Lost love.
Author's note: I decided to write a fan fiction while listening to the song lonely lullaby, by Owl city. It has an impactful message that I feel I converted it fairly well. I hope that you enjoy the story and pleased read and review others.
The tears streamed down my cheeks as she left. A girl so perfect and yet here she was leaving and she wouldn't even tell me why. She was the most perfect angel in the entire world and now she was leaving. The darkness seemed to be over-powering as she got aboard the bus and left me alone in the middle of the city.
You're probably wondering who I am. I just graduated college and my girlfriend and I were taking the year off to decide what we wanted to do with our lives. It only happened just in the past week. She began acting weird now that I look back. She had only just celebrated her nineteenth birthday. Her mannerisms changed and she started acting paranoid. That didn't make a difference to me I loved her all the same, and yet it was breaking us apart.
There was nothing I could do, after all, I had no idea what was going on. Had I known anything than perhaps this story might not have happened, or perhaps it would have happened in an entirely different way. I could never forget this beautiful young lady who had made me so happy. Perhaps it was my looks, I thought. I dismissed that thought quickly I mean I was very handsome, and we had been dating for two years.
I remember when we first started dating I was shy and asked her what would make me look better for her. She replied "There is nothing I would rather look at than the way you look now. Now perhaps she was lying I mean I might have been handsome, but I wasn't any kind of model here.
I have short brown hair that I like to keep nicely combed and a slight build, not exactly small, but not too large either. I think the thing I remember most is that she said she loved my eyes. "You have the most beautiful brown eyes." She would tell me on almost every occasion. Now I know that you're thinking you are just a normal dude how could you find yourself a good girlfriend.
I was thinking the same thing. I mean she's a beautiful and extremely talented girl. Her long brown hair flowing over her face and her freckles spotted her face. I've never seen anything more beautiful. She said she thought I had the most beautiful brown eyes. She had the most gorgeous brown eyes ever. Her lips were so soft and her gaze made you melt. You can see why it's so hard for me.
It was like a horrible nightmare that had just come true. The love of your life has left you and the emotions start raining down. The flood of sadness and depressed feelings nearly got me too, however they did do one thing right. In the middle of my depression when my emotions got the better of me I signed up to be an ODST. Hell, in my state how was I supposed to know that meant Orbital Drop Shock Trooper. Seriously, acronyms can get really confusing.
This decision nearly cost me my life several times, but in the end it really brought me back to life. Little did I know where this adventure was going to take me, but by the time training rolled around I was ready to go. I needed a new passion a new love to keep me going. I found on the ride to the training camp that this course really wasn't any easy one. That meant nothing to me. I'd always given a hundred percent.
Now they tell you a lot about training, the camaraderie, and the brotherhood. That's all true I met a few of my best buds in training, we hang out all the time, those of us who are left anyway. The most important thing to me though is the training we endured for example we had to edited by outside source AI,&?$ 1993 Now I know what you're thinking. That training program sucks. You have a lot of work to do and they want you shipped out in a month.
Well it turns out that was the least of my problems. My immediate deployment landed my on some distant moon in the middle nowhere. In fact I don't think our CO even knew why we were there. For several days it was a fun time nothing to do, but hang out and mess around. On around the seventh day everything came undone.
I was patrolling the eastern sector of the mining colony we were protecting when they hit us. I to this day believe they were just waiting for us to relax. They knew we were fresh off the press and they wanted to hit us where it counted. I'm also fairly certain that's what command wanted too.
I was just checking the eastern sector when the main gate exploded. It sent a shockwave through the whole base as insurrectionists poured in through the gaping hole. I watched them as they maneuvered around my friends' flank as though they knew no one would be over here. In fact I hadn't expected to I just wanted to take a walk so I told the CO I was going to patrol the east. Unfortunately for the Insurrectionists they had their backs turned and had no idea I was there.
I took up a position onto of a hill just south of their position. I had never shot anyone before and I wasn't too happy about the fact that I might have to now, but I had to help my friends I picked targets that would be hardest for my guys to take out, specifically the one with the rocket launcher hiding behind a crate. The crazy rebel went to go around the crate and I shot him in the lower left leg, forgetting to apply for the drop. It worked though; the crazy innie fell over and fired the rocket into a group of his teammates. Several of the enemy soldiers were hit and began to retreat. I didn't let them leave without any consequences. I got one in the chest as he turned to look behind him and another through the back of his head as he sprinted to the hole.
