USNC Class Orbital Drop Shock Trooper, Division Beta, CODE – 109602 Name "Robert McCallum"
That was how he was to address himself from now on, no identity apart from the name 'Rob' or the call-sign 'Beta -10' or even just 'Private'. No recognition of who he really was, no justification in his new lifestyle or titles. The only thing that his detachment to the ONI formation Battle Cruiser named 'Red Dusk' had really taught him, was that identity was mainly based on code-names and actions; not who he really was or felt like inside.
Robert walked down the column with the rest of his team, a twelve man team of ODST's similar to himself; yet somehow more different to him then he could ever imagine. He was around the end of a quick progression of loaned UNSC forces to the ONI divisions of offensive counter-action on rogue units throughout the galaxy, hopefully this job brought with it more opportunities to reveal his own worth to the rest of the group.
After reacquainting himself with the mess hall, armoury, his private quarters, the training rooms and of course the debriefing section of the massive ship; the ODST walked around, exploring the hull of the vessel as he searched for some form of recreational centre. He was alone as he found himself in some of the more advanced forms of training rooms and mechanical mech's, a massive hanger-bay lay dormant to his right; filled with UNSC Warthog's and light Reconnaissance Mongoose's.
He turned around again, getting mad at the lack of a recreational centre; these ONI soldiers couldn't be so screwed over and paranoid to not require a few hours of once in a while? Robert started considering going back to his private quarters in failure, he had a scheduled debriefing in three hours so he had time to burn; but something stopped him.
A figure walked past the hanger bay quickly, a lot quicker than any human he knew. It had flashed blue as he saw it walk by, almost as if it were an encased minor elite running through.
Robert shook his head, he was being paranoid with the lack of food in his belly currently; but he followed the strange entity quickly, trying to catch up as soon as he could.
The strange being entered a heavy set of corridors, walking briskly through the metal hangers quickly and efficiently.
"Hey you…stop!" Robert called ahead, trying to identify the unknown warrior in front of him. The figure immediately stopped walking, its blue armour not revealing anything until it turned around and faced the pesky ODST.
A Golden visor loomed down on him, surrounded by a heavy Mjonlir Mark V helmet that co-existed with the heavy blue armour that encased his entire chest, right arm and legs. However his left arm was something completely different, a white skinny set of mechanical levers and aluminium fibres that together formed a robotic arm with a nimble set of fingers at the edge.
It was a legendary Spartan IV, a super-soldier that could defy all odds and defeat the demons of the covenant without a trouble or pain in the world; it was true to say that Robert almost felt humbled to be in the blue soldier's presence.
"What" A single word renounced through his helmet's microphone amplifier, almost deafening the ODST with the harsh simplicity of his demand.
Robert took a while to respond, all too aware of how much power this abomination possessed; maybe his team-mates were right about how wrong it was and how flawed these soldiers really were.
"You know where the recreational centre is man?" The Hell-jumper questioned, all too aware on how stupid he sounded after he spoke.
The Spartan IV stared at him slowly, the massive golden visor piercing through his question and revealing how stupid it really was; then without a word the blue soldier turned his back on him and started walking away.
"Hey!" Robert called out, he knew his question was foolish but this Spartan was being plain rude to him, "Dude I just want…"
And then the hell-jumper made his first mistake, grabbing onto the blue soldier's shoulder pad lightly; simply trying to gain his attention but unfortunately receiving all of it at once.
The Spartan IV spun around quickly, smashing his mechanical elbow back into the ODST's chest and sending him flying back into the side of a corridor wall. Robert collapsed against the floor, looking up at the soldier with a confused anger.
"What the hell was that for man? Jesus you Spartans are just bound to fail!" He swore at the ONI controlled soldier, spitting out at the floor.
Silence filled the atmosphere as the statement made was carried onto the Spartan slowly, letting him walk forward with both fists clenched; one mechanical and the other encased in heavy blue gloves as armour. It didn't make a sound, simply standing over the fallen ODST and slowly staring at him in a fixture of complete anger, fury and above all: Sadness.
The Spartan IV didn't make a sound, but he unclenched his arms and simply turned around; controlling himself as he left the ODST lying down in the middle of the corridor. He didn't turn back, only keeping himself going with the memories of his fallen squad and friends.
He couldn't turn back.