- Wolverfrog
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right, heres part 3, its going to have to be on a seperate post, as i can't exceed the 10000 character limit. anyway, here it is, i shall post a link to this on the first post aswell.
PART 3-suit up
The ODST’s didn’t react as I walked towards them. Reacting in a way I could tell that is. Behind their mirrored visors, they could be smiling at me, or snarling intensely. I warily edged my way closer.
“Mmm...e-e-xcuse me?” I paused, chastising myself soundly for stuttering once again, if I wanted to be an ODST, then I had to show courage, not sound like a dunce. I started again, adopting a deeper, more assertive voice.
“Ahem, excuse me, but is this where you sign up for the ODST marines?” I paused, unsure whether they would blank me or welcome me with open arms. In actual fact, they did a double take, as if they couldn’t believe their ears.
“Wait, did I hear you right, you actually want to join our corps?” the voice was that of a male’s, sort of rough, as if he had been in so many fire fights, his voice had lost finesse due to shouting orders to his squad.
“I think you must be mistaken kid”, he growled through his visor,
I bristled then
“I’m not a kid, and no, I didn’t make a mistake, I want to join.”
I stood there for what seemed like hours, whilst the ODST mulled my request over. I tried to fathom what he was thinking, but it was impossible to do so when his expressions were concealed behind that impassive head gear.
“You know kid, this ain't no walk in the park, if you wanna join us, then you’ve gotta have guts, and this ain’t for the weak hearted. However, if you’re sure about this, then, you can join, we’re getting a little short of recruits anyway”
Like the ODST, I also tried to conceal my feelings then, if he knew how scared I was, I might be turned down. Instead of attempting speech, which I knew would be futile, I gave a stiff, short, nod.
“alright then”
He now spoke with a bit less hostility
“Just sign these papers and we’re away” he passed me a pen, nothing fancy, just an old style ink pen. I grabbed it, then, with a shaking hand, slowly brought it down on the paper, and signed away my life to these strangers, these ODST's.
As I finished; the ODST I assumed to be the leader scooped up to documents, and placed them inside a folder. He then growled some orders to another marine, who quickly motioned for me to follow him. As we were walking, I grabbed the opportunity to learn more about the unit I had just joined.
“So”, I began, “what was the name of that guy back there?” the ODST thought for a second, then answered.
“He’s the leader of our lovely little family here, we call him Blade.”
“Blade?” I asked, confused.
“Yes Blade,” the marine continued,
“We don’t use our real names here, we have a codename s, mines Switch, pleased to meet you.” He spoke in the manner of a well educated person, and to me, seemed as if he didn’t really fit into this group of rough nuts.
“Why do they call you Switch?” I queried.
“Why that’s because I’m the computer specialist of the team, you want to get into somewhere, but don’t know the code, then I’m your man.” So, there was more to this troop than just fire first, ask questions later, I wondered what my name would be.
“Where are we going?” I asked Switch.
We’re going to get you some weapons kid, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait until we dock at Reach before you can get some armour. We don’t carry spares see.” As he said this, it finally sunk in. I was an ODST marine, I was going to get a set of armour, and I was going to get revenge.
As we reached the armoury, switch rummaged through some racks of weapons, before handing me a gun with a long barrel on the end.
“This is an ODST battle rifle kid, it’s been modified to accommodate for our....talents, it’s got a silencer, laser scope, and other such attachments that should help you when trying to be stealthy, as is often our wont.”
He passed it to me, and over the next few hours, instructed me on the various ways to fire it, reload it, and other such techniques that would be valuable in a fire fight. Also, you'll be needing this”
He passed over a small silver object, with a liquid crystal screen on the front.
“This is an ODST standard PDA, if you ever get lost, and need to find any of us again, this PDA will tell you the location of the nearest other transmitting unit”.
As he was about to turn it on however, suddenly, the comm. Box broke over switch’s calm voice.
“Attention! All able combat personnel report to the bridge immediately! They’ve found us, god damn it they’ve found us...”
The comm. Box went dead. Switch drew out his own battle rifle.
“Well kid, looks like its test time! Now let’s go kick some alien ass......”
[Edited on 01.26.2009 12:21 AM PST]