The soldiers that were distracting our guys noticed that their flanking maneuver had failed and retreated from the heavy fire of a now fully alert base of ODSTs. The Innies that made it out of the base weren't as lucky as they had hoped, as an armed convoy came rolling in and took out any remaining soldiers. The convoy rolled up to the front of the base and stopped short of the HQ.
Our CO walked out in front of the vehicle still covered in sweat from the intensity of the battle. A full contingent of marines hopped out of their warthogs and stood in rank while the colonel stepped out of the armored car. He walked over to the Co and shook his hand. "Lieutenant I'm glad to see that you are all alive we were rolling out to reinforce you since Intel came in that the Innies were going to attack this base."
Man if that didn't make me suspicious as hell. Why didn't they call to give us a heads up that there might be an attack coming? I mean the nearest base on this rock is over a hundred miles away. I was sure there was an ulterior motive, but I couldn't think of what it was until several other soldiers got out of the armored car. They were what you would think of as typical soldiers except that they looked more like knights than marines.
These soldiers had this strange armor that made me quite uneasy. These soldiers looked like they could take out any one at any time.
"Lieutenant I had expected this to be the first encounter that these soldiers would get to have on an actual combat zone. I'm glad that you guys made it out without any casualties though. I think that we should conduct a combat exercise. The new Spartans, versus your entire platoon."
"Are you sure Colonel? I mean we've got some of the best soldier fresh out of training, but I don't know that the five of these Spartans can take them."
"Well then you won't mind accepting my challenge. If my Spartans win then you guys will have to clean this base so much that I can see my reflection in the floor. If your guys win, then you get R&R for the next whole month."
"Do it lieutenant. There are only five of them." One of the privates called out. The lieutenant hesitated, he knew something was amiss, but he couldn't pinpoint it. "Come on, do it.
"I guess that we take your offer Colonel."
"That was a really poor mistake. You're the officer lieutenant; you should know to listen to your own thoughts first." The colonel laid out the ground rules. The Spartans were going to try and take a flag that we had in the control room and take it out of the base. If at any time either team was out of members they would be force to forfeit. The simulation used special ammunition that immobilized you until the simulation was over. A very fancy war game if you ask me.
The lieutenant had us positioned outside to patrol and make sure none of the Spartans made it into the base. I knew I should have told him that we need cover and to be within eyesight of each other, but he was in charge. I was told to watch the hole that the insurrectionists made, but I was pretty sure they knew better than that. One of our guys was positioned on the wall to provide preemptive warning if they were coming. He was shot as the game started.
I decided on a whim that I was going to pretend to be medic and so I ran over to him and dragged him back to the HQ. While I put him in the HQ the rest of my team I was supposed to be with was entirely wrecked. The entire five man squad was done in less than five seconds. I walked out to view the carnage. The Spartans were moving in formation toward the HQ with the utmost focus. I radioed the lieutenant and told him their position before I took a shot at one of them. It struck him in the shin. Not a kill shot, but for the purpose of the game he was out.
Unfortunately for me that meant that they knew where I was. I immediately ducked into the door way and barely avoided the bullets that struck the metal door. I got into a closet and shut the door leaving my friend alone in the HQ. I could hear the Spartans as they entered the building. They made sure that no one was in the room before they entered. When they had determined that there were no threats they started to make a plan. Their leader started to tell them where they needed to go. He order S-121 and S-143 to the roof to provide over watch while he and S-169 would raid the Control station and steal the flag.
They left and headed their separate ways. One group going to the roof, the other headed up the stairs to the control room. Now being my curious and claustrophobic self I decided to carefully exit the closet. As soon as the door opened I heard a shot and thought they got me already, but it was just fighting that had started upstairs as the Spartans encountered the prepared ODSTs.
