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Noble Six, status: MIA
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As the Pillar of Autumn was flying away, Noble Six's mind was racing "If I can't find a way off this planet, I'm going to make sure a lot more of these buggers go down with me".
Six's radar showed two friendly units in proximity - USMC troops. The shrill screech of a Banshee is the last thing one of the troops heard as a bomb descends a meter from his location.
Before the Banshee had time to make another pass Six and the one remaining troop turned to see the daunting profile of a Wraith emerging through the fog of war.
Drop-pods began pounding the ground behind them as the Wraith continued to make its calm advance, like an executioner.
"Open ground is certain death for me now" thought Six, "most likely without getting the chance to even the score a little." He quickly decided that engaging as many enemies as possible in close-quarters would be his best bet.
As he turned to the drop-pods Six for the first time felt the gravity of a lose-lose situation. A squad of Zealots, some of the Elites' finest were readying their arms and they didn't just bring Plasma Repeaters to play, they brought the whole Covenant arsenal.
He turned to the one remaining ally he had on this planet, the last friend he'd ever make and there was only one thing to say "Hooah Marine".
The two started at a dead sprint towards the Zealots who made guttural warcries that echoed through the canyon in acceptance of the challenge.
Half-way there the Marine was shredded by Needle Rifle shards and screamed in agony as they simultaneously exploded.
Plasma Launcher projectiles and Fuel Rods stuck and bounced off the ground around Six, a direct hit from a Concussion Rifle knocked the helmet clean off of his head.
His momentum was the only thing that kept him going, hardened training the only thing that kept him conscious. Six reached behind his back and pulled forward two Fragmentation Grenades, using the nose of a downed Falcon as a platform he vaulted over the front row of Zealots in to the middle of the pack.
With his grenade packed fist he delivered all of his force in to a punch crushing the mandible of his targeted Zealot. Landing on top of him he held the grenades with mere seconds left on the fuse to either side of the aliens' head.
For the first time he looked upon his enemy, face to face, smelt his breath and looked in to his eyes. He thought he saw a flicker of something.. regret.
With one last blood curdling howl Six screamed "-blam!- YOUUUU!", but then in his last moments of life Six saw the entire squad of Zealots smash their fists to the ground as they activated Armour Lock.
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[Edited on 04.07.2011 5:24 PM PDT]