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Subject: [FANFIC] Untitled ODST story by fist of Rukt

It's not Hip-Hop, its Electro.... prick.

UNTITLED
By fist of Rukt

PROLOGUE:
Private Timothy Coi unzipped his green UNSC standard issue duffle bag to reveal his matte black ODST armor, his ass kicking uniform. With almost thoughtless motion he methodically pulled out each peice of armor. First his helmet, then the chest and shoulders, then all the arm and leg armor plates that came together to make the baddest look a UNSC soldier could have. He is an ODST, a helljumper, and one the meanest sons a' guns you'll come across in the whole damn universe... or at least that's how he felt as he prepared to deploy on the surface of the the most dangerous warzone in human conntrolled space... Earth.

The year is 2546, war against physically and technologically more advanced alien bastards scorches the surface of planets all around the galaxy. Earth, however is safe from this threat for now. That's everyone elses problem. Instead, rioters and insurrectionists have gotten a little out of hand and decided it would be a good idea to assault two UNSC Military Police Officers standing gaurd outside of the governer's office in Philadelphia, North America. Both of them were killed which must have gotten people a little wound up. And that is where this story starts.

CHAPTER 1: Tim Coi, Civilian Chump

Tim Coi, 19 years old, standing 6 foot 3 inches and weighing 200 pounds graduated from Davidson Senior High School with great expectations of what fate would hand to him in the next stage of his life. With his high school degree now framed all proud and shiny on the wall of the living room in the apartment he, his mother, and his sister shared he simply sat and waited for something good to happen. Keeping in touch with his friends and girlfriend through mail, he sat back and watched the world move around him, watched his world move around him.

Tim would continue this pattern of life for two weeks of his summer vacation. Eat, eat, drink, drink beer, drink too much beer, sleep, play sports with friends, go over to girlfriend's house, kiss girlfriend, eat, eat, drink beer, fall asleep for a long long long time. That's right, Tim Coi is just a normal chump like anyone else around you. This all changed after a man in a bright white and gray uniform showed up at the door of the apartment, bearing bad news.

The man was named Major Colin Ward, and he had come to tell the Coi's about Tim's father, or lack of father... Marshall Coi was a long time military entheusiest, he knew about all of the famous battles that have occured throughout history. He even studied Military History in college. When the war against the aliens broke out Marshall wanted to stay away from it for the sake of his wife and new family, this did not last long. Marshall's uncle was killed in an invasion of some far away planet. Marshall could no longer resist the temptation to avenge the lost member of his family. He joined the UNSC marines, dropping out of spaceships onto wartorn planets would become the next 14 years of his life.Lieutenant Marshall Coi was killed in action on planet Juno on July 7th, 2545. It had taken a full year for the news to reach the remains of the Coi family.

Major Colin Ward was in command of the strike force that Tim's father was a part of, Marshall and his entire squad were killed by alien mortar fire. As Tim learned this, he became only a shell of the happy young man he was moments earlier. All had been sucked from his insides except feelings of hate and the will to get his revenge on the enemy that had seemed so distant until now. Tim was going to get them back for this, and he could think of no better way to do it than the way his father did. As a helljumper.

CHAPTER 2: Enlistment

Tim attended the memorial service at a military cemetary outside of the city. Only a day later, he marched straight up to the UNSC recruitment center and signed up. The place looked as if no one had set foot in it in weeks. A gray haired man with a solid looking face sat behind a desk doing paperwork, not expecting the 6 foot 3 inch former high school sports star to walk up to him and salute.
"Are you here to sign up son, or is this just another prank?" the recruitment officer mumbled
"There is no prank that I know of sir. I'm here to enlist for the Orbital Drop Shock Troopers."
"Kid now why on Earth would you wanna do a thing like that?"
"My father was an ODST sir. He was killed in action in the battle of Juno sir"
"Is that so, are you sure you wanna do this? I know you want to get some payback for what happened, but don't let that lead you to any bad decisions"
"It won't sir, I have thought this through and I know I want to serve with the ODSTs. I want to be with the best"
"That's what they all say..." said the recruitment officer with a slow sigh
"Sir, I want to enlist. I have no doubt in my mind that I can do this."
"Ok, you wanna join a unit with a 90% casualty rate be my guest" Said the man, pulling out a paper and handing it to Tim. "Just fill out this sheet"
Tim hesitated for a breif moment, then touched pen to paper and sealed his destiny. he was going to beome an Orbital Drop Shock Trooper, the craziest bastards you'll ever come across. And he was ready. Tim handed the paper to the enlistment officer and saluted one more time.
"Good luck son, that's about all you can hope for once you get out there. Welcome to the UNSC"

  • 07.03.2009 9:34 PM PDT

It's not Hip-Hop, its Electro.... prick.

No body gives a -blam!- about fanfic. But anyway, heres part two.

