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 Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 9:13 pm
1stSGT Compton, Nathaniel
> 1842 Hours
>> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Slipspace
" I expect them to be at least half competent " Compton shrugged angrily avoiding mincing his words, he was direct with his thoughts, " Don't you expect the same? " The two sat eating quietly between their words, almost muted in their actions and nearly completely oblivious to their surroundings. At least, Compton was. " Oh I don't doubt that for a second Scott. " Compton smiled, the man that sat opposite him certainly wasn't green by any means of the word, hell the man was nearly as hard nosed as Compton was, of course nearly was a stretch, but it was true.
Mitchell's next question was nearly as direct most of the conversation already was, " The Rookie is just that, a rookie, " Compton started, he really didn't care for his teammates all too much as they tended to come and go as this entire situation was quite a prime example of, " I don't know if I would trust him in the trenches man, rookies always have a tendency to white out in the rough stuff. " Compton paused shortly as remembered the countless times he was forced to smack a rookie into his senses during a combat situation. He certainly was lucky to be alive, " But like you said, he did perform well in training. I don't know, let's just not put too much weight on his shoulders too quickly, agreed? "
As they spoke of their newly acquired squadmate one of the still green but reliable soldiers approached, nodding at the two. He certainly had some balls to join the NCOs at their table, but Compton would let it slide. " Private, " he nodded acknowledging his presence, " We were just discussing our team's newest addition... "
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 10:06 pm
1stSgt Mitchell, Scott P.
> 1845 Hours
>> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Slipspace
”Who says they’re incompetent?” Mitchell shot back. Sure they were rough around the edges, but that didn’t mean they weren’t good Marines.
”Of all the people to be putting down a fresh Trooper, I never thought you’d be the one to do it. Nate, we both know you didn’t ship out for active duty until you’d made ODST in your second year of service. The best advice I ever got about leadership was on Miridem during my first tour as a Trooper. Trust in the strengths and weaknesses of your team, not their veterancy. Gunnery Sergeant Robert Faust told me that. He died five days later when we extracted a Tier-One asset. I made Gunny the next week and took command.
Mitchell finished one of the halves of his sandwich and washed it down. The mention of Faust brought back unwanted memories. His first drop had been more traumatic than he cared to admit. His team had extracted Doctor Catherine Halsey, a name he had never forgotten. She had a… way with people, a kind of directness that made her almost as alien as the Covenant. Even then Mitchell could tell she was holding deep secrets and harboring even darker ones. Not someone he’d want to meet in a dark alley; or a bright alley for that matter.
”The Rookie’s our resident heavy weapons expert. He was rated top of his class in basic and Trooper School. I trust him, and so should you. Consider it a standing order.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 12:57 am
::: Corporal Formoe, Cole T.
::: UNSC Iron Sunrise
::: Personnel Living Quarters. Deck 11.
Not only did the Corporal feel barely welcomed by his new squadron, but he had already gotten himself in the middle of a fight, which was enough reason to throw an Article 15 at him. His performance on the Sunrise, so far, was much less than satisfactory, and he knew it whether or not someone else was going to address it. Standing hunched over the tiny sink in the small closet-sized room he was afforded, water was rolling down his face, arms, and hands. Barechested and having just splashed himself in the face with handfuls of water, he now stood in silence, contemplating what his CO might do to him. Sure, a Marine might possibly get away from a fight with a slap on the wrist and a firm LOC, but Formoe was an ODST. He was expected to act professionally even if he wasn't 'all there'. Sure, there had been plenty of times, even in the Trooper training course, when he had been labeled as the 'crazy guy' in the flight. In a group of twenty or less individuals who either volunteered or was volun-told, much like him, that was saying a lot to be called the crazy one.
