Part 1- The Transfer
Date: 06/6/2554
Time: 10:46 A.M
Location: Orbiting Sanghelios.
UNSC Titan/Hanger bay 2
Brit wasn't your average marine, well he was an ODST after all a British one to be precise. He had a different build compared to other ODSTs, he was slim, skinny with slender like arms. He had experience from the war that ended a year ago with a body count of 5, but during that time he watched his brothers getting killed right in front of his eyes. Did he suffer from anything during the war…yes…after his brothers died he became depressed and lonely. He may be an ODST meaning he would get a lot of attention for being a walking killing machine but he wasn't popular amongst the ranks of the UNSC.
"Corporal" a foot made impact with his armoured shin. "Corporal" the voice barked at him while kicking him again. Brit gave in and opened his eyes. He had been sleeping against a large container in the middle of a large crowded open floor filled with standard UNSC vehicles ranging from a waterhog to a pelican. He then looked up to see a spartan in red armour with a white tint to her chest. He shot up off the floor within a second and saluted the spartan
"M'am" he said while saluting the red giant. "At ease hell jumper" she said in an annoyed way. The ODST then lowered his arm to his side "your name is Cole Ashton…but the other spartans and a marines call you Brit?" She asked him in order to make sure she was correct. He nodded before she continued "and the reason behind this is because you are the only one aboard this ship who is…British?" She was holding a holopad with her left hand and was tapping the screen with a finger from her right hand. Brit moved his eyes up and down the soldier in front of him. "Why people make a big deal out of it is unknown to me" he explained to the spartan "…in other words yes I am British" he said with a slight smile knowing he had awnsered two questions. The spartan looked down at brit averting her visor from the screen in her hands. Brits smile grew "you can tell by the accent?" He asked her. The spartan ignored his comment and turned her head back to the pad "the rest I know…where you were born and date of birth…anyway follow me" she said turning away from brit.
He grabbed a black duffle bag along with his DMR and what looked like a katana in a sleeve. He started to follow the spartan while wrapping his swords sleeve round the right hand side on his waist with the handle being able to be easily drawn using his left hand. The spartan turned to see if brit was following her as he was ordered to. She noticed the bayonet on the end of his DMR attached to the barrel "Brit…what you volunteered for is beyond to make even me think it is a brave thing to do" the spartan explained to him as a docked phantom came into view through the crowd of UNSC servicemen. Brit nodded in response before the spartan turned back round "I know I know I get that a lot…but really I have nowhere to go once I hit the holiday or what ever long term break I get…" The spartan agreed by nodding to him "yeah but out of all the places to go…the home world of the elites…I can't decide wether that is brave or an incredibly retarded thing to do" the spartan told informed him with slight disbelief in her voice.
The phantom had a red tone to the standard Covenant purple colour most of the UNSC are familiar with. The hatch to the leftside was open with several sangheili swordsmen guarding the vehicle. A large sangheili in red minor armour standing besides the entrance to the landing craft noticed Brit approaching the vehicle. He then crossed his arms and roared "Brothers ready the phantom…we are leaving!" He yelled at the group of elites. Brit looked up at the spartan "well guess this is the last time I will see another human being for a long time…two years isn't long...oh and one more thing what is the holopad for?" He asked her as they both stopped a few meters in front of the large sangheili minor. "Information regarding your personal life…something for the guys in the labs" she told brit. Brit nodded "so…what you tapped down on that" he pointed to the holopad in her hand "will be translated from English to sangheili?" He asked her as he approached what seemed to be the leader of the group of elites operating the phantom "yes…they will use translators to translate the information so that a-" the spartan was cut off by the sangheili in a rather disrespectful manner "A proud swordsmen like myself can read what you have said about this warrior" he then pointed to Brit. "I apologise for my disrespectfulness…most sangheili swordsmen do not like to be kept waiting" he turned away from the pair and walked towards the open hatch in the phantom. Brit stood there for a few seconds thinking about wether he had made the right choice or not. After a moment of thoughts battle one another in his head Brit started to walk towards the phantom slowly. The spartan dropped her arms by her sides "Make us proud Brit the whole of the UNSC is on your side!" Brit turned around to her with a smile on his face and gave one final salute before boarding the craft.
As he boarded he dumped his gear down carelessly onto the floor by the hatch to the cock pit of the craft he then sat next to the bag and placed his rifle on the bag. He detached the bayonet and placed the plate in its sleeve on his leg. The floor vibrated with the sound of the engine powering up. The elites aboard the phantom kept glancing at him every few seconds identifying the human they will be fighting with for the next two years.