I moved up the stairs as the fighting continued. The shots were coming from both sides and I was pretty sure our guys hadn't gotten a hit yet. Finally one of our guys yelled I got him and I heard one of the Spartans hit the ground. That man was silenced immediately by the remaining one, who calls the ones on the roof for back up. Now I don't know how it happened, but I happened to be on the staircase landing when the other Spartans break through the windows straight ahead and start firing on my friends. Now maybe it was just luck or happen stance, but they didn't notice me directly to their right
I walked up the stairs and unload two quick bursts on the Spartans who broke through the windows. They fell immobilized to the floor and I ascended the stairs directly behind the last Spartan. I unfortunately found that I was also the last ODST left as this leader had managed to take out the rest of my company. Now maybe it was a horrible coincidence or just fate but for some reason the Spartans gun was empty. I raise my rifle to finish him off, but it's just like a military grade rifle to fail at the perfect time. My trigger clicked as the gun jammed.
Now both our weapons don't work and he's go the flag, so I do the only thing that comes to my mind. I run and tackle the big 6'5" suit of armor. Now it hurt like hell, but I took this tank down hard I grabbed the flag and started fighting this beast of a human for control of this piece of felt. Now I know it looked dumb, but I wanted to make sure they didn't have the satisfaction of getting the objective so I rolled onto the Spartans arm and wrenched the flag from his hand. I ran as fast as I could and threw the thing in the incinerator.
I know what you were thinking. You are such a cheater. I tend to think of it as abstract thinking/strategy. Now this Spartan had already caught up to me and threw me to the ground trying to stop me from doing what I did. This specific Spartan amused me because he just cared about the objective and now I made for all intents and purposes fail his main objective. Unfortunately, the secondary objective was just as easy to complete. The Spartan tosses me to the ground and goes to grab a weapon from one of my "dead" teammates.
Now I guarantee you I don't practice this and I'm not really that cool, but I was out of options. The Spartan picked up an assault rifle and was spinning around to shoot me when I noticed a pistol on the ground. I don't know how or why I attempted this maneuver, but I kicked the pistol into the wall and it hit at a funny angle and bounces straight into my hand which I shot at the Spartan. Now the world is a very cruel place indeed, because as my bullet struck the beast it fired off a burst of shell which of course covered my chest.
I hit the floor like brick; in fact many guys still say when I hit the ground the entire building shook. Now I know it was a draw, technically, but I also knew that there was an outrageous amount of luck and positioning that went into out draw. The Spartans had proven they could in fact take on a base of highly trained troops and obliterate the base. Now had we not already known they were coming things might have been different, but that's not what happened. As I pondered the scenario in which these event unfolded. The Colonel walked in.
He walked over the immobilized, soldiers straight to where I lay motionless. He did some kind of unlocking thing and told me to follow him. The marines would attend to everyone else. I followed the Colonel out to his car where he stopped. I stood at attention as he pulled out a cigar. "At ease soldier, I'm not that formal. I am very picky about who I have on my team though. Perhaps what you did could be classified as cheating or bending the rules, but I see it as you trying to keep them from obtaining their objective at any cost. With the state of the UNSC today, we are going to need more soldiers like you, especially as officers. So I come to you with a proposition. Either stay here with your team and enjoy this hell hole or you can come back with me and the Spartans and train as an officer back on Reach. In fact I'll even let you bring some your ODST buddies to be on your squad. So what's your choice?"
Now up until this point I hadn't even once considered the idea of becoming an officer, in fact I barely thought about joining the ODSTs. I thought about it for all of a minute before I was sure. "You win Colonel; I'll come back with you. Just let me grab my stuff and my friends."
"Don't worry too much about it lad, we'll still be here a couple of days if you change your mind." The colonel shook my hand and got in his car and headed off to the residence they had assigned him. I walked back into the HQ to check up on my team. The marines were still bringing everyone back up to speed. The Spartans had already been revived and were moving into the barracks. They had packed light so it was easy for them to move in.
I watched the Spartans, unsure of what they were capable of. I knew about the Spartan program sure, but I had never seen one in real life. I thought the Spartan IIs were bigger than this. I assumed that they were a new version of the Spartan IIs but they seemed to be different. I guess it was just the way they were trained or something. After all I only heard a little bit about them. It was during the time after my girlfriend left so I wasn't caring about some military program.
