4,894The sound of his heavy boots hit the light snow beneath him, creating a crunching noise. The continent he was in was currently called Atlas, known for its rather strong military. Over the course of a few days and nights, he had learned that there was an evil known as Grimm, the stuff of nightmares apparently feared by most. He had the pleasure of dealing with a few of them. They were about as troublesome as a group of Grunts, only thing was that Grunts had tactics and could change the turn of a battle at the cost of their lives, something Grimm don't do half the time.
The wind blew to the side of him as he walked without a direction. What more could he do other than walk in hopes of finding something? He didn't have the UNSC to give him orders, he didn't have a goal to complete, and he didn't have anything to keep him occupied. He was just... wandering. From what the locals said about this planet, they had never achieved space travel nor even launched a satellite into space which meant their technology was severely lacking. Going to the military was off limits; never in his life would he work with a foreign power, even if it meant he would live at the top. Wearing another uniform other than the one the UNSC provided for him was like dishonoring all that he worked for. He followed their protocols, nobody else's.
He walked for a long time, presumably a day or two until he reached a rather quiet town. People entered and exited it without a care in the world, some even looked at him while he just went by them. His cloak covered his entire body and the hood did a remarkable job in covering his helmet, the less people knew about him the better. What he was looking for was a shop or something to gather more Dust, food, and supplies. Sleeping in the wild was kind of relaxing and it kept his skills sharp when he fought experienced Grimm and some less than savory individuals. After wandering for several minutes and looking around he found a rather small shop that held at least food and water.
A bell jingled as he opened the door and stepped inside, browsing the selection. Some minutes passed by and he had brought numerous canned items that would serve him well and managed to find a small bag to hold the items. The cashier wasn't paying attention and didn't notice him until he put the items on the counter. She jumped in surprise and laughed sheepishly as she scanned the items, occasionally glancing at him. It was rude of her to stare but she couldn't help but shudder around him; it was like a wolf staring down its prey before lunging in for the kill.
"Is that all?" She asked, throwing him a kind smile. In reality she wished that he would kind of just leave, not that she had a problem with him but something about the way he was around her made her feel somewhat fearful.
"Yes. Thank you." His cold voice replied, making her wince. He threw some lien cards down and exited the store, those cards were stolen off of the bandits he killed previously and saw that they were the form of currency of this planet. She finally released the breath she didn't realize she was holding as soon as he exited the store.
When he exited the store and headed towards the next one that held Dust, he stopped in the street when he heard a scream and turned to see a Grimm tackle a guard at the front gate before sinking its jaws into his neck, killing him instantly. Civilians pushed past him and ran from the Grimm while he just stood there motionless as they went in their homes. Some of the guards tried to usher him into getting inside and one even tried to force him inside one of the buildings but was failing miserably. A red blip on his motion tracker made him grip the guard's collar and swing him around to narrowly avoid the lunge of a Beowolf.
It roared at him in response to his intervention but soon found a DMR round piercing its skull. He managed to bring out his weapon faster than anyone could blink and kill the offending Grimm effortlessly. Some of the people staring from their windows widened their eyes when he took off his cloak and bag then threw them to the side to reveal his large figure. He was a healthy 6'9 armored titan that seemed to have two weapons.
Two shots rang out and two Grimm fell before they could pounce on guards, making them quickly look to see an armored man heading towards them. In the span of a few seconds, he was next to them firing into the horde of Grimm. He was a lot quicker than some of them had imagined and it disturbed them a bit to see a man that large be that fast but they were glad he was on their side. The guards at the gate fired into the horde of Grimm that were quickly rushing towards them. Four shotgun shells being discharged and two Ursa and two Beowolves were dead at their feet. Some of the guards glanced to see Six's shotgun barrel smoking a bit before he fired two more shells and two more Grimm fell down. His reloading speed made some of the more veteran guards jealous as they watched him load shell after shell with speed and grace.
