AN: Hey guys, I was reading the first chapter of this story and realized something went wrong with the doc manager, and the story made no sense. I have fixed it and hopefully this now is easier to understand. New update will be on 6/19 or 6/20!
The war was over. Odd thing to hear after all of this fighting and death but it was the truth. The truth that humanity had fought, begged, and died for. Two god damned wars, the first against the covenant led by their Prophets. The next against the Sangheili led by the "Anti Arbiter". Humanity went from trillions pre war, to only three billion. The UNSC still had control, no small miracle, but war was the last thing on their minds. Another war would end us. So we were all isolated on earth, in fear of coming in contact with another race that wanted us dead.
There was no more need for soldiers like me, they wanted farmers, engineers, hell they paid people just to become "breeders". Apparently the number of applications to that job were mostly male, surprise surprise. I may be only twenty four, but I felt like an old man. I wanted nothing more than to like in a hammock somewhere and just let the peace soak in.
Sadly that was not my fate. I said that the UNSC had no need for soldiers, I wasn't lying. Apparently they had need of a goddamn show dog that used to be a soldier. I went from place to place, city to city, waving a flag and looking all patriotic like. I hated it. I would drop down from low orbit from my pod, kick the door out and proudly display myself in front of civvies and vets alike. Boosting morale they said, keep spirits up they said, me and the other guys and girls who did it knew they were full of crap.
So here I am dropping in, shooting shit with all of the other guys on coms as we fall, looking down at my patchwork, but shiny, ODST armor, feeling the comforting weight of my Anti-Material rifle on my back, my DMR in my hands, and the energy sword I got of the zealot on Sanghelios on my hip. Then things go to shit. One second my pod is falling and i'm next the com is dead and the pod is shaking. The window in front of my face doesn't show the comforting blue of an atmosphere but just black with a bunch of white lines. I screamed like a little girl.
The next thing I feel is the pod hitting the surface. I unstrap myself from the harness in the pod and hit the button with a shaking hand for the door release and i'm greeted with something different for a change. Instead of the large stage and the cheering crowd I have grown accustomed to I see rolling grassy hills and a small colony in the distance.
"Well shit I'm not in Kansas anymore am I?"