It's been more than a year since then. These past few months have been good to me. They helped me get over the fact that she left with barely a good-bye. Now I'm moving on there's a lot for me with the UNSC so I hope I can find a way to learn to live again. That's why I'm going with the Colonel. I'm going to make a future.
We all met at the mess hall that night for dinner. The Spartans were off doing some other mission so it was just us ODSTs. We got together for a game of basketball afterward. When we got back the colonel was waiting for us.
"So who's coming with you private?"
"I don't know I thought we had a couple of days"
"We did, but the Innies are hitting some of the planets hard and we need men in there. So who's coming or are you going alone."
I turned around and asked my friends if they were interested. Jim and Terence were the only ones who opted in. The others said that they were going to stay with their original deployment. I thanked the others and we hugged before I turned back to the colonel. "My men are ready sir."
"Good. I need you at the space port in thirty. I'd get your stuff around quick if I were you."
The Spartans watched us from the car as the colonel saluted and left us in front of the barracks. Jim, Terrence and I sprinted from the front door to our rooms and just threw all of our possessions into our bags and ran to the vehicle depot. We asked if we could take one of the warthogs and the soldier said there weren't any ops running so we couldn't.
Now Terrence isn't a very patient man, and he is very intimidating. Terence is one of the few black men in our squad, but man if he wasn't huge. He's a large 6'8" 260 lb monster and he wasn't going to walk the five miles to the spaceport. Did I mention he was ripped too? He lifted the soldier up by his fatigues with one hand and asked him again if we could use a car. This time the soldier was slightly more lenient. I hoped in the driver's seat, Terrence sat up front and Jim sat in the back.
Now Jim wasn't Terrence's size, but he made up for it in intelligence. Not to say Terrence was dumb. Terrence was a valedictorian, but Jim was like a super-genius. That kid could build weapons out of just about anything. He could assemble a sniper with just some PVC. He could get you into anywhere you need, and he had the unnatural ability to detect enemy soldiers. If they weren't Spartans he knew where they were at.
It wasn't a long trip by any means, but it felt like forever. The anticipation was overwhelming. I was looking at the road but my mind was in other places as we sped down the highway. I was only snapped out of my daydreaming once we almost rear-ended a car that stopped in the road. I made sure to drive a little bit more carefully the rest of the way home. Now I wasn't exactly sure where the spaceport was, but we managed to make it alright.
It took all of two minutes for us to remove our stuff from the vehicle and make it through the security check point. In the hangar was a lone pelican. The last transport to orbit that day and it was a private flight. We threw everything onto the pelican and hoped in, joining the colonel and the Spartans. We took our seats toward the very end waited for the aircraft to take off.
I'm not one to normally have it quiet when I'm somewhere so I tried to strike up a conversation with the Spartans. "So are you guys from around here?"
"Son if you want to live very long you'll stop asking questions about classified material. The Spartans are really touchy about people trying to access that type of information, and when I say touchy, I mean they'll kill you."
"Never mind Spartan guys." I really hoped none of them decided to kill me, after all I knew they could. "I guess you can all hear where I'm from though. I came from a small planet in the Gamma system. They called it Lyrin II. It wasn't the biggest place in the galaxy, but at least you got to know everybody."
"Son you are treading pretty dangerous water here. If I were you I'd just shut up. Another thing you should know, two of them are women." The colonel pointed to the leader and one of the ones who had provided over watch from the roof.
"Point taken sir. Perhaps.."
"NO."
"Yes sir." I was kind of sad to hear that no one was fond of talking, but I guess that was a Spartan thing. I spent most of my time arguing with Terrence and Jim over which team was going to win the football finals this year. I was very much in favor of Earth, for two reasons. One, they started the sport, and two they were very aggressive when it came to any type of sport.
"Yeah that may be true, but we all know that Reach has the most money of any team. They just buy out all the good players from Earth and have them move to Reach. Earth has a better chance of being hit by a meteor that winning this year's football championship."
