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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
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In aside to the General, Simmons asked, “How did he get here before us, sir?”
“When it comes to ONI spooks, it’s best not to ask.” The younger officer took the advice and nodded slyly. Then the unexpected happened. The ONI man actually came over and talked to Simmons.
Shaking his hand the man said, “I’m Captain A. Tlumack from ONI research. I’m not really a spook, more of a technician. In the unlikely event that you survive and we need you again for further testing, I’ll be right here to hold your hand again.” He made a sweeping gesture towards the now out folded suit. “This is the ODST suit, Mark VIII. Chances are it’ll never see service again. It’s a might expensive. As you can see it’s much different from the suit you’re used to. It is sealed from vacuum completely and can recycle air for 20 minutes if necessary. It consists of a body glove, some armor plates, and the helmet. In a minute, you’re gonna put it on and try it out before they shoot you out into space. Any questions?”
“Why are the plates green and reflective?”
“It’s a new armor we’ve been working on. Trust me, it’s great.”
“What’s on the backpack? It looks like a small reactor…”
“No, no. Don’t be silly. Just a big battery. Suit uses a lot of power. Whatta you say we get started, ok?” In fifteen minutes, Simmons was set up in the “ODST Drop-suit, Mark VIII” though he now doubted that’s what its real designation was. When he first moved around, he realized it was as if he were moving in double time. He also noticed the HUD was considerably better than his current helmet’s. Ammo counter, health meter, aiming reticule, and a circle with yellow dots. “What’s the cir…?”
“Motion tracker. I figure it’ll come in handy on this op.” Tlumack had apparently heard him, though Simmons didn’t remember opening a radio channel… “The suit is kind of in your implant interpreting your thoughts. That’s why you’re moving so fast and the radio channel opened on its own. It’s complicated, but you’ll like it. Now move around a bit and then we’ll get you in that poorly designed entry vehicle of yours.”
“Why do you hate the Drop Pods so much?”
“My design was second place for that contract. None were ever made. That was my first project, and I was sure mine was better. Now I just take it out on you Rocket Jockeys. Now get going.”
The newly enhanced Simmons moved faster than he could have thought possible. He leaped way over the boxes scattered about, and on a whim, punched one. It sailed across the hangar, but that’s to be expected in zero gees. But this hangar was on the rotating section, operating at one gee. Before Simmons had a chance to think about it, he was ushered to the HEV pods and crammed in. Before he was jettisoned he heard Tlumack’s voice saying “Good luck, you’re gonna need it.” Then all he could hear was the firing of the positional rockets, and then later, the whistling of reentry.