- Wolverfrog
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Oh yeah, it's back, and while it was down, 2 parts were written! (which were broadcasted earlier in a private group). So, heres part 9, and, i think i shall wait for some feedback before releasing part 10.
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Damn! Just noticed this isn't on hot topic list anymore..........lets try to remedy that
PART 9- Let's get started
The room was filled with a hushed silence, as everyone contemplated what they had just been told.
The Covenant's very name implied that it wasn't a singular species, it was a faction formed by many. That would explain the variety of species we saw above the enemy cruiser, and how they varied in size and colour.
Needless to say, the cluster of marines were whispering amongst themselves in worried tones. A whole group of aliens bent on the destruction of the human race. How could they possibly survive?
Later on, night fell, or as close to night you can get to on Reach with it's 4 moons lighting up the otherwise dark plain. Me, Blade, Switch, and Rookie (Or Rook as I found out most people called him when in a hurry) retired to the ODST wing of the compound, where I found out I had my very own room.
“You should get some rest Farm-Boy, you like like you need it”.
Blade was right, and I realised I hadn't slept for some close to 3 days. I bid the rest of my small squad goodnight, and retired to the hard, thin single military issued bed that occupied the centre of the room I had been assigned.
I didn't sleep well that night. Tortured images of my parents screaming for help occupied my dreams, and I could envision those tall, impassive knight like Covenant soldiers with their glowing swords massacring the people I had known my entire life, disembowelling them as you would to a chicken ready for the oven.
I woke with a start, sweat drenched my pale face, causing my blue-black hair to stick to my forehead as if it had been glued there. For minutes I lay there, assuring myself everything was fine, and eventually drifted back off into a dreamless sleep.
The dawn chorus sung by the native birds awakened me from my sleep, and I prised the rough duvet covers of of me, and began to get ready. Not too long after, I heard a violent knock on the cheap wooden door which guarded my room.
“Get out here now Farm-Boy! Just because we've arrived on Reach, doesn't mean you can start acting like a civilian! I want you to do a 5 mile jog with Switch and Rook before breakfast, now go!”
Two hours later, Switch, Rook and I arrived in the large cafeteria, gasping for breath. Luckily for us, breakfast was still being served. Unfortunately, breakfast consisted of watered down porridge, commonly known as gruel.
After eating, Blade ordered us to follow him, and we emerged into a room which was obviously designed for combat training.
“First things first Farm boy, you're going to need a standard ODST body suit, I'm not having you disgrace the name of our corps with some shaggy sub quality marine armour. Rook, get on it”.
Not wasting time on words, the young ODST left, leaving Switch, Blade and I to wait impatiently for his return.
Shockingly, I suddenly realised I hadn't got to know him very well at all, and made a promise to get to know him soon. He didn't seem unfriendly, or, at the very least, he got on well enough with Switch, judging by the friendly manner in which they spoke together.
After a long 5 minutes, Rook returned carrying a bundle of jet black armour in his arms, with the uninhabited helmet resting on top of the said bundle. It stared at me, as if it were boring into my very soul with it's blank gaze.
For the first time, I noticed that every suit of body armour had a coloured strip upon the arm of it;Switch's, Rook's, and mine was red, whilst Blade had a contrasting strip of pure white putting voice to the fact that he was the squad leader.
“Are you gonna stare at that thing all day, or are you going to put it on?” Blade snapped, his patience wearing thin.
I took the armour, noting how, despite the fact that it was a bright and glorious day outside, the dark, hallowed suit reflected none of the beams directed upon it.
“Here, let me help you get it on” Switch said, giving me some much needed assistance in making the helmet secure, tightening the loose sections, and in general saving me hours of fumbling around.
Finally, it was on, and I knew that, with this armour, I had erased all ties to my old life.
No longer was I the simple civilian who used to help his parents collect in the crop during autumn, or go off with his friends in the summer, and attend school like any normal kid, I was an Orbital Drop Shock Trooper, charged with the task of defending humanity in the name of the UNSC, one of the elite.
“Finally.....” Blades voice brought me out of my day dream back into reality.
“Sorry” I muttered in a low voice, abashed. The words came out of my helmet muffled, making my voice sound as if it were echoing.
“Thank God we weren't outside, we'd have been smothered by the growing grass by now; anyway, let's get back to business.”
He pushed a button, and on the other side of the room, a group of holographic enemies appeared.
Blade passed me one of the modified BR55s.
“Now, how good are you at shooting? You seemed decent enough on-board the cruiser, albeit a little hesitant.”
Nervously, I raised my gun, and turned on the laser pointer. A faint red dot appeared on one of the holographic targets. Shutting my eyes, I pulled the trigger, and felt my hand get jerked up by the force of the spray of bullets leaving the now smoking barrel.
Opening my eyes, I saw that the bullets had completely managed to miss their target.
“Great, now we have to pay for a new comm. Box”, Switch sighed in exasperation.
Blade also sighed, and I grimaced behind my mirrored blue visor.
It was going to be a long day.........
[Edited on 01.26.2009 12:31 AM PST]