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You guys saw the "Believe" commercials, right? Well, this is my tribute to them, along with my first writings taking place in the Halo universe. It is about an ODST, embarking into the hell that is the battle for New Mombossa.
Enjoy (if you find it pleasing):
Mac stared down at his muddy boots, breathing deeply, trying to dam the constant flow of adrenaline through his veins. His eyes were half shut, holding back feelings that which no soldier would be assumed to possess. His mouth twitched from scowl to mournful frown, which made him appreciate his masked face. He hunched over the chair with his elbows rested upon his knees. His knuckles whitened under his gloves as he clutched the black rifle in front of him ever tighter, his only form of safety and comfort in this world of turmoil. Mac resisted the urge to look out of the gaping hole to his left, lest he dislike what he saw. He continued to gaze at his boots, but some nagging feeling was pulling at the back of his eyes. He gave in to his desire.
Immediately reality slammed into him as he saw the earth hurtling past him below, or lack there of. Bodies were flung about like the bullet shells littered about them. He saw men struggling with their weapons, and men huddled behind the petty remains of once beautiful accomplishments of engineering. Men fighting, men running, men dying. A surging vehicle rushed beneath him, the gunner in back firing off endless rounds to protect a nearby group of soldiers. Almost as quickly as Mac saw the Warthog, it burst into pluming flames and landed 30 yards from it's previous position. The occupants of the vehicle were thrown out of sight.
Mac heard a blood chilling growl and glanced over to another end of the battlefield. There they were - the beasts who caused the distress of all the men surrounding him, the monsters that haunted his dreams at night.
A giant Brute charged over to a marine, obviously a new recruit, and flailed it's arm outward from it's chest, knocking the poor man on his back. The beast erupted a scream into the man's face, a roar that got under the skin of everyone within earshot, and stomped down on his torso. Mac could hear the crunch from his seat.
He struggled, but eventually ripped his eyes from the depressing battle. He was eventually startled by the shaky voice of the marine sitting across from him:
"Sir?"
He sounded like a whimpering puppy. Mac was disgusted, but understood the man's inner confliction. He held back a grimace, and merely looked up at the man. He continued:
"You have any thoughts on all this?"
Mac slowly turned his head back over to the opening, and riveted his gaze on the disfortunate beings below.
"None that need be said."
The uncomfortable man fidgeted in his seat, opened his mouth to speak, thought better of it, and looked away instead.
Mac eyed a soldier activating a frag, then his gaze was wrenched from the battlefield once again, this time not from his own will. He glanced around the violently shaking space and saw the red lights mounted on the ceiling flashing as the sirens pounded his eardrums. The soldiers around him spun their heads like dumbfounded animals, but Mac knew what was going on. His legs sprung open and raised their master to his full height. He grasped the rail with one hand and pointed his weapon out the opening with the other. He forced fear to the back of his mind like a forsaken child, and braced himself for an unprepared landing.
His legs yet againg bore their master and groaned with the effort of supporting him as the mighty pelican tore through the remaining city buildings. The darkness engulfed the soldiers as the great bird died in a sigh of mechanical groans and electric screaches. The vehicle eventually came to a halt, and silence swallowed the scene. After a seeming century of unsureness, Mac hesistantly leapt from the hatch. Not from fear, but from dislike and long established fatigue. With a faint, half-hearted "oorah", Mac snuck and disappeared into the dilapidated shadows.
well, there it is. please feel free to criticize and be truthful. I will continue to add more if i receive positive feedback.