ODST-Rayman

by Fiam

Simple mission- go in, shootout, rendezvous, Exfil & get out...until the drop pod messes up and end up at the bad side of the map where the mission briefing says 'DO NOT GO HERE'. ODST Rayman has to weave through enemy territory to rendezvous provide 'support to an UNSC asset' in the area until Exfil as his superiors stated in the mission. Those UNSC douchebags say it like its easy

1. Chapter 1

The temperature around him flare up, HUD digits spinning up fast passing a hundred degree Fahrenheit, as his pod hit atmosphere. He braced himself for the impact, tightening grip on his rifle and his eye's on his pod trajectory mapping as he tried to focus on the combat mission. He checked his rifle, grenades and ballistic armour; the safety was on, and everything else looked good to go.

The pod alarm blurred flashing red all over and pod became turbulent, vibration shaking him into panic. His eyes darted around looking for any issue inside the pod, a simple crack could progress into a premature ejection at Mach speed. He spotted error readings as his trajectory deviated from the target and his pod stressing as boosters and aerial fins attempted to adjust back on course.

"Oh shit, oh shit O SHIT NO!" he yelled, he had heard stories from the ODST's, heard the chief and squad leader constantly warning about the pod messing up but always thought himself as favoured by God and Jesus would never let this shit happen to him on his milestone 300th pod drop, not just he made lieutenant the Wednesday before, not TODAY!.

He watched as the pod schematic turn yellow, then more alarms wailed and suddenly he remembered an engineer lecture about the something in the manual about an emergen-, the downward camera-view popped up in his display as he entered and numeric protocol on the side access panel.

"This is MC-21033A, Pod malfunctioned, and course deviated eight hundred metres off, meta coordinates 222.01, 53.1." He burst into his radio.

"Copy that MC-21033A, just proceed five hundred North west and rendezvous with Charlie squad." A calm female voice responded.

"You make it sound easy" he responded,

"Moatfish out" the female voice concluded.

He watched the schematic of his pod turn yellow, and then the tail fins turn red blurring more alarms, suddenly the rear fin indicators went dark and the pod shuddered violently as the two fin came off the pod. He watched wide eyed from the rear-view camera as damaged fins broke away in bright orange still burning from atmosphere friction,

"Can't wait to tell the guys about this" He said, and then laughed as the pod's reverse thrusters ignited and inertia jerked him and the ground in the camera rushed towards him. The cameras went dark. The pod hit earth.