Formoe didn't really consider himself to be crazy, but put a M41 SSR MAV Rocket Launcher in his hands, and he might have to reconsider. Many of the trainees back in the tactical training course, and even a few of the hardened veteran instructors, gave him a half-horrified face when he seemed all to pleased to be picking up the what they liked to call 'the Hammer'. It was only a matter of time before he had to be tackled by one of his own fellow trainees when he nearly blew an AV-14 Hornet out of the sky, without even tracking the vehicle. Needless to say, his Master Sergeant was dumbfounded when the instructor saw the strong, silent, prodigy walk into his office with a handful of LORs and even an Article 15 in hand, ready to be discharged. Every officer along the way to his First Shirt's office managed to find some reason to slap on another LOR or threaten him with a DHD. By a stroke of wild luck, his First Shirt saw only the potential in such a dangerous asset, a literal 'loose cannon', as the Sergeant claimed. Not only did he manage to have all of the disciplinary actions thrown out the window, but the Sergeant's own brother, a three-star General, came down to see why such a 'motivated and dedicated' trooper was threatened to be discharged. Every officer he encountered at the training course never spoke to him again and he was practically immune to any trouble he might have run into- which never happened again.
It's good to have friends in high places.
With that fresh in the Corporal's mind, Formoe wasn't about to get on the horn and call for back-up. No, he'd take whatever punishment he would receive and deal with it. He was in the operational Marine Corps now, and training was nothing compared to the real deal. "I hope I can get by on my Squad Leader trusting me and my training record..." He said; having no idea how accurately he just proved himself innocent. If he didn't know the person in the mirror staring him down, he might have smashed the poor guy's face in just for looking at him like he was ready to pick a fight.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 3:56 pm
Commander Andrew Poole
>0940 Hours [Day 5]
>> Bridge
For the most part, the bridge was empty, leaving the Commander alone with his own thoughts. Flashes of light reflected off his worried eyes from the screens that surrounded him, displaying information of all sorts. But none of it mattered. Not a single number or letter mattered to him right now. Exhaustion was clear on the Commander's face. Eyes sunken in, dark circles surrounding them, his hands even trembled. Having not slept for what he assumed was two days now, Andrew could barely think straight. The stress of everything was getting to him very quickly. He didn't know what to do. The most he'd ever got to command by himself was a small shipping, which didn't require as much as a Carrier. And the fact that there were civilians on the ship didn't help. They were more of a handful than his soldiers. Excluding the fight that happened the second day. And that was taken care of without much problem, from what he was told.
But that didn't matter. The soldiers were all on edge, ready to snap. And here he was, almost clueless. He didn't know what to do. Sure, Andrew could pull off the illusion of being the cool, calm, and collected CO, but he was a wreck. It would have helped if Aquinas had known where she had sent them. At least then he could plan some sort of strategy to take refuge near a planet, or something, but they were both left in the dark. No, they all were. But the marines didn't have to worry about potential ship-to-ship combat. They just wanted to get their feet on the ground, and shoot things--
"Commander." The AIs voice broke his train of though, but her familiar red form didn't come to life on her panel. What unnerved him further, was her tone. It was short, crisp, almost upset. Poole looked at her empty panel, eyebrows pressed together just slightly.
"Yes, Aquinas?" He asked softly.
"We'll be exiting Slipspace in twenty minutes. I've got those in cryo that are in good enough condition to leave almost thawed, and everyone else should be heading to their posts at the moment. Most of the bridge crew should be here in five."
Just as she had said, his bridge crew arrived five minutes after her announcement. Now, everyone sat ridged in their seats, fingers tapping away at the keys at their stations remarkably fast as everything was prepared. In the hangars, Longswords were ready to exit the ship the moment they exited slipspace. Marines were getting their gear ready, ODSTs doing the same, Civilians that were unable to fight, remained in their quarters.
The moment the twenty minute mark was reached, they exited slipspace, and Poole's displays to what was outside of the ship lit up instantly. A cold chill ran down his spine, steel gray eyes widening, and he went completely white.
"M-My God..."
"W-what is that--"
"Oh my lord..."
"A-Am I dreaming?"
