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9/12/2012 8:43:10 PM
Staring up at the sky, Noble Six knew what the outcome of this battle already was. He knew he was surely going to die. He took some time to reflect about his time on planet Reach and then it hit him: he was one of the worst Spartans ever. His career began in the Aviation Janitory Division, a division who's responsibility was to clean any UNSC aircraft using a small Falcon-like vehicle called the Elephant Trunk that dispensed soap and water to clean the other aircraft. Noble Six was the best AJD Spartan there was, mainly because he was the only AJD Spartan. He had been transfered to Noble team as Noble 6 with the codename, "MANSHIELD". His duty was leading Noble team into battle. Only now did he realize that he hadn't really ever done anything on the battlefield. He shot some bullets but never even killed an enemy, all of the other Spartans in Noble had done that for him. But he did get lucky a couple times when they let him drive because that was all he was good at. After he crashed down from space he had even dreamed that he had somehow landed near New Alexandria and saved a bunch of civilians and UNSC troops. When he told Captain Keyes in the med-bay, he was laughed at. That had all come down to this somehow. He was in charge of holding Captain Keyes' blue vodka, which that strange doctor said had chosen him, and was to deliver it to the Pillar of something. He forgot the name already. Now he was here, all alone, and it was time to face death. Now the time for reflection was over and so he grabbed his DMR and began running around shooting, and missing, the quickly approaching enemy but he couldn't stop them. They over-powered him and tossed him to the ground. He tried fighting them off but they were too powerful for him. He saw the final elite heading towards him with an energy sword and then he realized something else. "WAIT!" he exclaimed. The elites looked at each other in confusion and began speaking to one another. No one had ever tried talking to them like that. Finally after about 2 minutes the leader responed, "What is it demon?". "Don't you get it? We're fighting for nothing! None of us even know each other. We have no reason to fight and our leaders are only using us for their war! It's so silly guys!" Six exclaimed in anger. The elites were shocked, they had never even thought about this. They began speaking to one another once more and after a while the leader spoke again. "Demon, you're right. This is tots silly. We don't even know each other. We're going to leave now and go do some group thinking at a coffee house in the Gamma cluster. Tell your race we're sorry." Then all of the Elites left to the coffee house and without them the enemy was defeated. The war was finally over. Six had a peaceful life after that. Shortly after the war he began attending fashion school thanks to financial aid from the UNSC. After two years of hard work, he graduated with a BA in Fashion Design and opened his own fashion line named, "Six's Stitches" and became a billionare. 3 years later he went bankrupt and decided it would be best if he just washed cars again. He lived unhappily for the rest of his life, the end. [Edited on 09.14.2012 9:31 PM PDT]

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