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Posted by: ElementalRunner
Posted by: Commander Stroll
Still using a pump-action shotgun over 500 years in the future I see.
omg not realistic stop game production plz
Part 2
Analysing....Squad identified as: ODST-India Squad.
6 soldiers in this Battle group.
Current location......analysing......found. New Mombassa, Street ID: 1254 (Destroyed)
Squad leader: India-1 "Curtis"
Initialising AI Assistance Program.
Curt and the squad clambered over many blocks of stone and metal, and passed the many civilian corpses strewn around. As they lurked around in the shadows, it seemed to infuriate Curt - that they were the ones hiding, sneaking, as if they were on the Brutes planet, But no. Humanity's technological disadvantage had lowered us to hiding in our own cities. If only humans had something much more advanced to fight the Covenant.
Of course they did though. Humans had Spartans. Curt had heard that a Spartan had accidentally killed three ODST's once, but he didn't care - they were amazing. He'd only ever met one, the Master Chief, in battle. Whilst Curt and his squad had taken cover from Brute fire and occasionally popped up to shoot a little, the Chief amazed us all. When he arrived at that scene, he had lept over our cover, ran at a terrifying speed at the Brutes and armed his Assault Rifle....and then you think he's doomed. He must be, there's ten Brutes and one Spartan. No chance. But he does it. He dodges their attacks in an inhuman way, he slams his fists into them and they fly into walls 20 metres away, and he walks away as if nothing had happened. Spartans were, in his opinion, unstoppable storms. Curt shook his head and got back to the situation.
"Hey Dan! Have we got any contact with Command yet?" said Curt over the radio.
Dan, the radio operator of the squad, walked over and showed Curt the Radio Display.
"Sorry, sir. No replies. I tried my best to broadcast a distress signal to all available UNSC Command Stations but none replied." he said.
Curt frowned. It was odd that so many Stations wouldn't reply. "Alright fair enough. George, pass me a couple magazines, I'm going to need them I reckon....". George passed Curt two magazines from his bandolier pack - containing 27 spare Battle Rifle magazines.
The squad then continued down the road at a steady pace lurking from bits of destyored buildings to abandoned vehicles. As they crept along through the dust and the African heat, Chris, the Reconnisance equipped ODST, spotted something down the road with his Sniper Rifle - a transport Warthog.
"Sir, you see that? Just there at the end of this stretch of road - a transport 'hog. Six seats, six of us. You think it's worth losing our stealth to get there a hell of a lot quicker?". Curt thought for a second. The hog would get them all there in minutes - but if they met any Brutes on the way, there'd be trouble.
"Alright, we'll take it - but let's get to it QUIETLY, huh?" Curt replied. The journey was going to be so much easier, but so much more dangerous too. Jogging down the road, they finally reached the Warthog. Just as they all were about to get in, a Brute shot round hit the Warthog, sending it a few metres away - intact, but there was danger to deal with.
The six soldiers all dived for cover and took up position. Chris popped out from behind a pillar and aimed his Sniper around.
"Alright sir, I see three Brutes. Two spiker Brutes, one Brute with a B-shot."
"Thanks. Alright everyone, they don't know where we've hidden in the confusion of the shot. Just listen up. Chris, take the Brute with the B-shot's head off, it'll make things easier. Rachael, you and I are going to frag the left Brute. Frank, Dan, George; BR the heck out of the right Brute. Aim for the head. On my mark.....wait for it....". The Brutes walked ever closer. "Ready......Now!".
Six ODST's popped up and got to work. Curt and Rachael pulled the pins and threw the grenades at the left Brute, killing him in an instant. The Brute with a Brute shot fired a round near Frank, injuring him a little. Dan and George fire a few bursts and took out the right Brute. Chris patiently waited for the middle Brute to stand still...the Brute stopped, sealing its doom. He fired and a sniper bullet pierced its skull and exited out the other side, killing it in an instant. Relaxing, the squad regrouped and sat down for a drink and a snack, whilst Rachael went to treat Franks injury.
"So sir, we still using the hog?" said Chris, slinging the Sniper Rifle onto his back.
"Yeah, but I reckon a trip along the side-roads might be a better idea!" exclaimed Curtis. "Now start up the engine. Dan, you drive. I'll be in side seat, The rest of you in the back. Let's move it on up ODST's!"