Shocked whispers filled the bridge, some in languages he didn't even understand. But he knew they all meant the same thing. Sheer disbelief. Just what were they staring at? Was this even possible? Poole rubbed his eyes for several seconds before looking back at what was before him. Yes, it was still there. He wasn't dreaming. But just what in Gods name was this thing? It was absolutely massive!
Just a section of it took up his entire screen, along with the unbelievably reinforced glass that was at the front of the bridge. But once he adjusted the angles from which he saw the strange object, it became a little more clear. The structure was impossibly large, with a planet sized sphere in the center, and many "arms" coming off of it. The best way to describe it, was somewhat star shaped. A smaller planet-like object orbited close to the much larger one--as if it were its moon--, and a third, also small one lingered off in the distance.
Then it dawned on him. Was this...Covenant?
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 8:54 pm
1stSGT Compton, Nathaniel
> 0955 Hours
>> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Slipspace
Before Compton stood nearly an entire platoon of ODSTs ready for whatever stood ahead of them, rookies and veterans alike. They were all confused, had no idea what their orders were or what was going on, but they all knew one thing, Commander Poole wanted them ready. So like the dedicated soldiers that they were they stood on the deck ready to drop into whatever hell there was awaiting them. Compton stood tall not only due to his massive stature that held his head well over any other soldier but because he was the commanding trooper in the lot of them. His partner in crime and fellow First Sergeant was busy taking heat for Compton's actions and would join them shortly but his presence, rather the lack of his presence, was still rather apparent. This left Compton to take care of any and all briefings and motivational speeches that were to be had.
The proud leader of the soldiers held his chin up as he examined the men and women that stood before him. So many different cultures, so many different people, reasons for being there. It was a pool of unique stories and Compton couldn't help but to feel empowered as he stared out at them. He held his helmet in his hands, reluctantly he looked down into the visor at his own reflection. He didn't look like the leader they needed, there were no scars or tattoos, at least not that they could see. There was nothing interesting about him other than his immense stature. When he looked out at them he saw so many stories, so many personal details of the hellish war that humanity had faced that he couldn't help but feel somewhat insignificant.
That feeling sunk however as he realized that he must be the one to lead them, he and his mate Mitchell would have to lead them through whatever they were to face. " Alright ladies, " Compton boomed and the lot of them began to grow quiet, " We don't know what we're up against, we don't know where we are. We don't know if it's a hot landing or if there is a chance of civilian activity in the area, hell we don't know anything about where we're headed. " So far his speech was nothing but terrible, there was no motivational aspect, nothing that would get their spirits or their hopes up.
" But that doesn't change anything for us. Those of you that have dropped with me before know what I expect from you. Nothing short of perfection. Those of you that haven't, you are in for one hell of a ride. I'm going to ride you straight into hell and I'm going to make sure that the next time you drop you will be ready for anything. When our boots touch the ground whatever is down there will wish that we hadn't even considered dropping. " That was much more like it, sounded like something that his mentor would have said to him when he was first dropping.
Satisfied, the NCO smacked his helmet on and snapped the tint on his visor, the only thing left for the ODSTs was his commanding voice, " So let's get to it, can I get an Ooh-rah?! "
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 9:58 pm
The Prophet of Supposition
Ninth Age of Reclamation
Councilmember
Envoy to the Fleet of Particular Justice
Envoy to the Fleet of Continual Light
CCS Penance and Retribution
The vast majesty of the Ancients was displayed before him. Against a tapestry of stars and the infinite void of black space was the most impressive holy relic he had ever laid eyes upon. For all the species of Covenant, the pilgrimage to see the sacred dreadnaught that powered High Charity was the most holy of passages. A voyage that all who believed should undertake, for its grandeur inspired faith in the Ancients and their promise of the Great Journey. But never before had such a relic been found! Stretched out before him was the largest gift of the Ancients ever discovered by the Covenant. The hundreds of ships that were the Fleet of Continual Light were nothing compared to the unimaginably vast installation. The Forerunner relic dwarfed even the mighty High Charity! Perhaps this was the fabled ark referenced in the sacred texts of the Great Journey. The location from which the journey could be started! True, it was not one of the seven sacred rings, but it was still enough to make him weak in the knees, and had he not his hovering chair, Supposition would have surely fainted.
