*you are assigned to a new fireteam*
SYN1: welcome to senghelios, im Obsidian. leader of Syndicate team.

Spartan Travis: I'm Travis. But people call me Bluesteel.

SYN: cool, you know why we are here?

Spartan Travis: Recruitment?

SYN: almost, we are here to secure a few important sites for the swords.

Spartan Travis: Alright

SYN: now. what is your specialization?

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: I'm a heavy armor expert

SYN: welcome to Syndicate team. we are a covert ops unit, you ever heard of Noble Team? we are like that.

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: ...

SYN1: now lets roll! *he revs off and drives down a dirt road, some ghosts follow*

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: ...

2: quiet type eh? i respect that.

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: *gets on a warthog with some marines*

SYN1: alrighty then. lets roll.

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: ...

SYN1: hope yore done with the meal, cause we need to roll out, we are on a deadline for this. 2, your with me. travis, you get your own. *SYN2 Hops on SYN1's backseat*

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: *shoots the elites*

2: *turns his gun on travis*
1: *facepalm* you absolute moron.

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: *slides down a cliff*

*you see a large group of elites with the others*

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: *pulls out a MA40* Let's do this

2: huh, using a pistol, you remind me of kat, eh but yeah lets go. *he slides down a cliff*
1: stay with us. got it? *he slides down after 2*

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: Hell yeah! *gets off his warthog* CMON MARINES! GO GO GO! OFF THE WARTHOG, TO THE BATTLEFIELD! *The marines get off*

1: energetic. *pulls out a custom BR*
2: yup, *pulls out a reach era DMR* lets do this.

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: Aye.

1: let's do this. * gets off his mongoose*

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: ...

1: closing in on the site. gear up.

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: Yeah.

2: makes sense, i wasntt untill i was re-augmented.

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: I'm not really a talkative type

1: ah. i see.

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: ...

1: jesus i know we are covert ops but at least comunicate!

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: *presses on the gas pedal*

*you finaly catch up to SYN 1&2*
2: welcome to the party!

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: Damn. I heard rumors of Noble six hiding in a cave or smth.

SYN: how did you get that classified info?

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: Almost...

SYN: indeed.

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: Just a rumor probably

SYN: nope, real, his vitals never turned off. so we found him, augmented him, and now he works with us.

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: *pulls out a ration* Let me get a decent meal first. This armor shit feeds but not enough. I can't focus with a nasty tummy-ache.

SYN1: smart, i keep rations on my mongoose at all times, no matter what.

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: Oh wow. I mean the armor has a built-in feeding system that doesn't feed Spartans enough actually but wow. That's pretty cool.

SYN: and speak of the devil. his callsign changed. heyo SYN2!
Nobl- imeanSYN2: hey commander.

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: ...

SYN1: well, we have a mission assignment, we are a small team, 2 origionaly, now 3. so we use small vehicles like the mongoose, or warthog.

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: *pulls out a nutrient bar and eats it*

SYN1: *is wheeling out 2 jet-black mongooses*

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: ...

SYN1: yup, thats 6, he got a more experimental augmentation, he is also a little bit more uncomfortable with all of the elites around. but he is adjusting. *SYN2 accidentaly cracks a plastic crate in his hands*

Spartan Bluesteel Travis: I guess i hear the term ''Noble Team''

SYN: its not a term, its a name, they were the last people on reach, they were integral to the dicovery of the first halo, almost all of them died, except for former spartan jun A-266. they worked for ONI, and they were good. they did shit that people still dont know about except for some really special people, and they almost saved reach.