SPARTAN-124
It was a hard drop. I was in freefall. I was tense. I was one of only Thirty-Three who survived the process and Seventy-Five of the original who had been together. I was one of the lucky ones, the ones who didn't wash out of the program. We'd been commended for countless services. Countless battles and in the process we'd only lost three of us. We'd always win though. We lost three, but we were able to succeed none the less. Master Chief, John, had sent us to help defend Reach. To keep our MAC Guns active. Fred, Red-One, was the team leader. John, Linda and James went for the harder mission in space. To be honest this was probably going completely FUBAR. Covenant were everywhere, we've abandoned out Pelican and now we were "hard dropping" into Reach, what we knew as home.
Hard Drop though was an understatement. We were literally free-falling as all we had was this or wait for the Pelican to crash. It was one hell of a drop, but it was my favorite type of drop. I was always favoring the higher more riskier drop styled missions. Especially when I could get into an HEV. If anything I had a higher feel for HEV drops and the equipment ODST used. Even if they hated me. I respected their feelings for such things. Though they could never do something like this. Fall through the atmosphere at terminal velocity and to-Ow. Okay I just hit a tree... and another... and another... and Oh crap, this is going to-Thud.
When I finally stopped rolling I did a complete systems check. However did I survive that, I don't try to figure it out. My systems were slowly recovering and I needed to move. I had lost my Ammo and Grenades in the crash, which left me with my only weapon, a Shotgun with Seven shots in it and my favorite Combat Knife. I got up, got my orders and proceeded forward. This is going to be one hell of a day. I remembered more and more of my prior battles as well as times out of battle and the past. I knew this place, after the augmentation process I tried to outrun Kelly here. Stupidest. Idea. Ever. Even tried to go toe to toe with Sam in a friendly match. It didn't help that he was a good two and a half feet taller then me, but it was still a gun match. I once I got my Armor, everything fell into enjoyable place.
I was a Close-Combat Specialist of my brothers and sisters. I was the Close Combatant and one of the Toughest of them. I took more direct plasma hits then any of them and still came out fine. It was the only amount of luck I actually had, survivability. I pushed past my memories and continued forward. This battle now was for Reach, home and in the end of it all, humanity. I pulled the shotgun from my back, pumped it once to load a shell and charged into the fray to meet my brothers and sisters.
Then I awoke to Thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving People.
Hard Drop though was an understatement. We were literally free-falling as all we had was this or wait for the Pelican to crash. It was one hell of a drop, but it was my favorite type of drop. I was always favoring the higher more riskier drop styled missions. Especially when I could get into an HEV. If anything I had a higher feel for HEV drops and the equipment ODST used. Even if they hated me. I respected their feelings for such things. Though they could never do something like this. Fall through the atmosphere at terminal velocity and to-Ow. Okay I just hit a tree... and another... and another... and Oh crap, this is going to-Thud.
When I finally stopped rolling I did a complete systems check. However did I survive that, I don't try to figure it out. My systems were slowly recovering and I needed to move. I had lost my Ammo and Grenades in the crash, which left me with my only weapon, a Shotgun with Seven shots in it and my favorite Combat Knife. I got up, got my orders and proceeded forward. This is going to be one hell of a day. I remembered more and more of my prior battles as well as times out of battle and the past. I knew this place, after the augmentation process I tried to outrun Kelly here. Stupidest. Idea. Ever. Even tried to go toe to toe with Sam in a friendly match. It didn't help that he was a good two and a half feet taller then me, but it was still a gun match. I once I got my Armor, everything fell into enjoyable place.
I was a Close-Combat Specialist of my brothers and sisters. I was the Close Combatant and one of the Toughest of them. I took more direct plasma hits then any of them and still came out fine. It was the only amount of luck I actually had, survivability. I pushed past my memories and continued forward. This battle now was for Reach, home and in the end of it all, humanity. I pulled the shotgun from my back, pumped it once to load a shell and charged into the fray to meet my brothers and sisters.
Then I awoke to Thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving People.