The glorious exploration of this sacred relic had begun several days ago. Supposition himself had yet to set foot on the wonder of engineering, as his mind had been preoccupied by reports from his brothers with the proper Fleet of Particular Justice. Glory of Glories! They had found a sacred ring! The Ancients were surely smiling upon the Covenant this age! Never before had such discoveries been made, and not since the Ancients took their great journey had an individual set foot on one of the sacred rings. The news had stopped days ago but that did not faze him. The wealth of knowledge sent from the Sacred Ring amazed him. Even the parasite, which had only been mentioned once in all the known texts, had been found. Truly the Gods wished to test the faithful and to damn the unbelievers. He had personally sent his thoughts on the parasite to the High Prophet of Truth, an old ally and fellow believer. And now they had found this… forge. After days of orbiting the structure, they had seen the gaping hole in the planet. A Forge of Worlds! To think that the Ancients would have foreseen the plight of the San ‘Shyuum was truly humbling! This was truly providence. The gods provided for those who believed in their blessings and the promise of the Sacred Rings. He was ready to voyage to the surface of this forge. To bless it in the name of the Covenant, and to guide all the faithful who would listen.
This was a day that the Covenant would remember always; a day of new beginnings and the salvation of the San ‘Shyuum. The Prophet bowed his head in reverence and recited a long prayer to the Gods, asking for guidance and protection in the Covenant’s future endeavors. As Supposition raised his head, he watched the last Phantom from leave the Penance and Retribution for the surface of this Sacred Artifact. The knowledge that the Covenant had claimed such a thing filled him with pride and a kind of religious fervor that could not be understood by the lesser races. Several Unggoy deacons lay prostrate in reverence. Though their understanding of the Sacred Truths was limited, and their status low, these Deacons were of the purest believers. Theirs was the faith born of the promise of a better life. The promise of godhood for all who were worthy, and unlike their brethren, they were clean and learned, worthy. The Prophet smiled as he watched them recite the few prayers they knew. Behind him, a Jiralhanae Chieftain stood in awe, as did the Sangheili Ship Master. While it was true that Tartarus was the leader of all the Jiralhanae, the true alpha Chieftain, the clans and tribes had merely united under his rule. The Jiralhanae kept to their ancient ways of tribal life. They too believed in the promise of the Sacred Rings. Even the Sangheili, who would normally never stoop to allow Jiralhanae aboard their vessels, had relented at the request of the Prophet of Truth himself. There were not enough to cause a threat, only enough to augment ground forces. Supposition’s Honor Guard stood mute, as always; though he could tell that they too shared in the collective religious awe. It had only been three days since their discovery, but even now the shock was still fresh. It was almost a dream.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 9:59 pm
1stSgt Mitchell, Scott P.
> 1000 Hours SEPTEMBER 20
>> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Unknown Stellar Coordinates
Five days. Five long days. That’s how long it took for the Iron Sunrise to drop out of Slipspace. When it happened Mitchell was in the forward observation deck getting chewed out for letting one of his Troopers “fraternize” with some of the civilians and one of the lovely nurses assigned to the medical staff. The Lieutenant barking at him seemed to need Mitchell’s boot up his a**, but the when the deck was suddenly flooded with light the entire conversation died. The Lieutenant forgot why he had called Mitchell to him, and for a brief (and glorious) moment how to speak. Stars were all around him with this system’s star shining the brightest. He shaded his eyes as he took in the panorama. The first thing that caught his eye was the distinctive bulbous silhouettes of Covenant warships. The Covenant was already here, and by the number of silhouettes he could see, there were hundreds, maybe even thousands of ships. A Fleet. This was bad. Really bad. Of all the rotten luck, the Commander must have had the worst. The second thing to catch his eye was what put his jaw on the floor. The most accurate description he could come up with was a rose with massive petals spread mostly flat and arching up at the end. This rose was mirrored on the other side with a smaller Sunflower sitting between the two, and to top it all off a baseball was smack-dab in the middle. His mind failed to process the size of this… this thing. Suddenly Mitchell got the overwhelming feeling that they were in a very, very bad place. And not just because of the Covenant either.