He switched back to his DMR and fired seven rounds into the Grimm, killing seven with smoking holes in their heads. One of the guards screamed as a larger Beowolf gained ground on them at a fast pace, ignoring most of their rounds as it honed in on them. It managed to lunge towards one of them but quickly found its prey whipped to the side when Six hauled the smaller guard and watched as the large Beowolf skid against the ground. He suddenly took off while it was recovering and kneed it in the face, listening to the cracking of its armor and saw blood fly from its snout.
It roared at him and swiped downwards but he just leaned out of its attack and curled his fist, sending it rocketing towards it's snout once again. Bone cracked and teeth flew as another roar escaped its lips. Rounds pelted it from the guards at the gate, who had finished dealing with the oncoming horde, and were assisting Six. It roared at them but yelped in pain when he slammed his foot against its leg and broke its leg. He watched its large body fall to the ground and jumped high into the air, letting his combined weight of the armor and his own to slam against its head, making it explode in a shower of blood and gore.
Everything was quiet for a while as some of the townspeople slowly came out of their homes and stores to look around. Soon their eyes wandered to him as he silently went back to his tattered cloak and bag before putting his weapons on his back then slink the cloth around his body and let it cover him again. He could feel their eyes on him but that didn't matter, as he was about to leave the town he was stopped by someone and that led to everyone in town crowding around him, thanking him for saving them. All he really answered was their questions about what he needed. They gave him some Dust, some supplies to bathe himself once he figured out how to get his armor off, some more supplies, and some money after some reluctance on his part. He didn't even enjoy being rewarded this much for saving them but it's not like he could talk them out of anything at the moment.
"You should stay, I mean you must be tired." One of the people said.
"I'm fine. I just needed supplies." He answered curtly. Some looked at him and saw him begin to walk back out into the wild. They didn't even get to ask for his name, all they managed to get was his description of his armor.
The most prominent thing was the black wolf howling in front of a white moon insignia.
There was a tiny objective on his mind, head to a new continent. As much as he enjoyed the snow, it got quite tiresome after trekking through it for the last several days. He had been travelling for several days and after much experimentation, had managed to find a way to get his armor off by himself and put it back on. This served him well since he had to relieve himself and bathe. He usually slept in caves or in trees that were strong enough to hold his weight.
It was around that time when he sent another distress signal from the TACPAD then continued to walk towards the port. From what he understood from the map, there was a shipping area that housed numerous ships. One of those ships could possibly take him some place other than the snow, it was annoying to see nothing but white all the time. He wanted to see some green, a little bit of red, even some orange wouldn't hurt but nothing but pure white snow was going to drive him nuts.
A hollow blip on his radar made him stop walking, letting the wind blow his cloak to the side and partly reveal his armored legs. More blips appeared around him and had him surrounded but that didn't really make him nervous like most. He had a small hunch that someone would eventually find him, he had saved two settlements in the last few weeks so it would be foolish to think that word didn't travel fast. Instead of waiting to figure out who was surrounding him, he just started to walk again. If these people wanted to have a conversation then they would be disappointed, if they wanted to fight then they better start praying because he would show no mercy to them.
He saw the blips follow him until he was in a snowy clearing, the oddly broken moon illuminated the night as the wind kept blowing to the side of him. After a few minutes of walking in the clearing he stopped and finally looked over his shoulder to see some people following him. Despite them thinking they were well blended, they weren't. He didn't even need to look at his motion tracker to see that they were following him, it was just that he knew they were there. They just stared at him while he did the same before turning back around and continuing to walk.
Their blips suddenly turned red as one of them rushed at him from behind. He moved to the side and equipped his knife. The attacker barely caught the shimmer of the blade before their world when black when he shoved it in their skull. A wet, squelching noise broke the silence as he ripped the knife out and fully turned to see several attackers. The blood dripped down from his knife and landed in the snow with a soft impact sound.
Some of the attackers stood at the ready before parting ways when a woman with a rather strange mask stepped out in front.
