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Author's Note: I'm still quite new to writing, and I tried taking a dialogue filled route in two stories. I figured I would do better if I just tried to write a nice, action filled, FF. I'm also entirely new to writing and accept CONSTRUCTIVE criticism.

I still laugh at all the stories I hear from the first encounters of the installations. The last spartan takes an escape pods from one of the strongest military fleets and lands on a big circle. Who would of guessed the luck, right? I mean, only his entire team died on impact. People who put their life to guard, protect and serve him. Or maybe one of the highest held lieutenants in the history of man kind, we all knew him as "the black dude with a cigar and a funky lookin hat" in my platoon. He ended up giving his life to keep chief alive. Why? I often wondered that myself, until I got around the power house of a human.

Personally, I was trained as an ODST, to drop in and take out as many as I could so this all-mighty hero could claim the victory and add another notch to his belt. Do I hate "Master Chief" because he stole all my credit and glory? Nope! What I do hate is that I wasted my time protecting his sorry ass so that he could wind up lost in deep space for four years. I lost a lot of my good friends trying to defend his sorry ass so he could take his nap. I can't tell you how long it's been since I've gotten a good night's sleep, seen my family or even celebrated a holiday. I couldn't even answer you if you asked me when the last time I removed my helmet for a leisure, over a duty.

Most of my platoon, whats left anyway, is in complete agreement with me on at least one thing. If we're going to be the Chief's bitch, we want to be next to him every step of the way. Whether he knows it or not, we will do our duty. See, what most people don't realize about an ODST and a Spartan, is that an ODST is supposed to be quiet, fast and efficient. A Spartan on the other hand, fast, loud and destructive. Chief will never know we're there and will continue his missions as normal. Simple.

My old team on New Mombasa was a strong ass team, not only did we trust and know our weaknesses, but we personally DELAYED the destruction of an entire planet. They knew me as Mickey, too bad they'll never really know who I am. I kind of miss them to be honest. But then again, Buck was an asshole that only gave a damn about his little lover "Dare". Romeo and I had a bet that he didn't even know the woman's real name. But I guess none of us knew one another by their real name, hell, the new guy got named "Rookie". Some freaky ass, explosion fanatic got named "Dutch". I'll never understand how these names came to be, but that was my team. Now we don't drop together and it feels pretty lonely.

But enough of the old stuff, lets get to the new. I enlisted to be apart of the ODST portion of the "UNSC Infinity" simply because the ship's population seemed way to small to be armed well enough. Little did I know that the ship was equipped with an entire Spartan dock ready to roll out, only downside is that this is the first time the Spartans experience off-planet.
There's a small group of ODST on the ship, so I stick with them most of the time. I've gotten used to the human-like sounds of conversations. We also don't run under the jurisdiction of the ship commander, Del Rio, either. We run under our own jurisdiction, too bad there isn't anything to "juristic". At this point, we've already set up our own ranking system. I'm not the "top-dog", but I'm pretty close, I'll get to the top soon though.

The officials seem to be kind of off edge about where we're going and won't release information to me. It's starting to get quite annoying, I wanna know what kind of situation I'm jumping into. But I'm not a Spartan, so Palmer wont throw me even a nibble of information, obviously they know whats happening. I put the egg head of ODST to the challenge of finding out what's going on in this ship, in a less legitimate way though. We know him as "Chandler", he's a small little guy, but the last time I saw a shot as good as his was when I worked with Romeo, and it's not often you hit a target traveling at eighty Kilometers an hour.

So far he's dug up another Pelican to drop off a squad of Spartans and two more for Marines and ODST. This just means that we're nearing something big and need more men. A SQUAD of Spartans, isn't a normal circumstance. I guess they're trying to cover it up with the Marines and ODST. I also got our best recon to go do some "casual over-hearing" on the deck, get a feel from Palmer and Lasky. If my guy doesn't get any good information, he's to take what he got and use it against them until he gets what we want. We had to give him a name, he hasn't said a word since he boarded the ship. He seemed to respond real well to "Rookie" when I first met him so that's what I call him. Everyone else calls him "Rook".

And for shits and giggles, I'll introduce you to my wingman; Dutch. We were the only two to stick together(that we know of) after New Mombasa. Though this is the strangest man I've ever met, he's also the only man I trust to throw a grenade, or really anything else.

Dutch thought of a great way to stay loose and "ready for glorious battles of the future". I liked it better when he just said loose. He decided that him and I should spar for the other ODST to see what a true team looks like. We're getting in the "Pit" for the first time today. Really, the "Pit" is just a small circle off the entrance to "Sparty Bay". It's made up of supply crates, it's just big enough for us to "dance" comfortably. Every ODST showed up, they wanna see a bit of action.

We get our plating and helmets off, so it's just our t-shirts, jeans and tags. Vaulting over the supply crate in front of me, I let off a little groan of pleasure. Dutch takes his sweet time getting into the Pit by pushing a crate to the side, and putting it perfectly back into place.
I give him a little taunt to start things off, keeping a strong tone and a smirk on my face. "You ready for an ass whippin', Dutch?"
"Aaah yes, Mickey, I am ready to sink my knuckles into that pretty little stomach of yours." He lets off a quiet refute, ending in a gentle laugh.