The First Sergeant strapped his helmet on and linked with the Squad’s private SQUADCOMM. He singled out Compton’s IFF code and opened the channel. Either his fellow NCO would have his helmet on or not, either way, he’d get the message. There were no windows in the Drop Bay. No way of telling what the situation was. Compton was no doubt delivering a rousing speech intended to inspire and prepare the Troopers for whatever they encountered. It wouldn’t prepare them for this.
”Nate, I’m on my way back. Get the squad ready for drop ASAP.
His tone of voice should have made his intentions clear. Mitchell wasn’t ready for bullshit. Things were going to get really bad, really quickly.
The First Sergeant pushed his way out of the observation deck and double timed it down the maze of corridors. Marines and Crewmen turned their heads and stared with wonder at the jogging ODST in full gear, after all there was no reason to be running was there? Not all of the personnel had seen the… whatever it was yet. They didn’t know how deep they were. Hopefully the Commander had a plan. A really, really good one. Because if he didn’t, they were well and truly ******** in ways that were both new and profoundly horrifying. That was something Mitchell had no interest in.
”Aquinas, bring up whatever info you’ve got on that… structure and put them on the Situation Table in the Drop Deck. I want topography and a selection of possible Drop Sites. Let the Commander know we’re in the tubes and ready to drop, and make sure he knows about the Covenant.”
Either the Commander would give the Troopers a Green light to engage or he wouldn’t. Regardless, there would be zero warning, and he wanted the squad to be in the pods waiting. Mitchell had seen more than his share of combat aboard a warship, and he hated every moment of it. A single UNSC carrier wouldn’t last more than several seconds against a group of three Covenant cruisers, let alone an entire fleet. Even if they were surrounded by Covenant on all sides, they’d stand a better chance of surviving on the ground. Hopefully Poole understood that, and hopefully he’d get to a Life boat in time to save his own a** when the Covenant realized that there were humans in the area.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 11:44 pm
Kumar, Whitney // E-5
> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Drop Deck.
So the time had come, to get into the pods. Whitney placed her Rocket Launcher and M7 into the weapon slots. Making sure they really were in, she kicked them. Something made a noise that didn't seem good. But she didn't care, she was more focused on the idea of killing some Covenant scum. She was beyond ready to go, she felt like screaming some war cries, that's for sure. She cracked her neck and few out joints. Stretched some muscles, and made sure her armor was nice and snug.
"YEAH!" She just couldn't hold it in anymore. She had yet to put on her helmet, which probably is a good thing. "TROOPERS! Lets show these ugly sons of bitches why we are called the best of the best! OOH-RAH!" Whitney looked like she was ready to jump someone, and rip them to pieces. She slap on her helmet and cracked her knuckles.
last moments of Reach popped into her head. The planet was defiantly as near to hell as you could get, she was in the midst of planet. She had already killed numerous enemies. But there was one she never expected to run into. A energy sword wielding Elite. She dodged most of the strikes, except one. It went through armor and into her right chest. As it did so, the Elite growled knowing he missed the heart. They both stepped back from each other, which was a mistake for the Sangheili warrior. Whitney had her laser and burned a hole through the lower torso of the Elite. It went right through and hit some Banshee in the distance. She then feel back, and the rest was but blur and darkness.
This sudden memory roused her up even more. She jumped into her pod and strapped in. She wouldn't let any time be delayed.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 1:38 am
::: Corporal Formoe, Cole T.
