Band of Brothers
The large fleet of Pelicans in the air roared out through the clouds. Sgt. McLann stared out the tail and watched as the other dropships followed behind them. Taking back North America was going to be one hell of a pain. McLann turned around and stood up. He walked over to the cockpit and watched out the window. Forty thousand ODST were jumping this day. He turned back around and looked at his men. First platoon sat around in the Pelican and checked their equipment. "First platoon! In these years that I have served with you, you are the best and brightest of Able Company I have ever had the pleasure to know. Today we jump feet first into hell." A red light went off next to him on the wall of the Pelican. "Stand up and check equipment. Standby to jump, and make sure all parachutes work. Equipment check!" He yelled over the sound of the tail opening.
He looked at them and then yelled, "Equipment check call!" "Twelve okay!" yelled Pvt. Red. "Eleven okay!" yelled Pvt. Jones. "Ten okay!" yelled Pvt. Jackson. And so on for the rest of the platoon. The red light next to McLann winked to a green. "Alright, I'll meet you all at the DZ. Watch out for artillery and machine guns and keep your heads low until we regroup! Go, go, go!" He yelled. One by one the platoon jumped out of the tail and opened their parachutes. As they passed out of the clouds fully, he could see plasma being fired straight up towards them. As the last of the platoon jumped out, he took one last look at the beautiful sight, and jumped.
He pulled the latch on his parachute and it flue open above him. He wavered in the sky and then settled a little. He watched below him and braced himself as he closed in on the ground. He landed with a crash and his parachute dragged him along the grass. He stopped it and cut it off his suit. He then cut the straps off his rifle and hefted it up to his chest. He looked around and stood up. He was in a small opening surrounded by a forest. He walked to his left and entered the forest. He walked to a tree and kneeled down. An ODST body lay ridden with plasma scarring. There was a crack, and rustling in the area. He raised his rifle to shoulder level and slowly swiveled around at a forty-five degree angle.
Three ODST popped out of from behind a set of trees. He looked at the patches on their arms. Dog Company. He sighed. "Sir, do you know where the hell we are?" asked one of them, with a slightly British accent. "Not the slightest clue." He looked at the two. "Either of you have a raincoat and flashlight?" he asked. "I do sir." Said the one with the British accent. He handed McLann the flash light, and the other trooper searched his canvas bag for the raincoat.
The last trooper looked around hazily. McLann looked at him. "Private, set up a defensive perimeter." He nodded and walked off ahead. He then took out his map and put the raincoat over his head. He took the flashlight out and then turned it on over the map. He studied it closely. They were five miles from the DZ. And as for the D Co. guys, they were almost sixteen from their DZ. He turned the flashlight off and pulled the raincoat off his head. The two looked at him. "Alright you guys are about sixteen miles away from your DZ. I'm about five from mine. For now you'll stay with me. Let's go get your friend and move out." McLann told them. The two nodded and followed behind. They ran up behind the third trooper and tapped him on the soldier and kept moving.
As they closed in on a bridge they heard slight barking sounds. Grunts. McLann threw up his fist, palm straight up. They all kneeled down and raised their rifles. McLann waved the third soldier over. "What's your name son?" "Pvt. Farson sir" He answered. "Alright Farson, on my command." He waved the rest over. "Everyone on my command." They all raised their rifles to bare. The grunts walked by, about five or six. McLann raised his hand again, then with a lighting quick speed, slapped it down onto his rifle, and opened up on them. They dropped like flies and laid their, choking on their own blood.
Ok this is for those of you who have seen the AWESOME HBO series Band of Brothers. A WW2 setting, of operation overlord, if im correct six hours before the D-day landings. This is a Haloversionof the 101st jump division.