On a normal Halo day, this would be the time where we Halo Fanon buddies split up to say: “So long, see ya soon, we’re off to face the Covenant again, and hope that we’ll get back together again as soon as we can tear ourselves away from the console before long.”
We’d tell each other be careful while fighting, to try not to die, and above all be cautious, because we’re in strange territory and we’re fighting with strangers.
However, I disagree. We’re fighting with Noble, but we’re not fighting with strangers. In fact, it feels like I’ve known Noble Team all along.
Carter, Noble One, is CommanderTony. Strict, firm to discipline, and often a rather gruff fellow. Nevertheless, he has a big heart and I look forward to seeing him dive his way through leading Noble Team on Reach.
Kat, Noble Two, is Subbles. Is it because she’s a girl? Nah. Probably it’s because she’s the genius behind every Spartan team in the fight, and possibly the only one to know what on earth “|valign="top" style="padding:10px;"|<div style="background:#000000; padding:10px; text-align:center; -moz-border-radius:?!?!” is supposed to mean.
Jun, Noble Three, is Maslab. Cunning, calm, and always on guard. However, he’s quite the friendly chap, and we’ll be sure not to want to miss a single shot when we know Maslab has trusted them to us.
Emile, Noble Four, is Ajax. Is it any surprise? We’ve all seen what can happen when our Major Berserker goes on the rampage, but that still doesn’t mean we won’t be cheering him on it every step.
And Jorge, Noble Five, is 052, but he’s also our 091. Maybe ‘cause he’s the oldest? Maybe ‘cause he’s the strongest? No, I think it’s the fact that he’s the wisest, and the one with the courage to give a hand to those trampled down below.
There is Noble Team for ya. Hope remains for those on Reach.
Oh, what’s this? You’re sad because you didn’t get mentioned in my post? Well, let’s just say Noble’s not the ONLY ones who are saving the day!
To LOMI, fire those laz0rs. And quote the Bible while you’re at it.
To APS, blow those Brute boys. And check your blind spot while turning a Pelican.
And to 118, shoot. Keep shooting. Don’t stop, shoot. Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot-shootshootshootshootshootshootshootshootshootshootshootshootshootshoot shoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot… You get the idea.
The rest of you, keep fighting. We’ve got spears to tip, nights to solace, wolves to lone, and we've got to look good while at it. The Fall is here. Time to Reach.
P.S. I've been in charge of the whole debacle! Heh heh heh heh heh...