"I'm getting shipped off to where?" The young ODST yelled out loud at his two ODST superiors, Alex and Chris, who exchanged nervous glances at each other.
"Calm down son, we're not shipping you off to anywhere." Alex said, putting his fist on the table outside of the ODST's see-through launch area.
"Except back to your own kind." Chris pointed out; smiling and nodding slowly before he was cut off by a glare from Alex.
"This is exactly the kind of crap I'm talking about!" The ODST said, pointing at Chris. "You are shipping me off somewhere, aren't you?" The two ODSTs exchanged glances before speaking again.
"Look, this is a very important mission; it could be the key to the entire war." Alex said calmly.
"You always say that!" The ODST replied, slamming his hand against the drop pod.
"Look son, you're lucky that I managed to even negotiate this, command wanted you dishonorably discharged!" Alex shouted back at him.
"It's Michael!" The ODST shouted back. "Wait, did you say son?" He questioned softly. Chris looked at Alex, who slammed his hand down on the launch button. Sending Michael's drop pod falling through a hole in the floor.
"So where's he going?" Chris asked as Alex took out a cigar.
"Panderka or something." Alex responded while lighting the cigar.
"You think it will actually work?" Chris questioned.
"I hope so, for his sake, because there's no way he's getting out of this system in anything but a body bag." Alex replied.
"Yeah, say, you want to go scare some new recruits?" Chris asked as he stood up. Alex took the cigar out of his mouth,
"Eh, why the hell not, it's not like we've got anything better to do." He said as they walked out.
"You mean you haven't got anything better to do." Chris said, to which Alex replied with a not so friendly punch to the shoulders.