PART 2
By fist of Rukt

CHAPTER 3: Ship out

Tim was all signed up. He had recieved his tickets to board a transport ship headed for a colony called Tantalus where there is an ODST training camp. Tim's mother had been reduced to nothing but a crying mess, she barely noticed or cared when Tim hugged her and left for the spce station. Those who had noticed him leaving were his girlfriend and little sister, they cried and cried in his living room. But Tim needed to leave this behind. He had a new world to see, and he had tickets to get there.

With a few kisses and hugs from family members Tim was off. At the space station in Chicago he was loaded onto a large transport ship called the New Beginnings, what a coincidence. The ship would move up into orbit in 14 hours, this gave Timothy a chance to look around. In the crowd he ran into Jake Morcello, an athelete from another high school in Tim's town. jake had played sports with Tim since they were 12. It was good to see a familiar face.
"Where are ya headed?" asked Jake
"I'm all signed up, the UNSC"
"Wow, good for you. I hear things are gettin pretty bad out there, good luck"
"Thanks..." Said Timothy with a timid laugh "What about you? Where are you headed man?"
"I'm goin to my grandpa's car factory on Luna. It's the only job I could find right now"
"Oh that's cool. Good luck".
Suddenly a thick lne was drawn between Jake and Tim. Both of them could feel it. Jake could no longer face Tim equally, he was oing to work at a family business. Tim was on his way to the front lines of the alien apocolypse. Jake felt guilty he wasn't doing his part as well, and so they separated for the rest of the trip.

CHAPTER 4: Welcome to hell

The New Beginnings landed in the Aloia Space Port on July 20th. Tim was scared stiff, he had signed up to do this but now he wasnt sure if it was right. After doing a little research about ODSTs and their training Tim knew it was possible he could get hurt or even die right here on this planet so far from home. At that moment he decided that wasnt going to happen, Tim would survive and prosper as an Orbital Drop Shock Trooper. Or at least that's the game he would play with his mind until he got to camp.

Tim got to Camp Anderson, named after a famous ODST, on August 1st. There to great him was a 6 foot 7 monster named Sergeant Fox. The man had a crew cut, the man had shoulders the size of a normal mans body, but one thing he did lack was a soul. Tim and about 30 other quiet recruits marched off a bus in the middle of Camp Anderson with Sergeant Fox staring right at them. All 30 brave souls shivered in the rain that pelted them.
"Alright you sorry bastards! I am sergeant Fox. I don't care what your name is because all I'll ever call you until you show me you have some potential as a soldier is Boot. 15 of you boots report to the uniform issue building where you will do exactly as those fine men tell you is that clear?!". A handfull of men said yes sir but the rest simply carried their bags as quickly as the could to the building labled as "Uniforms".

"And the rest of you com with me... we're all gonna get a trim".
Tim knew military men needed to keep their hair short as part of the uniform. But that hadn't been in his thoughts in the last couple days, he was surprisingly startled. 15 young men followed Sergeant Fox ocross the rain drenchd camp to a building labled "Barber". They were ordered to get into 3 equal lines and to line up by one of the black barber chairs with your group of 5. 3 giddy barbers fired up electric clippers, stripping the young recruits of their personal identites. When it was Tim's turn he slowly eased into the chair, the barber quickly removed the neat civillian hairstyle on Tim's head. Within minutes nothing was left. Tim got out of the chair, not daring to feel his head, and stood over in the corner where the other recruits stood like a bunch of freshly shorn sheep. The last person in Tim's line of 5 was a tall woman with shoulder length blonde hair that was dyed red at the ends, looking scared and trying to squeeze out words from a frozen mouth.
"I don't care what you've got in your pants boot, you too!"
The poor girl moved into the chair. With a grin the barber shaved every last bit of her gold and red hair off. This was not necisarry, female soldiers in the UNSC needed to keep their hair 16 centimeters long at the most. But there sat the poor recruit, speechless as the barber finished crafting a short military buzz cut.

After all of the hair butcherings were over, the 15 recruits followed Sergeant Fox to the Uniform Issue building. Along the way they passed the other 15 boots. They stared with horrified looks on their faces at Tim and the other naked headed recruits, they awaited the same fate. At the uniform Issue building they asked you all of your clothing sizes, then gave you two neatly organized gray t-shirts, boots, pants, and other accessories.

After they all had been issued their training fatigues they followed Sergeant Fox out to the courtyard where the other team of 15 stood with thair fresh military cuts. Sergeant Fox and another man who didn't look half as tough as Fox stood beside him.
"Lisen up! Welcome to Orbital Drop Shock Trooper training. You all have already completed your initiation, so now we can get started on our real training. This man next to me is Sergeant Washington, he will be assissting me in turning you boots into something that resembles an ODST. You have already organized yourselves into two teams of 15, good. These 15 will be your squadmates for the time being. The 15 to my left will be training ith Sergeant Washington, you are red team. The other 15 I'm afraid are stuck with me for the next month. We are blue team. Good luck recuits. Welcome to the UNSC"

[Edited on 07.04.2009 10:51 PM PDT]

  • 07.04.2009 10:48 PM PDT