Quit -blam!- stalking me you weirdo.
His fingers tensed up around his M7S as his commander briefed him on their mission. He was a young recruit, smaller than the rest, who had lived on Reach growing up. Now it was falling.
The ship was cold, and quiet. The only sound were the hell jumpers boots on the ground. All the hell jumpers were in a line, their commanding officers stood in front of them. They were going to drop into the middle of a hot zone.
"You all are going to drop here from here" their commander barked at them, pointing to a holographic image of the outskirts of New Alexandria. "Then meet up here" He said, pointing to a position fairly close to the area. The troopers were nervous, but ready.
"And you all are going to kill this scarab tank causing trouble for our group troops."
"Sir, We will get it done" Announced the lieutenant of their sqaud. The young ODST looked around. Everyone was shocked. The room got even quieter, and not even the usual step was heard.
"A scarab?" a young trooper smirked. Every ones eyes rushed to the trooper.
"What did I just say trooper? Get in your damn pod!"
Soon everyone was getting in their pods. At his pod, he strapped in his M7S. He put his helmet on, and got in his HEV. You couldn't say they were comfortable, but they sure beat the cold steel of the ship. Screens flashed, and his squad mates appeared on screen. They were strapped in, ready.
Red lights flashed. Explosions sounded, causing his ear to ring. before he knew it, sky appeared in front of him. He thought to himself, would he return? He soon noticed his fingers were tensed up.
He landed with a large thump. His spine felt compressed. He reached for his M7 as another explosion sounded, blowing off the door of the HEV, and a muddy battle field appeared in front of him. He ran out to cover behind what looked like an old concrete building, or at least it was. His gun was in his hand.
Gun fire rang in his head. Needle like projectiles soon ran over his head, just as a pelican ran over his head, off into an area a little off in the distance.
Looking up in the sky looked nothing less than hell. A red tint, and the glow of large covenant ships added to the effect. "I guess thats why they call it feet first into hell" the young recruit thought to himself.
He checked his coordinates. He needed to meet at that pelican.
His ear were still ringing. The screams were soon realized. People were calling for medic, and others were lying there, dying.
He popped his gun out around a corner, and was met by a small creature. He pulled the trigger, and the creature dropped. Blood splattered every were. He begun to run for his rally point.
Soon, a purple ship appeared overhead. the gentle humming of it didn't fool the young trooper though. he ran for cover inside an old concrete building. The area was warm, yet the concrete felt very smooth and cold. New Alexandria was just to his right.
It was the crown jewel of Reach. He had spent a lot of time in his teens there. He remembered his life long friends, and the times he had with them in that great city.
But now it was ruined.
He soon got to reality. He slumped into a corner, M7S in hand. He checked himself. He was okay, but he knew that could change quickly. Before long, 2 more troopers ran into the room. One of them one unmistakable. He was the commander. He never had cared to check the guys name tag. Commander H. James.
"What are you doing Jensen, taking a snooze?" the commander yelled as quickly as he entered. "We go in feet first"
"No sir" Jensen soon replied. The other guy checked the doorway for anyone.
"Then good, you're first."
Rising to his feet, Jensen gripped his sub machine gun. At times, he felt like telling off is commanding officers, but he figured it wasn't worth it. He raised his machine gun at the opening. The cold steel of it was felt even through his gloves. This was enemy territory. He walked very slow like. The humming of the dropships still were heard. It begun to get very quiet, but there were the occasional explosion over the sea of gunfire.
He turned the corner. A large biped alien stood in a doorway. Before he could even tell that it was blue, the three opened fire with their guns. Their gunfire ripped into their foes Armour. With a crackle, the alien fell.
"Lets move" the commander soon said.
No arguments came from the squad. They began to move out. He re entered the trance like state he was in. He soon turned a corner, revealing the hell outside. The gunfire soon revealed its self again. The rally point was close.
With the mud under his boots, and sprinted for some cover. Enemies were near. He peered over his cover, to see the pelican. It had been destroyed, just as the city that set the backdrop was. Other troopers had already arrived.
"Dammit Jenson, get over here" He heard over the comm. He started to sprint over.
"We got a change of plans." the commander said "Come with me"
Should I continue? Feedback is appreciated.
[Edited on 10.06.2011 11:47 AM PDT]