noticed that Noble team's dog tags had appeared in my hand. I guess Halsey had left them in my inventory... good...

"I'll just be going now." Siesta said softly

"Thanks, I really needed to get that off my chest." I gathered up the laundry and folded them and put them in the basket. I headed back to Louise's room and put the basket on the floor, Louise was sitting expectantly on her bed and she sighed "What took you so long!?" she demanded.

"I was talking to someone." I gritted out

"Well you were supposed to go there and back! It's been hours!"

I clenched my fists "It was about my home, I needed someone to talk to, and let's face it, you're no good at listening."

"I don't care! Your my familiar and you have a duty to-" her sentence was cut off halfway as the barrel of my MA5B was shoved I her face, I had no intention of killing her, just to intimidate her into shutting the fuck up. It worked before...

"You. Have. No. Idea! What I've been through! I've killed thousands to protect my home, and I've killed hundreds for offending me, you'd be no different. It's one thing to order me around, I'm a soldier, I'm used to that, but to deny me the right! To vent myself about matters which you know nothing about! What will it matter if I take an extra hour to myself, you'll get your fucking shit done in the end! Now shut up and go to sleep, you brat!" Apparently my intimidation worked perfectly as Lousie just sank into her bed and about to cry. Honestly I didn't give a shit at the moment I was so pissed off. I saw the bed of straw and cloth on the ground next to Louise's, it wasn't by far a real bed but on the other hand, I'd had worse... also I was too tired to complain. I changed into my MJOLNIR armor as the padding inside the suit actually was more comfortable then simply sleeping on the ground, also I could add a shader to my visor to keep light out.

I sat down on the bed and drifted off...

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Louise's POV

I tried to stay strong after the display of strength my familiar showed me but I simply couldn't, the power behind his commanding voice held that of experience and aggression. I guess in the end I just drifted off to sleep... not sure what to think about the situation.

Then the dream came...

I was in a classroom, or at least I assumed it was a class room... there were about 50 other students and a glowing pink lady at the front of the room. The lady was talking about tactics, military tactics... to a bunch of 8 year olds! My will was my own, but I couldn't speak, my actions were slowed, like an arm through water, my actions were fluid but delayed. The class was dismissed and I assumed the class was headed to a break, but I was proven wrong, we were taken to a course a small one yes but it was a set of handbars over hanging a stone pit, a fall would easily break a leg. Across the pit was a set of ropes on the ground and after that a long rope with a moving pulley on it. We were forced to run this course again, and again and again. Swinging across the bars, weaving in and out of the ropes, climbing ladders, going down ziplines and more! The instructor yelled at us signaling lunch. We all went into the dining hall, the food was... disgusting. It was all white mush and had no taste what so ever, as a noble I had no intention of eating this, but the course we had run had made me so hungry I didn't care.

The dream fast-forwarded and I felt older, maybe 16 or so. I could hear a loud voice above what sounded like rapid fast gunfire. It was strange gun fire however, it sounded like pops, pings and pews, like "pewpewpew". We were inside a metal box with a door on it, I felt a sudden lurch as the box made contact with something and the door opened.

"Let's go Spartans!" yelled the commander

My will was no longer my own, the body I was seeing all this through charged out the back of the box disregarding all the green and blue flashes of light wising by his or her head. I'm going to assume it is a he by the sounds I'm hearing.

I slammed into a rock pile and looked at my surroundings, it was me and a whole team of the ones they called "Spartans" and a bunch of other guys and girls who didn't look nearly as imposing as us.

We were making a charge at an enemy position who had taken a ridge in a tree line ahead of us, and we were forced to charge at them through an open, empty dirt field with little hiding places. Another Spartan slid next to me.

"Hey..." She said "Hey! Alex! Snap outta it!"

"Sorry" I said with a masculine voice.

"We've trained for this, why are you stopping?"

"Sorry Kat, just... thinking..."

"This is no time for thought this is time for action!"

"Right" I leaded over the rocks and started making for the trees. I could see other human soldiers doing the same, ahead of me there was a squad of three human soldiers shooting at the trees. I saw a huge orb of blue light slam into them. To my horror three of them had been vaporised, their skin melted off and left behind black charred bone, while one unlucky soldier had lived... his lower half charred to bone and screaming his head off crying for his mother. I was chilled by those cries from the doomed man but knew I couldn't stop, I saw another soldier to my left get shot in the head, bits of brain matter exiting from the bullet wound. Then I saw another blue orb headed my way! It hit near me and I was sure I would die, but no, a bright flash of light saved me and forced me on my back. I struggled to get back up, my ears ringing. There was a loud beeping in my ears and then a "weeeeer" sound as another golden light enveloped me, shielding me from harm once again. I kept going and finally made it to the bottom of the ridge. I looked back at the battlefield, which now looked more like a massacre. Bodies were strewn everywhere, the ground that was not blood soaked was charred to a black crisp and turned to glass from the impact of the balls of light. But still quite a few had made it to the ridge, the other Spartan, Kat, joined up with me and nodded at me, we then climbed over the ridge and entered the trees. I then saw who was shooting at us...

There were six of them... three of them had little dog like faces and weird orange and red canisters on their backs and wielded tiny horseshoes that fired green balls of light. Two of them were humanoid in appearance but had long beaklike mouths and feather Mohawks, they wielded the same weapons as the little doglike creatures but had round blue shields on their other arm. The last one was big and humanoid, it had four mandibles that acted at its mouth and wore a navy blue armor, wielding a larger horseshoe but this one was blue rather than green. They scattered and the little ones started shooting at us but we put them down quickly. The birdmen were more difficult to take down but with teamwork; one of us distracting them, opening up an area for another one of us to shoot, made is easier. The last one was a challenge, he threw Kat into a tree and stared at me, honestly I was scared, I didn't know what to do so I began shooting him as he charged me. He slammed me down, knocking my helmet off and roared into my face, all four of his mandibles spread open spraying saliva onto my face. Then another force knocked the blue guy from me, it was green and fast. It slammed into the alien and punched its face in and slit its throat. The man looked at me, and helped me to my feet.

His voice was deep and baritone but he spoke with such confidence and control despite the carnage that was going on. "Come on S-3-6-2 the fight isn't over till it's over!"

I retrieved my helmet and looked at it for a bit, there was no mistaking the steel and golden pattern of color on it, or the thin golden visor over top a black mouth piece with a dual prong-like sun-visor over top the faceplate... this was the helmet of my familiar. Then my familiar spoke...

"Understood... Spartans! Fall in behind the Master Chief!"