"You have some skill to take on members on that settlement a week and a half ago. They were some of the more competent members." She complimented with a mock clap. The air was tense as the group stared at the lone man who took out a member in half a second with no hesitation at all. His eyes flicked to each one quickly as he took in their features before closing them and opening them once more. They saw him spread his feet slightly and flip his combat knife in a reverse grip then standing still as a statue.
She whistled and two bandits sped towards him, each one raising their weapons, only to fall over dead when he brought out his shotgun quicker than anyone could blink. That little knife stance was merely a deception, it worked perfectly since those dead attackers were none the wiser. The shells clattered against the snow and bounced once before coming to a standstill as he continued to stare at them.
Three bandits came rushing at him and he put away his shotgun and took out his knife, parrying the first slash at him before countering it with a throat slash. The second one swung at him twice while the third came from behind and stabbed at his back. He moved out of the way as the machete impaled the second one before he grabbed the third one by his neck and held him high with one hand. He gagged violently and tried to hit Six's arms but suddenly went limp when the Spartan applied pressure on his neck and broke it like a stick.
Snow kicked up when he dropped the body then went back to staring at the group, who's numbers were dwindling rapidly. It set them on edge and even the leader was beginning to grit her teeth. She had seen his armor and weapons and that desire to have all of it clouded her mind, on the other hand, she wanted him in her ranks. His skills meant they could train new recruits and have more successful raids.
"... It seems we have underestimated you." She gritted her teeth.
"It seems you have." He spoke for the first time. His cold voice seemed to have a lower temperature than the air outside.
"Huh, and here I thought you were some Atlas death machine. Good to know that you're human." She smirked.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"At first, your supplies but now that I see you're a capable fighter so I'll cut you a deal. If you-" She didn't get to finish when he started to walk again.
"No." He interrupted.
"No? No?! Don't you turn your back on me!" She shouted.
"I'm wasting time listening to a piece of human garbage. I'd rather reach my destination then listen to you monologue about me joining you." He answered curtly. It was true, he had somewhere to be and she was wasting precious time. He needed to find some place that would be different and the military was after him. Yes, he knew the military of this world was after him after he saved those two settlements. Word travels fast around here.
"You... you bastard!" She bellowed and shot towards him. His motion tracker caught sight of her speeding figure and he turned around just in time to avoid a rather wide slash of her sword. He recognized her sword as an odachi, a rather large sword meant for long slashes. Despite it being a rather large sword, she was swinging it extremely quick. It kept him on guard most of the time but years of dodging bullets, plasma, and energy swords honed his skills.
A horizontal slash made him duck underneath the blade but then quickly twist out of the way when she followed up with a vertical slash. She slashed at him twice before sending a kick out, to which he parried and sent an open palm to her solar plexus. Her air supply was cut off and she couldn't inhale or exhale, giving him the window to send a series of quick, but strong, jabs to her face and chest. When she recovered enough air and slashed at him, he had to hold up his forearms to block her quick strike. The shields flared up and he saw it take a portion of it off but also saw her blade snap. Her eyes slightly widened and he took this opportunity to grip her arm and flip her over his shoulder, equipping his knife and thrusting it towards her, sending the blade deep into her shoulder and splashing the snow with blood.
Her scream made his eyes flicker to his motion sensors to quickly let her go and spin out of the way of a torrent of rounds sent towards him. His DMR was brought out quickly fired a single round, striking the attacker in the skull and splattering the pristine white ground with blood and brain matter. Before any of the other ones could react, he fired three more rounds and killed three more bandits before turning his attention back to the woman.
She growled at him and air kicked up behind her as she rocketed towards him and began to slash at his unguarded parts. Her eyes narrowed in fury when he would either parry her attack or simply dodge, very rarely would she be rewarded with a successful hit but his shields otherwise took a majority of the damage. More rounds pelted his body and tore into his cloak and he reacted by firing two rounds into another bandit, killing him quickly then turning back to the woman once again.