::: UNSC Iron Sunrise
::: Drop Deck 7
Despite all the excitement and commotion going on between the less-than-intelligent ODSTs shouting out ground-pounder signals that meant they heard and understood what they were told, Corporal Formoe remained totally silent. Beneath that helmet and hiding behind the opaque visor, a calm yet vigilant young man suddenly turned into a beacon of inspiration. His size and intimidating stature alone was enough to bring morale to the ODSTs, knowing that they had giants on their side. What brought the most appreciation was that he stood at a rigid form of parade rest next to his SOEIV, head held high and the silence of the stone man showed to he entire bay that he was ready. He didn't need to go needlessly shouting jarhead coined mottos if he knew he belonged to a more elite branch of the already prestigious military service branch. The way his NCO, 1st Sgt. Compton, spoke to them was less than motivational. Even the ending bit didn't quite suffice to overcome the beginning piece of mystery and confusion surrounding their drop. Like the good soldier, though, he remained silent even when the First Shirt asked for an 'ooh-rah'.
Such trivial ground-pounder mottos were never asked for. If they were said, then it was after an order was issued, Formoe almost felt contempt and blithe disrespect toward one of his First Shirts just for asking such a redundant question. His emotions and expressions were guarded fiercely by his rigid figure and the opaque visor hiding his face, contorted into a look of half-disgust, half-confusion at Compton. The feeling passed quickly and he was back to his rigid statuesque retention of posture while he waited diligently to be ordered to drop. He couldn't wait in the SOEIVs like the other ODSTs, the pod was much to small for him to comfortably sit in for more than ten minutes, which was much longer than any drop any ODST has ever encountered, so he wouldn't become uncomfortably stiff unless ordered to.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 3:35 am
^< Yibbab
^^ The Sacred Place.
Yibbab was doing his usual antics, talking to his fellow Unggoy in the special methane ground base, preparing themselves for battle. "You know, if he gets us, he will tear out our skulls, rip off our masks, and burn the methane." He sighed quite dramatically. "We deserve it." He, being the legendary demon. Yibbab feared the demons, encountering one himself not to long ago. But he was honored for surviving. So they carried on talking, the mix of grunts in the methane base.
Because, there seemed to be no threat, the covenant forces were calm for now. The special forces needed not do anything just yet. So the crazy conversation carried on, until the Prophet gave them notification of intruders.
After a while, Yibbab started to clean his armor, it really did need it after being in the dirt of the previous planet. He used a special cleansing device that completely obliterated all content not meant to be on the grunt's armor. It now showed up the battle damage far more clearly. But it was quite shiny in some places. He then filled his tanks and organized his weapons. He then proceeded to place on his gear and armor. he got into the halfway room,with a group of grunts. They all put on their gas masks and the door to the outside opened. They made their way out, walking on all fours slowly. They all go their various ways that they are suppose to go. Some to left, some to the right and some went straight ahead. Yabbib went with fellow Spec-Ops Grunts to the black armored Elite group.
Yabbib thought it was nice time to take a nap. So a lot of Unggoy did, slowly most of them feel asleep. Of course the Sangheili cringe and glared as them in annoyance. Yabbib was dreaming about something, what it was, it made the Jackals feel uneasy. "Mmmmm, Jackal Stew."
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 3:42 am
»»»Supreme Commander of the Fleet of Continual Light; Naun 'Var Nnaolee
»»Flagship; Exalted Deliverance, Assault Carrier
»Bridge
Confused by the outburst, Naun found himself standing there for a long moment. He had just been disrespected, and informed to preserve the human ship. Easy enough, it was a more common tactic to disable the ship, killing the crew, then sent it somewhere out of the way to dispose of. Actually, the sangheili had been hoping to speak with the SpecOps commander about his role in the battle. No matter.
The bridges crew must have marveled at the sight before them for at least a day when the fleet exited Scared Space. It wasn't one of the Sacred Rings, but it was a artifact of the Forerunners. They orbited the installation for a considerable amount of time before the first expeditionary force was sent out, at the Prophet of Aggression's request. He erred on the side of caution, not wishing to land, only to find that some filthy being that dared make their home here would attack him. The large installation took several ships from a considerable portion of the fleet in order to begin to scratch at the surface of understanding.