For the first time in the entire flight one of the Spartans spoke up. It was S-169. "Reach may be able to buy out all the best players, but Earth has something that none of the teams in the league have. They've got team chemistry and I guarantee you they beat Reach 5-1."
"Told you so." I reached over and gave the Spartan a high five. Such was the beginning of the only friendship every found between Spartans and ODSTs. I found out later that most ODSTs couldn't stand Spartans because they were too proud. I found that if you lose your pride you gain more than enough back in friends to outweigh the loss. Eventually we reached a point where everyone on the flight was in on the conversation.
"No, there is no way that you can build a bomb using just the things in your back pack." The Spartans were very skeptical of Jim's creativity. That's what made him such a valuable asset.
"Now if you take this piece of plastic and UNSC Public Protection Directive 143AG9 This section has been removed as part of an ongoing campaign by the UNSC to protect its people. Thank you. " Jim took the homemade explosive and tossed it out the back of the Pelican. The small package hovered in the air and then fell in the night disappearing into the dark.
"See I told…"
BANG. The package Jim threw out the back exploded and like an elaborate set of fireworks spelled out. Told you so. Jim, Terrence and I cracked up while the others looked on in amazement.
"All you did was put a bag of tortilla chips in a box and threw it out the back of the pelican."
"Actually the acid inside the box dissolves the package of tortilla chips. The acid also happens to be extremely reactive to flour. "
"That's crazy man."
"I know it is. I just put a bunch of fireworks in a tortilla bag when you weren't looking. Then you assumed that it was just tortilla chips and a box."
"Wow. These guys are pretty good about their lying Colonel."
"Good. How else did you expect me to explain to ONI that there test failed?"
"What do you mean test failed?"
"ONI is really strange. They expected the Innies to wipe out your team. Then the Spartans would come in for their first test against the Innies trying to take on a superior enemy, but you stood you're ground. I'd have had you promoted already if I wasn't putting you in the officer program. Putting in extra time and saving you friendlies from enemy attack that's the type of soldier I like to see."
"Thank you sir, but I was just doing my job."
"I know you think that we're kind of putting you on a pedestal for nothing, but the reality is that we need more officers, you just happened to be where I needed you."
"Thanks I guess." I was in the cross between nervousness and excitement as we entered the Colonels ship. The Dawn Treader was a remarkable name for a ship that was always in space. I knew it sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember were from.
"Welcome to my ship, privates. This is the Dawn Treader, named after a ship in a book, by well-known writer C.S. Lewis. I do believe it is one of the oldest in the UNSC fleet too, because they're too busy making back door deals to step up and put money were it needs to go. If it were up to me ONI would be left out to dry, but apparently they have some importance because the guys in charge don't get rid of them.
"You sound like you're very much distrusting of ONI sir."
"The only good thing that ONI ever did any good on was the Spartan II program and that was all Halsey. They barely gave her a budget for a hundred soldiers."
"We'll at least you didn't have to do too much with them on this one."
"Thank goodness for the little things. Spartans if you could show the ODSTs to their quarters I would much appreciate it. I need time to calm down." The colonel ordered as he lit up another one of his cigars."
"The colonel is a good guy he just has times where he feels overwhelmed at that point it's best to avoid him." The Spartan leader told me. We walked down the longest hallway I had ever seen in my entire life. We of course happened to be the ones on the very end. "If you need anything we're three doors down."
"Thanks" I shook the Spartans huge hand before shoving our way into the room. It was small, which was to be expected in a military vessel. There were two bunk beds and a nightstand in the middle. I of course took the bottom bed closest to the door, while the other two took the bed on the other side.
The trip took a lot shorter than I expected. It had only been a couple of days and I felt the ship exit slipspace. I got my stuff ready and walked with my team down the long hallway back to the hangar. When we arrive I learned why the trip was so short. We weren't going to Reach. That's why we left early. The Spartans were given a mission in a classified quadrant between Reach and the Outer Colonies.
This specific planet had an Innie general hiding in it and command wanted them flushed out. Normally I'm not too voluntary on going into hot zones, but I figured the Spartans might need some back up. Jim, Terrence and I would hold the extraction zone while the Spartans moved in and secured the enemy general, if everything went to plan we would get in and out without a shot being fired, but nothing ever goes to plan.