If looks could kill, he'd be dead where he stood because she was glaring at him while putting her broken sword back in his sheath then bringing it out again with a different colored blade. This one was a dark purple, almost black color, and every time she swung at him it felt like gravity itself was pushing against him. He moved out of a diagonal swing and kneed her in the stomach, watching as her eyes widened in pain before he gripped her hair and threw her onto the ground.
She swung at his feet but he jumped quickly then slammed his right foot on her offending wrist. The snapping of bone met his ears and her scream echoed in the night while some of her assailants widened their eyes at the noise. He ignored her scream then slammed his foot against her face, breaking the mask and her nose in the process while breaking her wrist even further. Did they really think he'd show mercy in this fight? Mercy in a fight like this only meant one's downfall and he'd be damned if he showed any to these filth.
He had to roll to the side when a hammer struck the ground next to him then swung at him again. This time, he gripped the hammer tightly and made the attacker's eyes widen before he wretched the weapon out of the man's hands then swung it with all his might. That sickening crack of the skull made him smirk and the snapping of the man's neck made him shake his head at the foolish attempt of an attack. He looked back to see the rest of the bandits shaking in their boots before they turned tail and ran away. It made him scoff at this.
There was groaning and he turned back to see the woman that attacked him starting to crawl away while blood leaked from her nose profusely. She heard the sound of snow crunching behind her and crawled towards her weapon but was dragged away from it. A large hand gripped her throat and hauled her high off the ground with one hand, making her stare into the black visor of the Spartan.
"I merely wanted to leave this continent and you had the audacity to stop me..." He said calmly, too calmly in her opinion. It was like a predator staring at its latest prey before sinking its jaws into it.
"I could've shown you a way off if you would've joined me." She managed to get out.
"At the cost of being a parasite like you. I'd rather die alone than stoop to your levels." He bit back coldly. She used her right unbroken fist to punch him in the visor but widened when he caught it and twisted it with a sickening crunch. She screamed once again in pain before gagging when he tightened his grip immensely. Her feet dangled as she kicked his chest but was met with a metal that was harder than she had ever dealt with.
In a last ditch effort, she opened up a portal and used an immense amount of aura that was poured into her legs to kick him. It made him stumble and loosen his grip on her which she used to kick off and fall into the portal, effectively closing it behind herself before the monstrous man before her could enter.
He stood there for a while, confused as to what just happened. The woman that had broken wrists managed to escape him by opening up a portable warp drive that was about the size of him. His new objective was to find this woman again, if she had slipspace technology then there could be a chance that he could find his way back home and get back to the UNSC. It did irk him a little bit that this thieving, wasteful sack of skin had that technology and used it to steal from less fortunate people.
The wind blew onto his already tattered cloak, which now had bullet holes in it, and snapped him out of his thoughts. He walked to the bodies and took off his cloak and bag before starting to loot the bodies for supplies. It was a shitty thing to do but he didn't care at this point, he did it with fallen comrades and he'll do it to these scum if it meant he had supplies to survive. What he found was some lien cards that he could use to purchase items, some ammunition that didn't match his so he ignored it, some food, and a little bit of other stuff that he found useful.
Once he was done looting the corpses, he went back and started to walk again. It wasn't his fault this people chose to live in such a dangerous condition. It's not like he wanted to kill them but they had made their choice just as he had; only difference was that he had better training than these buffoons.
He was just trying to survive, not his fault he was the predator instead of the prey.
It took a few more days before he even remotely reached the docks and another day to sneak on a ship. He had managed to catch a ride on a cargo ship by creeping inside one of the containers. That familiar feeling of the crane picking it up and lowering it on the ship is what made him sigh in relief. It was maybe an hour in when he felt the full weight of the fatigue hit him. He took off his helmet and set it next to him before closing his eyes and letting the sweet embrace of slumber take a hold of him.
