Boxaman
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Planet Reach, 05:45 Local Time.
It was early morning on the planet Reach as a Pelican begins the ascent to space. The Pelican was jam packed full of sixteen nervous soldiers who were woken up early to spend a few hours riding in said Pelican. The soldiers were all from a variety of backgrounds; some were from the Marines, some from the Army, and a few from the Colonial Guards of various colonies. One was even an ONI operative being trained to be embeded in ODST squads as an intelligence officer. All were wearing ODST trainee fatigues. All have been training together for the last three months to become ODSTs, with the majority of their class washing out, with a few dying during drop pod training. Their training class started with four hundred and now all that was left were those who were on board.
The Pelican rumbled as it accelerates to push through the atmosphere. They were being transfered from the primary ODST training facility to the orbital space station. The ride from the station to the planet surface was silent, the atmosphere tense as the trainees knew they were being sent to their final test to become ODSTs.
Once the Pelican stopped rumbling, they knew they were in space at that point. A few minutes later, the Pelican docks on the space station above the planet. The bay door opens and the trainees marched out. Just outside the Pelican stood five people.
The one in the middle was the Colonel who had been training them for the last few months. Colonel Brecken had four men in ODST fatigues on each side of him. Two were young men, one was middle aged, and one was heavily scarred on his left face. They could see that each of them was scarred in some way, but the one on the far right was horrendously scarred and his left arm looked to be artificial under the fatiques, confirmed if one looks at his hand that is robotic.
"A-TEN-SHUN!" yelled the drill instructor who had rode along with the trainees.
Once every soldier was at attention, the Colonel said "At ease." and waited for them to stand at ease. Once they did so he started "As you all know, you have all survived the ODST training and are ready for your final test. This test is a simulation of a combat drop. You will all be split into four four-man fireteams, assigned to each man next to me. You will be dropped from this space station to the ground below. The objective is to be the first fireteam to capture the flag in the middle of the drop zone. You will be given full ODST gear as well as your standard weapons, only with stun rounds. Your performance will determine if you become ODST or not. Now, get aquinted with your fireteam leaders. Dismissed."
Immediately, the four ODSTs silently motioned the group to follow them. The four soldiers lead them on a brisk jog towards the barracks. Once there, they each entered a sepereate door, leading to four different barracks. The drill instructor barked out orders for each person, calling names and pointing towards the door that they were assigned to enter. Kira was the last one to be assigned
"KIRA WATSON." yelled the instructor. "Your shady ONI ass is assigned to Fireteam Charlie." he then pointed towards the door that the battle-scarred ODST entered. As soon as she entered, all three of her fellow fireteam members groaned as they sat on the benches inthe room.
"Not the ONI bitch,"
"Bet she has a regulation to quote about this training."
"Shut up and focus since we are going to have to carry her mercenary ass."
It was early morning on the planet Reach as a Pelican begins the ascent to space. The Pelican was jam packed full of sixteen nervous soldiers who were woken up early to spend a few hours riding in said Pelican. The soldiers were all from a variety of backgrounds; some were from the Marines, some from the Army, and a few from the Colonial Guards of various colonies. One was even an ONI operative being trained to be embeded in ODST squads as an intelligence officer. All were wearing ODST trainee fatigues. All have been training together for the last three months to become ODSTs, with the majority of their class washing out, with a few dying during drop pod training. Their training class started with four hundred and now all that was left were those who were on board.
The Pelican rumbled as it accelerates to push through the atmosphere. They were being transfered from the primary ODST training facility to the orbital space station. The ride from the station to the planet surface was silent, the atmosphere tense as the trainees knew they were being sent to their final test to become ODSTs.
Once the Pelican stopped rumbling, they knew they were in space at that point. A few minutes later, the Pelican docks on the space station above the planet. The bay door opens and the trainees marched out. Just outside the Pelican stood five people.
The one in the middle was the Colonel who had been training them for the last few months. Colonel Brecken had four men in ODST fatigues on each side of him. Two were young men, one was middle aged, and one was heavily scarred on his left face. They could see that each of them was scarred in some way, but the one on the far right was horrendously scarred and his left arm looked to be artificial under the fatiques, confirmed if one looks at his hand that is robotic.
"A-TEN-SHUN!" yelled the drill instructor who had rode along with the trainees.
Once every soldier was at attention, the Colonel said "At ease." and waited for them to stand at ease. Once they did so he started "As you all know, you have all survived the ODST training and are ready for your final test. This test is a simulation of a combat drop. You will all be split into four four-man fireteams, assigned to each man next to me. You will be dropped from this space station to the ground below. The objective is to be the first fireteam to capture the flag in the middle of the drop zone. You will be given full ODST gear as well as your standard weapons, only with stun rounds. Your performance will determine if you become ODST or not. Now, get aquinted with your fireteam leaders. Dismissed."
Immediately, the four ODSTs silently motioned the group to follow them. The four soldiers lead them on a brisk jog towards the barracks. Once there, they each entered a sepereate door, leading to four different barracks. The drill instructor barked out orders for each person, calling names and pointing towards the door that they were assigned to enter. Kira was the last one to be assigned
"KIRA WATSON." yelled the instructor. "Your shady ONI ass is assigned to Fireteam Charlie." he then pointed towards the door that the battle-scarred ODST entered. As soon as she entered, all three of her fellow fireteam members groaned as they sat on the benches inthe room.
"Not the ONI bitch,"
"Bet she has a regulation to quote about this training."
"Shut up and focus since we are going to have to carry her mercenary ass."