Halo: Insurrection-Helljumper
Author's Note-This will be a short Fan Fic that goes over what happens between chapters 4 and 5 of my original Fan Fic, Halo:Insurrection. Basically this is what Halo ODST was between Halo 2 and 3. So, yes its all part of the same story, but this is from a different view in a different location. Enjoi.
Private First Class Thomas Bledsoe unpolarized the visor on his helmet. The young Helljumper looked out over the horizon. From his position on top of the three story military complex, he could easily look out towards the dense forest that stood half a click away. The only thing between him and the tall ever greens was an open field.
His bright greens eyes slowly scanned the sky. The sun had yet to rise up over the trees, but painted the clouds brilliant shades of pink, purple and dark blues. He loved working at this complex. Though he knew that in a few hours, the beautiful scenery would be replaced with violence. The crimson shade of blood would replace the pink clouds that hung ever so gracefully over his head. It saddened him, the great war had ended a little less than three years ago, and already the Brutes wanted to pick a fight. But, none the less he hung his head, then quickly checked his M7 smg. A quick sweep over the small weapon confirmed a full magazine, a functioning scope, and a tightly attached silencer.
His com came to life, filling the speakers with a deep voice, Dallas'. "Hows the view?"
Bledsoe smiled, "great. How about you?"
"Could be better. If I wasn't standing next to a damned Spartan."
The reply made Bledsoe choke a bit, "a Spartan? What the hell are they doing here?"
Dallas' came back with an annoyed tone. "Well theres only one on the complex, for now at least. But according to intel, we can expect to have another seven here in a few hours. All we have to do is hold off the Brutes till the UNSC fleet gets back from hail."
The UNSC ships still travled slower than any Covenant ship. Though the Humans and Elites had formed a strong alliance, the war left both races severely crippled. It would take months, years even before the economy was good enough to begin building and testing any new equipment.
But what was this about them having to hold the Brutes off long enough for more Spartans to show up? Sure the ancient quarrel between the pride of the Marines and the Navy's bio freaks had subsided a bit, but the ODST's still held a grudge with the Spartans. And Bledsoe was absolutely sure that he and the other 100 Helljumpers on the complex could tear through any enemy with out a single Spartan.
He keyed his com, "why does it feel like every time we are called into a combat situation, the Navy feels the need to have the Spartans hold our hands?"
His friend chuckled back at him. "Maybe they think we need to hold their hands. I don't know...But, at least theres plenty of us. I mean eight Spartans in comparison to a hundred of us? They may even want to sit this one out."
He thought this one over. Some would argue that a single Spartan was equal to five ODST's, and some would even beg to rase that number. Either way, he was in for a fight. Defending the ONI installation that laid 300 feet below the UNCS HQ should be a walk in the park. He only wished he could be on the other side of the building with his squad. How he managed to land a shity position alone on the opposite side of the complex was beyond him.
SPARTAN-D072, Flo looked down at the surrounding ODSTs. She had never felt so out of place, and now she was alone surrounded by several Orbital Drop Shock Troopers that hated her. The tension was nearly unbearable. But, she just had to stand here and wait for the UNSC fleet that had taken off towards Earth to show up. Though she knew it wouldn't be quite so easy. The fleet had made a series of transmissions about a fleet of Brute ships being led by the Insurrectionists.
She just stood there though, ignoring the nasty looks she was collecting through the unpolarized glass panles that protected the faces of her the ODST allies. The Spartan opened her mission objectives and for what seemed like the hundredth time, she read them: protect UNSC HQ, meet up with new team- Wolf Team. It was a short list, but obviously she was no longer a "Lone Wolf" and now part of a team, or rather a pack. She had only received these new objectives just hours ago, and whats more was that ONI was taking relieving her of her AI, Fender, into serious consideration. She nearly blew up at that little bit of news, she was given the AI due to her lack of companionship-in terms of people she could relate to. For the past few years she had been on several missions by her self, traveling, eating, living, and working alone. She had a bond with Fender, and as always, her mood triggered a comment.
"Flo, are you okay?" It was Fender's voice, his voice had no accent, just plain english that you expect to here a speech instructor give to a student. Just plain understandable english.
Flo thought for second, Fender is in my mind pretty much...no sense lying to him. "I don't want to loose you. I may be a Lone Wolf, but we are a team."
"Don't worry about that, for no focus on the-one second...multiple in system slipstream ruptures! They aren't UNSC!" Flo looked up, and sure enough multiple ships were emerging from slipspace. She cycled the bolt on her modified BR55 and casually rested it on her shoulder.
Bledsoe's com channel came to life again, this time on the open channel. "All combat personel report to stations, prepare for combat! We have multiple enemy drop ships in bound on this complex!"
The com went silent again, but the area around him came to life. Several ODSTs clad in jet black ballistics armor rushed to there stations. The click of their boots as they ran and the clack of hundreds of rifle bolts filled his ears. His eyes went back up to the descending drop ships, the rising sun was nearly blocked out by them. Highjacked Pelicans and the purple tuning fork shaped Covenant ships all dropped out of the sky. "What a hell of a time were going to have."