Alarms blare, sirens ring, and chaos ensues as the first training cycle of the UNSC's newest class of ODST trainees race to their "class", this is no ordinary class, but the training regimen of the UNSC's elite Orbital Drop Shock Troops, alias ODST. This means that these students will have to be the best, they were originally taken from the ranks of the UNSC Marine Corps, but that now meant nothing to the drill sergeants of the UNSC ODST's who in comparison to the Drill Instructors of the Marines, were a hundred times tougher. They HAD to be, or they'd end up dead, to be a good Marine, you had to be willing to put your life on the line for the UNSC, and be willing to carry out whatever orders you were told. However, to be a good ODST was to always be putting your life on the line, as every drop was a combat drop and no one could say what would be faced, or how many would come back.
But this brought out the best in the recruits, who by now were at the drop station of the ship they were on UNSC Phantom, one of the many ships equipped with drop pods that had been re-equipped as school ships for the ODST trainees. All of the pods had been used in combat, and no two looked alike now, some had scorch marks, others had dents or plasma burns, and some looked like they had been run over by a Scorpion tank. This was because The ODST's were often dropped behind enemy lines, and so the pods were not of great concern to the UNSC Military because they could hundreds of thousands of pods to replace the ones lost in combat, or blown up, with the trooper inside. Being an ODST also meant you had to put up with directions and orders from ONI from time to time, not something even the Spartan command could tolerate, as it was against regulations for civilians, ONI included to interfere with a Spartan OP.
But Our story begins back on the ground, in South Africa, New Mombasa, with a Marine who desired more than to be just another Marine.
This Marine was Sergeant Victor Tyumbe, a 26 year old Explosives expert, and clearly not content with being just another number in a sea of Marines, He wants to be special, to be important, and do no be cannon fodder for the Alien Covenant, should they make a return to this part of the Universe. So he goes to Command to request transfer for training in the Elite ODST ranks, and to his surprise, they approve and he gets his wish, however, he knows very well this will be no easy cake walk, even for him. He knows how often other Marines wash out of ODST training, and he is willing to die for the title of UNSC ODST, and no matter the cost, he planned to become one of the ODST warriors. Days later he finds himself reporting for new duties at the ODST training yard called "Eagle's Ground" the so called soldier killer, and our sergeant now finds himself among 250 soldiers looking to make the cut and become the best.