All odst’s report to the odst drop pod bay for mission the computer said
“hey knight you coming?”
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Remember the war still rests on your shoulders comic
Seeing that knight is not coming he went to the odst area
“Odst’s your mission is infiltrate an ONI base that was taken over by the covenant destroy all data and each of you bring back on weapon for us to examine”
after briefing the ship was above the classified planet were in their pods ready
“alright men as you guys say were dropping to hell” says roland
then the pods launched
“Hey comic you there”
rook yells on the radio still flying through the atmosphere
Yep. Burps from too many Promethean specials Wazzup?
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“Well I am just breaking atmosphere in my pod and can you tell me one of your jokes because it’s my first drop and I need something funny to think of”
Oh-my-DST, you want a joke? Now? Well, I guess I’ll have to WartHog the spotlight, and my puns may give some people facePalmers, but doing these jokes, I don’t feel one bit Guilty Spark about them.
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Laughs
“what you just said was funny and enjoy that burger I got nothin but MRE’s the next few days”
loses radio range
The pod hits the ground rook goes uncouncous when he awakes he will have to face the lose of the other odst’s and face something that is always hungry that devours any planet it meets and he must face it alone (I am not so sure about the alone part if knight which is also an odst comes to the mission)
Wakes from 3 hours of sleep
“Ugh comic you still there”
he then realizes he was unconscious and sent to the med bay of the ONI base
Regains consciousness in the med bay.
Doctor walks up.
“Agent J25, you are free to go.”
“Thanks Doc.”
Know one is aware of rooks current status the mission was classified and only odst’s were sent down knight comic and gears (J25) the last transmisision was rook and comic talking
Heads down to the bar.
“Hey barkeep! I never got that burger I ordered yesterday!”
Rook reaches the control room were the others should be only sees blood fresh blood
“what the”
he sees the files were almost deleted but he downloaded them he wanted to no what was going on here
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“I am sorry agent J25 knight was an odst and all odst’s went on a mission on the planet below but knight didn’t go he disappeared” says roland
“CRAP! Roland, prep a Pelican! I need to get to Rook!”
“Prepping a Pelican for you now Agent.”
FE17 strolls into the bar, looking puzzled
Walks up to the barkeep
“What in the name of Preston J. Cole has happened here in the few days since I left?”
Surveys the clientele
“Hmm. Only this far in, and we’ve already ruined the original storyline and launched a reboot? What is this, a superhero franchise?”
Doesn’t wait for an answer, just leaves
After rook got the intel he set up a emergency beacon in the base to signal the infinity
“hello anyone”
he moved through endless halls then he heard something moving
“hello”
then the door opened a creature burst at him he opened fire then realized it was the leader of the odst mission
“what the hell happend to you!!”
still opening fire then it dropped
he looked the files and found that the scientist were experimenting on living foods that escaped and killed everyone
rook looks at the commander realizing he had all the odst’s IFF tags so he took them
Sam hadn’t been awake for Rook’s sudden appearance and apparent Tarot reading of his life. He was grateful. Reliving the memories of war time were better than listening to some jag pretend to know his life. Keeping his head to the table, he let himself drift off again.
Fade to black. With a blink, Sam was back on the streets of Dirge, riding shotgun in a commandeered police interceptor next to Wallace “8-Ball” Pekwarsky. Wally was a law student, served with a number of auxiliary police, so he knew how to handle their fast and nimble Genets. “Spaceport’s up ahead,” he said, ramming the gear shift in place, putting the pedal to the floor.
Sam readied his SMG, resting it on the dashboard. Ahead, the insurgents were forming a line, hoping that they would act as a roadblock. No doubt, they had already been tipped off to the team’s approach. “Alright, we got one shot at this. When we get in–Eightball, Yuki–you stick around and clear the tarmac. Rookie,” he said to the female Helljumper behind him. He hadn’t yet caught her name. “You’re with me. We’re hitting the shuttle.”
“Roger that.”
Sam turned back to Wally. “Run 'em over.”
It wasn’t long before their car started to get peppered with small arms fire. Luckily the combined protection from the vehicle and the ODSTs’ armor was enough to keep them from even feeling it. The cruiser smashed through the roadblock, picking up an Innie in the process, who came head first into the windshield. With little room to maneuver, Sam reached for his sidearm just as the man was coming to. That’s when Wally punched him out cold, almost effortlessly as he continued driving toward the shuttle.
There was no sign of the HVT, but the craft was detaching from its terminal, which implied he was already onboard. Wally skidded the vehicle to a halt just behind its cargo ramp, and from the right side Sam and their rookie piled out, weapons going from ready-low to off-hand in a snap. Cargo technicians threw their hands up in the air. One of them was unfortunate enough to attempt at drawing a weapon on them and fell victim to a burst from either of them. Within seconds, they were onboard, the cargo doors closing behind them.
From there, it was a straight walk forward–more like a power walk. They had to kick a few doors in getting to the main passenger deck, but resistance was light. Again, their target began to run, this time aided with four insurgents covering his escape. They brought the first two down. The sound of weapons fire inside the cabin was deafening. A brief lull in the fighting allowed Sam and the rookie to find cover behind a row of seats and reload. A sudden shift in gravity told them they were moving again…and when Clyde saw a set of empty bullet casings roll past his feet he knew they were getting airborne.
“We gotta move now or we’re not getting a chance to bail once we’re done,” he said.
“On three?”
Sam nodded, then without warning he charged the corner. “Three!”
He wasn’t gracious with his fire this time, taking his chances with literally carving up the walls and seats with the hope of taking out the opposition. His weapon went dry with a snap, then his sidearm came out. Advancing, he found two more bodies added to the count. “Clear!”
“That’s not what I meant by ‘On three!’”
“You’ll get over it, let’s move.”
Turning, he froze at the sight of one of their recent kills, a male insurgent who was still alive, blood seeping from the side of his mouth as well as several holes in his vest. He managed to sit himself up against the cabin wall, and in his lap was an M9 grenade. “You lose,” he uttered with a pained smile.
Sam’s eyes went plate-size. He turned around and shoved his teammate back toward the cargo room. “Clear out!”
The grenade detonated. Metal screamed as it was torn apart by wind resistance and decompression. Sam didn’t have a chance. He was already too close, and with nothing to hold onto but the rookie, they were both sucked out of the craft. Weightlessness came over him, his vision tunneled and blurred. He couldn’t tell if he was still inside at first until looked skyward to see the shuttle breaking apart, the rookie not too far away. Shame really, he thought. This was her first op and it would no doubt be disavowed after today. The last thing he remembered as he looked to the surface was a glassy body of water shining back up at him.
Freefall wasn’t alien to Sam. It was a mandatory feeling for ODSTs, but he always happened to meet with it in some other obtuse way. To him, it was like second nature. Unlike most people, when the sense of falling came to him in a dream it didn’t just wake him up, it made him alert. Jolting awake, Sam reassessed his surroundings and found himself in the pub still. Damn, he mused, remembering the last time the dreams crept their way into his soul. New Alexandria Hospital. Back then, he awoke against an armored thigh belonging to his best friend, his lover, Agent Numos.
Despite the strain those merc-running days were for him, he missed them. Glory days, he thought to himself as he inspected the empty bottle of cider in front of him. “Eh, it’s about time to stop anyway.”