A Strange World
The only identification was his id: spartan-b312, noble six. a serial number, his designation. the spartan gently traced the studded title on his chestplate, armored digits shaking imperceptibly.
Unbroken
"spartans are different. we were raised to be warriors, without a fight, we have no idea what to do." six replied, giving jake a rare view into spartan psyche. it was true, most if not all spartans lacked a certain...humanity, ironically.
Absent Horizons
Six chuckled, what exactly did a spartan do after a battle?
a mission gone wrong...or perfectly
He was the elite, the perfect spartan. i was spartan #559. chief was #117. the legendary numbers. even after he dies, if he ever does, it will never again be used. well, i think that that's about enough.
When All Is Lost
The spartan heard the voice of ivanova at his side. _“he's going to die."_ “don't count him out yet, spartan. just like all the others, he's fighting to save his home.
Verdict
The spartan would only use their equipment when if unavoidable or he found one that suited his requirements. staring at his assemblage of weapons, the spartan could not help but wonder if there was even a point to all of this.
Sangheili Bonds
spartans. comparing her master to these spartans, sheia could draw several conclusions.
Duty
Knowing this, the spartan made a decision. jake and razor, still celebrating their small victory, were surprised to see the spartan's jet roar past them.
Engaged at the Relay
Most spartans didn't know what sex was, much less how it worked.
Confrontations Part 1
The giant armored spartan stretched stiffly, revving up cramped muscles.
When It All Falls Down
That was at least, until the spartan stepped forwards. bill still had the footage saved on his command terminal.
His Majesty's Dragoness: Prologue
He and spartan were far from defenseless, and if a fight was what the french wanted, a fight was what they would get. spartan, already high in the night sky, beat his wings harder, shooting forward like a cannonball.