His sleep ended up being around six good hours and he felt well rested from it. A few stretches and he put his helmet back on and slowly opened the crate door with a loud groan. It was night outside and the cold air from before was replaced with a moderately cool to warm one. He really didn't have a destination in mind but he did enjoy the solitude for the most part, it was like he was a civilian that just traveled for the hell of it. Another reason is if was found by some lowly bandits then who's to say the military wouldn't find out about him and try to either capture him or persuade him onto their side? Not that he would.
He didn't know where this ship led to but he had an idea that it was headed towards some tropical area or moderately warm area. Thoughts of Reach hit him like a train and it was at this moment did he truly feel the weight of the deaths of Noble. All their deaths hit him like a train and guilt started to fill his heart a bit. It wasn't like he hated being on alone but being on a team showed him companionship that he wasn't accustomed to. After ten minutes of wallowing in self-guilt, he pushed those emotions down. They were gone shortly after. Each member beside Jun, that he knew of, was gone and nothing would change the fact.
Darkness filled his vision again as he closed his eyes and let slumber take his body. Sleeping like this wasn't like him but he didn't disagree with the amount of quiet time and decided to indulge a bit. Have to enjoy the little breaks when the universe gives it to you.
The loud blaring of the fog horn made him open his eyes quickly and look around to see he was still in the crate. He looked at his TACPAD to see a whopping week had passed by, making his eyes widen in alarm. His body must have shut down for some reason and put it into a sort of rest mode from the lack of sleep he's experienced for the last few weeks. Sleeping this long meant he was slacking and slacking meant punishment in his eyes. Before he could take off and get to training, he did an assessment of his situation. In a crate, check. Tattered cloak and bag, check. On an uncharted planet with no way of getting back home, check. A breath he didn't know he was holding was released from his mouth and he stretched a bit before going to the container and opening the door.
There were workers unloading the crates and he decided that now was the perfect opportunity to leave and head in a direction. He peeked over the railing to see if anyone was looking in his direction and used it to spring off and land on the concrete with a loud cracking noise. People looked at the crater that seemed to come out of nowhere and just barely managed to see a cloak disappear around the corner. They looked at the spot for a few more seconds then went back to what they were doing.
Meanwhile, he just crept through the shipping containers until he found an opening and went through it. Pretty soon, he was in the streets brushing past people without a care in the world of what they thought of him. Some looked and stared at his gigantic figure while others just went about their day.
He walked for a long time, until the sun was dipping over the horizon. He spotted a rather large gate and a store next to it, it was a supermarket he saw back in that Atlas, or the snow continent. His supplies were getting low and he had deduced that he had enough funds to pay for a few items then head out once again.
The supermarket had more canned goods and some water to fill his canteen up with along with some medical supplies. He was busy browsing some of the selection and looking at the nutritional value on some of the items. When he was done looking at the things he wanted to purchase, he loaded a stack of them onto the counter and watched as the clerk scanned the items with boredom. The whole time he noticed something about the man in front of him. He had horns.
"That'll be forty lien." The man said. He was met with silence and looked up to see Six staring at him from underneath his hood. It was silent and the air began to get heavy with tension.
"S-sir?" The man asked.
"You have horns." Six stated while tilting his head a bit.
"Yeah? What of it?" The man snapped.
"Nothing. Never seen someone with horns on their head before." Six stated before throwing a few lien cards onto the counter then leaving without another word. He didn't seem to notice the odd look of the clerk's face as he walked towards the gate, where more people with animal parts were blocking. They had signs up and seemed to be protesting. Despite the fact that people from both inside the city and outside were trying to make their way through. It brought a small frown to his face. People were trying to go about their day but this group was too busy protesting in the middle.
As much as he wanted to intervene, this wasn't his fight. Getting in the middle of this meant creating an unnecessary conflict and it was something he wasn't fond of. So in favor of just staying out of it, he merely did something that stopped a few of them. He walked straight into the middle of the crowd and brushed through them. A lot of them merely went silent as they witnessed a clothed behemoth go through them without a care in the world. Some managed to get a peek underneath his hood and backed off immediately. A single sentence from his cold voice made them all go stiff.
