Hello – Assault Rookie here (yeah – bad nickname. Deal with it.)

This here – Blood in the Fog is my first fan fiction. As of yet I have not been able to complete this yet. I am planning to finish it by like, in the distant future, possibly, like, later. Boom – definition of ambiguity. In all seriousness, it is intended to finish at C60+, considering that each chapter is about 1000 words or so.

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"Fog? Didn't we take it back when the bloody Brute apes got their ass kicked?" I stated, annoyed, looking at Jack through the console. The reply was stern. "Things have changed, Spartan 025." I disliked that – even though I was a Spartan 4, a fully-fledged soldier, it was not going to change my humanity. Nonetheless, my squad commander continued with his deep commanding voice, "Entire planets' colonies have been disappearing. This is not a simple case and must be stopped. Our ride will be tomorrow. Be prepared." Dam. Out of all the planets we needed to be put into Fog. "Why should it be Fog?" I complained, "Last time a platoon tried to investigate they couldn't see a damned thing – they call it Fog for a reason. And they disappeared like the citizens. Plus all their shit got fried to hell." The gaunt face in the screen looked blankly at me. When he does that, it means "shut your mouth if you want to keep your heart". And I liked my heart, so I stopped. "Debriefing closed. Dismissed," and with that the console turned off.

I sighed. Ever since the UNSC discovered that giant metal ball with a fancy name called Requiem, it went all paranoid for anything like a Composer. It was reasonable to some extent – but when planets were abandoned with no bodies, well, UNSC was more like Hamster on Coffee. I walked to my cabin, with a grunt at the door – the room was of course, too tight. UNSC Sunlight wasn't a frigate designed for Spartans. In fact my fire team and a couple others were the only ones in the fleet. That was a downside – we were alienated from most other marines. And another one was because of the size of the cabins, I needed to share rooms with other normal marines. Just because I am a rookie, I grudged. I walked in and all marines snapped to attention – all were same rank as me and fresh out of boot, but being a Spartan gives you some base respect. At least I had some authority, though I thought it was a pathetic one too. I took my armour off– I was quite an odd one out of my fire-team, because everyone thought that sleeping encased with titanium plates and gel without a single contact with real air was good. I slept uneventfully, preparing for my mission tomorrow.

And thus, tomorrow came – the kind of tomorrow you need to go inside a shithole and do nothing. Stupid tomorrow. Off I went to the briefing – we were already briefed over coms and consoles, but UNSC was, as usual, paranoid. I was glad to meet familiar faces – or faces behind a visor. Sam 049– the technician, renounced for memorising whole manuals about stuff I don't even care about. Adam 099 – heavy weapons and vehicles specialist, with an obsession over big fireballs. Jack 113 – the leader of our fire team, the run of the mill chisel faced commander. Harry 025 – me, the "assault into the enemy cause you are a rookie" dude. For some reason I was called "Joker", to this point I cannot figure out why. Anyway we made up Fireteam Zenith. I suggested "Commando" or "Skull-cruncher" but they were dismissed, as per usual Jack.

We hopped on a raggedy-ass Pelican and the Pelican jolted a lot. "Shit, can't UNSC install stabilisers into these Pelicans?" I cried. Sam started to speak, but I quickly injected, "whatever. It's better than getting blown up mid-air like 14th Squad." I felt a little sorry, but when Sam starts to speak, he will speak. For a long time – about how the coupling manifest is too big, or the Pelican's aerodynamics is too inefficient… and it goes for hours. I remember last debriefing Sam started to recite the frigate's airlock circuitry, and we all excused to leave and escaped to our cabins. Even the officer tried to escape and dismiss, but Sam held him back. According to Jack we were committing insubordination, but at that time we were too desperate. The pelican jolted again.

Jack looked at me and warned me, "Cut your attitude – we don't know what's down there. We don't need complaining."

"But what else do I take on when I cut my attitude?" I retorted

"No complaining – professional attitude."

"This IS my professional attitude!"

Then he stared at me with his death stare, and I stopped. Of course, I did not know what his facial expression was, but it was a certain aura that was given off when he did that. "ETA 3 minutes – check your weaponry." he grumbled. I reached and grabbed my assault rifle – standard issue, the all-time fashion trend for a rookie. And the matching pistol. Then I grabbed Slicer. It was a small dagger, not military but a rarity, being made up of thorium magnets and titanium B. Awesome for stabbing through shields, Slicer and I go a long way back. I sat there and admired my handiwork yet again. It was a little weird praising my own work – but look at that sharpness!

"ETA 30 seconds!" Jack barked. I holstered by assault rifle, sheathed Slicer and stood up – oh and attached my thruster pack. Looking around, it reminded me of my petty arsenal. Sam took on the stick-det (sticky detonator) and shotgun, with Promethean Vision. Adam had his Xploder – customised rocket launcher and a SAW, plus he attached his Hard light shield. Jack had a battle rifle and a DMR. What really stumped me was that he got the jet pack! The Pelican shuddered, groaned and landed roughly, then creakily opened the doors. We stood up and turned to face the fog (man, I've always wanted to do that as an ODST).

I think this part is called the afterword. Or something. Anyway, please review, and comment – message me if you want to. Also, this afterword thing will contain any boring foot notes or after notes.