Bringing our fists into guard positions, we start the match. He takes the first shot, as predicted, at my gut. I stop it with a quick jab into his elbow, and a quick attempt to trip him over. Unfortunately he hops over my foot, sending a fist into my kidney. I wince and back up, I haven't been hit without any plating on in a long time. I fix my stance back into a defensive one and wait for his next blow. He's doing the same, mirroring my movement. I send a quick fist towards his stomach with my left, knowing he'll block it, I send my right into his jaw. It connects and sends a fury through him, he takes my left arm and tosses me to the floor by twisting it around completely and lifting me off my feet. I hit the ground hard and let off a groan of pain. He still holds my left Arm behind my back. I try and force it out of his grip, but it doesn't work, instead I throw myself upwards using my right arm and throwing a foot underneath his. Then it clicks, I don't want him to fall, I want to improve morale for our guys by beating the hell out of him. I withdraw my foot enough to set him off-balance. He releases my arm and tilts back, back on my feet I send a fist into his gut, another into his chest, Moving my fists quick and strong I continue this chain until I knock him out of the ring over a crate.

He hits the floor with a laugh, the other ODST look astounded at his actions. He raises up his hand and gestures for me to go to him. I do as I'm gestured to do by vaulting over the crate.
"Help me up, Rabbit." He says it with a sinister laugh behind it, extending his hand towards mine.
I lock my hand into his and thrust him up to his feet.

Mocking him I give him a slight refute,"Alright Turtle, but only this once, you gotta learn to stay on your feet."

Our eyes meet for a second, giving off a thankful glare. We both needed a good beating and we got it, Dare used to keep us in check and now that she's not around, it's hard to stay "in check".

Just as we finish getting re-suited, Chandler runs up to us.

"Sir, good news, ODST are boarding on main bay in T minus 10 minutes. Rook has chosen a good spot for us to log the new additions into our database, but keep hidden." He has a pip in his voice that sounds extremely energetic. You can tell he used to wear 2-inch glasses in high school and by the way he talks, you can tell he was extremely anti-social.

Rookie doesn't show up too far behind him, less rushed though, he nods his head for us to follow him. His face has a slight scaring along the side of it, you can tell he used to be a marine by the shape of the scar, it takes the shape of a marine half-rubber half-plastic helmet. There's a loud un-latching sound from the hangar, they're readying for the Pelican, which means that they're getting ready to board.

Rookie breaks into a sprint towards a wall and leaps up it, grabbing a hold of a ledge about 7 feet higher than his arms' length. I do the same after he shimmies his way to the closest catwalk over-head, pulling himself up quickly and lunging over the railing he breaks into a sprint again. I'm barely over the ledge myself when he jumps across to a vent chamber and rips off the cover. I follow behind him into the ventilation shaft. I glance behind me, neither Chandler or Dutch followed. Rookie takes a strange path and winds up into the hangar's ventilation opening. He gives it a light kick, so it falls open slow enough for him to catch it before it crashes into the floor. We're pretty high up, but he manages to find an even higher area. He leaps across to a small docking crane and sits on it, looking towards the energy shield that protects us from deep space and safety. I stick to opening in the shaft. He gestures for me to follow over to him, which I eventually do after some self-persuasion. I sit next to him.

We sit in silence for a few minutes and the crane shifts catching us both off guard, considering how we both nearly meet a cold and ironic end. Not to long after the shift a Pelican zooms in. The crane shifts again, but this time it places over the Pelican. The crane drops onto the Pelican, and guides it to a landing zone. The entire time I'm shitting my pants because of all the unguarded subtle movements.

He looks at me, mouths "We're fucked." and jumps onto the Pelican, I follow. He sprints off the front of the Pelican, and right into a group of Marines. Deciding it's best he doesn't get an earful alone, I follow, only we're not getting an earful. We just discretely added ourselves to the greeting party. I hear a high-pitched beep in the back of the crowd, it's chandler setting up the logbooks for whoever comes off the Pelican. Dutch is right behind him, laughing uncontrollably. He eventually decides to push his way through the crowd and join me, Rook falls back to Chandler.
The next part happened so fast, I still don't believe it happened.
"ATEN-HUT! COMMANDER ON DECK!" Palmer calling over the crowd, she heads towards the front. Del Rio follows behind her, eventually passing her to the general area where the entrance of the Pelican will drop. It takes a few seconds to click in, this isn't any ODST delivery, these are important people for Del Rio to come out of his nest. The door falls and the occupants of the Pelican follow, falling into a line, facing the greeting party. I recognize the symbol on their shoulders. I look over at Dutch, he's already looking at me. Buck got his own battalion, that dickhead didn't even include Dutch or myself. Then he emerges from the Pelican, his hair still in a mold of what it was when I first met him. Another figure follows behind him, Dare.
Del Rio doesn't contain his excitement; "Buck, Dare! It's nice to see some formal ODST, you wont believe how uncontrollable and unstable the ones on hand already are!"
Buck doesn't give him a second of his attention, instead him and Dare scope the crowd in front of them. I notice she's missing a few inches of hair, coming just off the bottom of her ears.
Del Rio seems confused he turns and scans the crowd himself, trying to piece together what they're looking for.
"Buck, what are you-" Del Rio tries to ask a question, but Dare has already found the answer that they were looking for. She eyes Dutch and I, giving Buck a little nudge and nods to our general area. A smile overwhelms his face when he looks over. I can't help but do the same, it's nice to be surrounded by old faces. Dutch starts into a laugh again and starts towards the Pelican, I follow behind him. I start to notice his smile fading into a smirk. I smack the middle of Dutch's chest to hold him in place, and not a moment to soon.
"Men!" Buck gives the command, and in a second we're surrounded by silenced SMGs.

**AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wont be updating this story until I have a certain Review:View ratio. The last FF I wrote got barely any views and only 3 reviews, and I put A LOT of time and effort into it. I just don't want to waste my time. ***