We went down with the Spartans in a Pelican. We would get dropped off just to the North of the quiet country town where the general was hiding. The Pelican would leave and we'd split up. The ODSTs heading to the local airport and would secure it from enemy combatants. The Spartans would grab the general from his safe house in the center of town. It was going great until we got hit by a rocket on the descent. I remember the Pelican going into a tailspin before we hit the ground and then black.
I woke up I don't know how much later in a serious amount of pain as my foot was twisted the wrong way. I hoped it was just badly sprained. Then I heard gunfire outside and the Spartans fighting off insurrectionists coming from the north. As I crawled to the exit of the pelican I saw one of them moving around their flank. I pulled out my side arm and shot the man in the head. One of the Spartans turn around to see me lying there.
"Hey the other ODST is alive. Covering fire!" The Spartan ran over and helped me to my feet and helped me over to behind their temporary cover. I shot the pistol with my right hand as I draped the other over the Spartan's shoulder. We managed to get behind cover just as the Innies popped over for another sheet of gunfire.
"When are we going to get help?" I asked surprised that we were the only ones on the ground.
"This op was off the records. Command can't send anyone in unless civilians are in the crossfire. We're on our own in this one."
"They definitely wanted to test you." I managed to get to a crouch, but my ankle hurt like hell. I popped over the barricade and shot one of the bastards in the face, but there were always two more to take his place. Then I thought of an idea. "Spartan. Do you think that just two of you can capture the general?"
"Of course, but there's a lot of gun fire for us to just sneak away." I just pointed at the half buried man-hole. The Spartan took one look and immediately knew my plan.
"Alright. 143 you're with me. Everyone else hold down this area until we get back." I know what you're thinking right now. They're screwed, with two Spartans gone they have no hope to hold out against the attacking forces. Well quit thinking and just read the damn story.
"Spartan's you see that house over there." I pointed quickly to a brick house just off the side of the road.
"Yeah. We see it. What's your point?"
"I want you to go and hide in that house. And when the time comes I'll radio you with instructions." They both gave quizzical looks, but listened and headed for the house while we provided covering fire. As soon as they were safe I turned to my ODST buddies. "We're going to go and get in the pelican. On three. Ready? One, two, three. Jim and Terrence sprinted across the gap firing at the soldiers that across the road.
I have no idea whether I just have insane luck or just coincidence, but I fell while I was running, because of my ankle, and several bullets whistled overhead. From where I had fallen I decided it would just be easier to crawl to the pelican. So I crawled over the debris to the pelican which was half embedded in the ground. I rolled into the aircraft and laid still, tired from my efforts.
"I… Need one of … You guys to use the…. turret." I gasped between breathes while directing their attention to the mountable turret just over their heads. They pulled it down and immediately planted it on the end of the pelican. Terrence fed I the ammunition as Jim spun up the turret. It reached its speed and unleashed a flurry of bullets on the enemies brave enough to be out from cover.
I had grabbed a DMR and was covering him while I sat with my back against the chairs. Several times a sniper went to take Jim out and every time I shot first. It was working of=n three hours and I was beginning to fear that the Spartans couldn't complete their mission. As if on cue the Spartans climbed out of the man hole with their new captive. Now it was time to put the final phase of my plan into action. I grabbed a rocket launcher and gave it to Terrence. "I need you to shoot the garage door of the house over there."
The rocket whistled through the air over our friendlies and into the garage door. The rocket exploded demolishing the garage door. I radioed the Spartans. "I need you to.."
"Already on it." The Spartans sped out of the garage at eighty kilometers an hour. They parked behind the Pelican as it was the only piece of cover large enough to protect them. Jim continued to lay down fire as Terrence helped me to the cars waiting behind the Pelican. We helped the Spartans bring their captive before I called Jim.
"Alright, we are leaving. Move." Jim left the turret and ran to the side of the Pelican. We put down a wall of covering fire so that Jim could get safely in the vehicle. We pulled out of the battle zone and down a road that led away from town. The Spartans pushed the cars to over a hundred and twenty kilometers per hour.
