AN: Hey, Peoples of the Fanfic Universe. I do not own Halo, the Rookie, Dare, Buck, Romeo, Mickey, Dutch, the Superintendent, Vergil, The Covenant, the Flood, The UNSC, or anything else Halo-related that I missed. Oh, I also don't own the SPARTAN-II program and all involved in it.
ODST 97325-10427KJ strapped into his pod and prepared to drop into New Mombasa. Those dumbass technicians had better've fixed the Goddamn launching problem on my pod, He thought, Or there'll be hell to pay. His radio crackled, and the left-hand video screen crackled to life to show his Staff Sergeant's face. "Troopers, we are dropping onto the roof of that Covie Supercarrier! Get ready for a party!" Keith smiled behind his helmet. His Sarge was crazy. They never told him to his face, but he was. There was a dull fwump as the drop pods started launching. Keith waited for when his pod would launch. Adrenaline was flooding his body. Nothing happened, and the ship kept moving forward. "OH MY GOD!" Keith yelled at the roof of the pod. "YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT!" He punched the roof, and the pod dropped. He looked down and realized he was gonna miss the carrier. "Goddamn it," he muttered under his breath. The Covie ship crackled, and his stomach jolted as he realized the Covenant was going to make a Slipspace jump in atmosphere. The rupture closed and a shockwave expanded over the city, swallowing most of the drop pods. Then the wave hit him, and his pod's electronics died. His pod slammed into a building, and he blacked out.
Keith groggily returned to consciousness with someone pounding his head in with a hammer. Hitting the bolts, he blew off cover of his pod, and climbed out. I'd hate to get stuck in the side of a building, he thought, That'd be a pain in the ass to get out of. He rolled his shoulders, grabbed his SMG, and started looking for anything to help him out. He heard a phone ringing off the hook. He looked in the phone's general direction. Who the hell would call someone in a destroyed city? He remembered an emergency briefing before the drop. Isn't there a Superintendant running the city or something? He wandered over to the phone and picked it up. "Hello?" he spoke into the phone. "Hello, traveler," a mechanical voice replied, "Mombasa welcomes you! Anxious? Stressed? Please remain calm. Control circuits now open-with pride!" Keith frowned at the phone. "What the hell?" His VISR system recorded the rest of the phone call in its Comm segment, and Keith started walking away. He tried to head right, towards ONI Alpha Site, but the Superintendent flashed signs telling him to go left, towards Uplift Reserve. "Don't walk," the Superintendent asked him. He ignored it and continued for the security doors. He entered the controls to open the doors, but they didn't open. "Oh, come on!" he yelled at the doors. "Emergency stop, please remain calm," the Superintendent asked him. "I won't, you lousy piece of shit!" he yelled back at it, "I'm just trying to get to the ONI building to 'regroup with friendly forces and/or discover their' goddamn 'current location'!" the control panel flashed the words: KEEP IT CLEAN. "SCREW YOU!" Keith yelled at the panel. He about-faced and walked towards Uplift Reserve, muttering under his breath about malfunctions and tearing apart the local AI wire from wire.
AN: I don't know how half the stuff I pu in my disclaimer even applies to my story...
Anyway, please review...
Constructive criticism is appreciated.