"Do not cause unnecessary conflict with innocents... or I'll stop you faster than you can blink." He merely whispered. While his voice was quiet, the group of protesters felt a cold chill go down their bodies and took an involuntary step back when he walked past them, into the wild silently, never once looking back.
The days seemed to slip by as he traveled in this new continent. It was a nice change of pace from seeing all the snow. He had learned that this continent was called Mistral, it seemed to be rich in forestry and some of the greenery calmed him at times. It was a good thing he had stocked his back to the brim in supplies because it would probably be a while until another town popped up. He pulled out his map and saw that he wasn't even close to another town and sighed before going back to walking. There were times when he wished that he had a vehicle, maybe then travelling wouldn't be so bad. Yet, walking truly was relaxing at times. It often made him appreciate think how his life could've been normal had he not been trained to be a Spartan. His hate for the Covenant clouded every rational thought in his young mind at the time but there was nothing that could be done now.
While his mind wandered, as did his body, a small clearing came across him. There seemed to be someone lying on the ground. As he approached them, he noticed that they were bleeding heavily and barely clinging onto life. When he finally arrived at their battered body, he took in their features; female, red and black hair, silver eyes that was slowly fading, a black blouse, and a rather white cloak that was slowly bleeding to red. Her breathing was labored and part of him was about to stand up and leave but a small part of him had put another Spartan in her place, it made him sigh. It was always troublesome being in situations like these, he was a killer not a savior.
Kneeling down and rummaging through his bag, he found some gauze and alcohol then began to wrap her wounds. While it wouldn't heal her, it would at least stop her bleeding until he could find either a hospital or a local town to drop her off at. It took a while and she was barely clinging to life but he managed to stop her bleeding and, as gently as he could, pick her and carry her. She had eaten into his medical supplies deeply and it made him scowl a bit but sigh when he realized he was getting greedy. A person at death's doorstep was slowly dying and the most he could think of was himself.
The last thing the woman saw was her reflection as she stared at the pitch black visor underneath the tattered cloak before the sweet embrace of unconsciousness engulfed her and filled her mind with darkness.
She woke up with a gasp and looked around wildly. The last thing she remembered was fighting a man with a scorpion's tail in a clearing then losing. He was extremely quick and lethal, aiming to kill right off the bat and he almost did. As she tried to sit up, a sudden wave of pain engulfed her body and made her lie back down on the ground. Her eyes blinked and she saw that she was lying down in a cave, one that was possibly near a settlement. She was lying on her cloak but another one was covering her, it was a tattered cloak that had seen better days but it was remarkably soft for some reason.
"You're awake." A voice to her left said. It made her jump in surprise and whip her head to the source, making both her eyes widen in alarm when she saw an absolute hulking, armored titan sitting on the ground. A fire was the only thing that really separated them and silence had basked both of them for a while. She couldn't tell if he was breathing or not due to his armor but was slightly put off by how he kept his gaze on her.
"I suppose you have questions." He said, stoking the fire while occasionally glancing at the entrance of the cave.
"Yes." She said hoarsely.
"Good, because I have some also." He said. It was silent for a while before she finally steeled herself to ask him some.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"A simple wanderer. Next." He said curtly.
"Why'd you save me?" She asked.
"It was either let someone with some information die or try to keep them alive and have them answer questions of mine." He answered. A small part of her felt her stomach drop for some reason, it was like she was just an informant to him.
"I... I don't have anything else to ask unfortunately." She said tiredly.
"Then you will answer mine." He stated. It wasn't a request or a question, it was a simple fact. She would answer his since he answered hers. His questions heavily outweighed hers and they were strange. Every single one of them made her tilt her head in confusion but answer them regardless, she picked up a few things when talking to him. He tensed slightly when he thought he heard a noise, his senses were sharper because he could hear and see things that she didn't even pick up on, his voice was cold and robotic, and he didn't seem to have that much of a sense of humor. She told him her name and what she did before telling him about her family unintentionally.