"Dawn Treader this is Blue Team Actual all team members accounted for meet at evac zone delta, Over."
"This is Dawn Treader. We hear you Blue. We are sending friendly forces to the evac zone. They'll be there in twenty."
"Shouldn't we secure the evac zone before we get there?"
"We could, but we're not going to meet them at the original evac zone. I pick a secondary location in case something went wrong." We sped along the road watching the fields fly by.
"Hey 169 how'd you get to drive?"
"We'll captain. It's actually because I'm a man. We all know how women drive." The Spartan laughed as he pulled alongside the other vehicle."
"Hey don't you know better than to talk and drive at the same time. It's a distraction." Called 143. I don't know what it was but her voice sounded so familiar. I didn't have long to dwell on the thought. We arrived at the extraction point a minute later and loaded onto a pelican headed back to our frigate.
It was a relatively uneventful flight. Everyone was tired from the battle. It wasn't until we got back to the frigate that anyone said a word. "You know what I'm going to go do? Take a shower."
Yeah, was the group response as the general was escorted from our responsibility. We waited for the colonel who came to talk to us about the mission. He walked into the hangar with and strolled over to us. "Good work Spartans. Helping us to retrieve that General is very important to the war effort. Your accomplishments shall be noted accordingly."
"What about us?" Jim complained.
"You guys were never on the mission roster; you joined at the last minute. Besides in order to please ONI their star accomplishments must be awarded recognition."
"Wait we aren't even on the shipboard roster?" I was suddenly confused.
"Well yeah, you're going to be trained to lead other soldiers we don't want others to know where you're going. The Innies could use that to their advantage."
"Very good point. So does that mean we're headed for Reach now?"
"Yes. We should arrive there in approximately five days. So enjoy your time to rest. Dismissed." We all made our way down the exceedingly long hallway to our room. We threw everything where it needed to go and immediately headed for the showers. When we got to the showers the Spartans were already using them.
"Come on in the waters fine." We were kind of unprepared for that remark as we undressed. Normally I was anything, but self-conscious. It was probably the fact that the lead Spartan was a girl. "Don't worry we don't judge around here." I had to smack Terrence over the head to get him to focus on what he was there for. Then I thought of something. "Where's Spartan 143?" She prefers to take hers on her own time. I guess it's just her thing.
I turned to listen to the Spartan, but she had stopped talking. I was at first transfixed by her smooth legs. Then my eyes traveled slightly higher and I got a good look at the Spartan's sex. I continued up past her navel to her breasts which were perfectly rounded. Then I looked into her face and remembered that I was definitely staring at her. "You like what you see soldier.
"Yes, I mean no, I mean maybe. I don't know. I'm sorry."
"You're lucky she hasn't killed you yet." One of the Spartans told me grimly. I stood quiet for a few seconds before the entire group burst into hysterical laughter. "Just messing with you man. This happens all the time with new recruits. Eventually you get used to it. As long as you don't actually touch her, you're fine.
Now I had to pry my eyes away from the Spartan. It was hard not to be entranced by them; after all they were muscled and well fit. The male Spartans were slightly larger than the females and also were more covered in muscle, whereas the females were toned. I was lead to believe that the females were supposed to be the fast runners while the guys would be like tanks.
My mind tends to wander a lot, but it kept coming back to the Spartan who hadn't taken a shower. I put on my dress uniform and walked down the hallway to the Spartans room. I knocked twice before she responded. She said to come in if I really wanted too. I of course really wanted to visit so I walked it. The first thing I notice was that the room was decorated much like an average room. The second thing I noticed was that the Spartan was out of her armor. The third thing was that she was incredibly beautiful. The fourth thing was…
"Kyliegh?" She turned and I was sure it was her. She definitely had some changes about her, but I knew it was her.
"No, way. Get the hell out of here now. I don't want to see you here." She said throwing a giant book at me. I ran out of the room and back to mine.
Author's Note two: Wow bet you didn't see that coming, or maybe you did. We'll see what happens in the next chapter. Please read and review. I always like feedback especially when it comes to writing. I'd also like to point out that this is an M rated romance fiction. So be aware of what might be coming up. I hope you enjoyed the story and I plan to update. Soon.