This did not he forgot that the humans were approaching. While the several dropships explored, the Supreme Commander moved the ships as to intercept the humans when they appeared. They mustn't be allowed to set one foot upon it's pristine surface. Such it the will of the Prophets. Once that had been taken care of, allowed his sheer awe to surface. A testament to the sheer power of the Gods. Oh, if only an Oracle Master was here, the things they could learn!
If moral wasn't high in the fleet to begin with, this was more than enough to cause all warriors to preform at their best. This was sure to give their fleet the honour it lost long ago. The Council surely could not ignore a discovery on this scale! Those were the thoughts of the fleet as a whole. Regaining lost honour. That was all well and good, but Naun was concerned with getting his warriors home alive. Nnaolee knew that, if pushed, a single human ship could do considerable damage.
He was not interested in losing ships to carelessness.
It was three days after they arrived that the human ship neared it's exit point. "Seventh Tribunal, ready the seraphs." He was not going to send out all the small fighters the fleet had. It was reckless, and he had been requested to preserve the human vessel. "Once the enemy exits Sacred Space, send the fighters to confuse them. In the midst, we will send out our boarding craft." There would likely be supplement seraphs, to protect the craft. But this was serious business.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 7:57 am
1stSGT Compton, Nathaniel
> 1003 Hours
>> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Unknown
The ODSTs began filing out and prepping themselves for the drop. Strapping into their pods, getting their gear ready, apparently his speech had done the job, even if it was somewhat lackluster. There was something in it all that disturbed him however, the rookie. As if on cue with his expectations the rookie seemed to be either in a trance or not giving a good god damn about anything that was happening around him, and that pissed Nate off. He trudged through the thinning ranks of ODSTs as they barreled into the pods, ready for action. As he trudged along the air around him got a slight bit thicker and through the ventilation in his helmet came a distinct odor, one that screamed angry, strong, and yet it was slightly feminine. Or at least, as feminine as an ODST could be without being too soft. The smell was distracting not because of it's pungency, in fact it was quite subtle Nate however remembered that smell fairly easily, he turned and stared at an ODST preparing for her drop. It was none other than the platoon's resident girl balls Sergeant Whitney Kumar that stood before him. She was as hard nosed as any other male soldier in the entire lot of them and it just so happened that the First Sergeant and her had a fling at one point.
" You ready for another drop " Compton asked her immediately realizing his own fail he knew that she was ready, hell she was always ready so he quickly tried to pick himself up, " Well, try not to get yourself killed out there, " he said smiling behind his blackened visor. He certainly kept a facade that he had an animosity towards the woman but he still harbored a few feelings for her, even if she was the devil incarnate. He leaned in covertly wrapped an arm around his ex before whispering in her ear, " And try not to screw too many guys while you're down there! "
Before the good sergeant had a chance to kill Compton as she undoubtedly wanted to a call came in over the radio, it was Mitchell as usual. " Nate, I’m on my way back. Get the squad ready for drop ASAP. " The man sounded more than agitated, like he just got an earful for no reason other than someone else screwed up, sadly it was true. Certainly Mitchell couldn't wait to just drop down there and shove his boot up something's a** so Compton stepped away from Whitney and cued his mic, " Copy that, they're all prepped and ready to go. Mitchell, what the hell is going on? You know how dropping in dark frays my nerves, " he turned to look at the rookie, his a** would be Compton's another day, right now Compton just had to make sure he knew as much as he could so that as few soldiers were lost today as possible. As if on cue the display table flashed too life illuminating the room and whatever ODSTs weren't already in their pods were turning and staring at the center. What could only be described as a large flower sat before them, only this flower wasn't a beautiful pink, no it was magnificent blue painted with patches of white and green and it was being orbited by tens upon tens of Covenant warships. " Holy s**t. " was all that Compton could manage under his breath, but so as to appear together and ready to go he stepped up to the display table instead of staring in awe. They had to have some sort of plan.
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