"Your name is Summer Rose, you have two daughters, a husband, and are a Huntress working for an individual named Ozpin." He summarized.
"Yeah... I mumbled a lot of it out, didn't I?" She laughed sheepishly.
"You did. I suggest you stop that if you are to be in this line of profession." He advised.
"Who are you to tell me?" She pouted quietly.
"Someone who knows how to hold valuable information." He answered. She jumped slightly when she realized how loud that question had been. It went silent for a while as she just stared up at the cave ceiling in boredom then turned to her armored companion, or stranger if she would call him.
"So... what should we do when we get out of here?" She asked.
"Excuse me?" He looked at her.
"I asked what should we do once we get out of this cave?" She asked.
"Find a nearest town and drop you off." He answered.
"Then what after that?" She asked.
"You rest and go back to your family." He said.
"What about you?" She asked.
"Do not worry about it Mrs. Rose." He said.
"... I mean, I should worry. You saved my life." She said.
"That is an invalid reason for you to worry about me. We will part ways after this ordeal." He said curtly.
"Hmm... if you say so." She sighed before perking up. "Oh! What's your name?" She asked in an upbeat tone.
"Don't have one... now rest." He ordered.
"Can I call you Wolf?" She asked, flipping onto her stomach with a grimace.
"Call me whatever you want, now rest." This time it wasn't up for debate. He wanted her to rest so her wounds could heal but also so she would stop talking. She was much too loud for his taste, it was almost as if Jun was stuck inside a female's body and never had an off switch.
She grumbled underneath her breath before closing her eyes, a noise made her crack her eyes open and look in his direction but his person was blocked by the flames. Luck must've been on her side if she wasn't dead.
I am back again, hello. I don't really have much to say other than here's another chapter and let's get right into the reviews. Also, thank you all for reading this, it did a lot better than what I expected.
Guest: Here's another chapter.
Devildoge1176: Here's another chapter for you, Marine.
Ronmr: Like before, here's another chapter.
Specter343: That's what I'm saying, Spartans shouldn't be that open.
Gadget tron: The idea of him being a vigilante is intriguing to be honest but the whole Summer and him relationship is kind of... odd in a sense. It doesn't sound like a bad idea but the way I set up the story, it wouldn't work. Simply because I don't want it to be a story of how a Spartan falls in love and such but of how they have to adapt to their unknown surroundings and find a way back to where they belong. Plus, Ruby has already been born in this story so it wouldn't work out even if he did make a relationship with Summer. Sorry about that.
sacke110: That's what I'm trying to go for to be honest.
Guest: Here's another chapter.
TheGreatSeeker: I'll try to progress it steadily.
The Baz: Actually, Six would be around twenty years old. He was in the same company as Kat and she was twenty-two years old when she died on Reach. I'm pretty sure you're thinking of Gamma Company. That company usually consisted of children and had drugs pumped into their bodies to give them the appearance of adults. The drugs also were given prior to their augmentations through their diet for these reasons. I just thought I'd clear that up.
Josephi: I think I'd have him more of a unknown anomaly that simply does his business than have him work for Ozpin.
Thanks everyone for giving this story a read and a chance, it simply means a lot to me to be honest. I'd like to clear some things up before I head further into the story. Six will not be paired with anyone, nor will he work with anyone like Atlas or Beacon. He doesn't trust anyone other than himself and would rather die than give himself up. Just because he travels with some people for a short amount of time doesn't mean he trusts them one bit, he only saved Summer because he needed information from her on where he was and is probably going to leave her the chance he gets.
He may be cold and cruel to some but that doesn't mean he'll ignore civilians when they're in danger. His whole existence was meant to be a defender of humanity and if it means he'll kill any threat that does so then so be it. He's a Spartan, not a confused teenager that feels the need to share everything he knows. Not shitting on other stories, by the way.
Anyways, that's all I'm going to write and if you read my other stories then you know the golden rule. So, have a happy fourth of July and I'll catch you all on the flip side, take it easy.