Mini story inspired by a Youtuber's video of a Arma 3 Operation -heavy mods included- (It's a game, but the many bugs won't really be included, of course) but more realistic.

First Class Private David S. Tray, 39th ODST Shock Battalion

Stalwart Heavy Frigate, in-orbit of a rebel controlled fort on [[REDACTED]]

Orbital Drop T-Minus 08:00 current time 07:43

"'Right Troopers! We'll be dropping in T minus 12 minutes, any pra- Private David, what in the world do you think you're doing?! GET AWAY FROM THE DARN SPARTAN, for christ's sake!" Sergeant Orion Lyke, bellowed towards the unfortunate rookie. Orion the room occupants' squad leader. One of many squads to take part in securing staging grounds for greennecks, as the Marines are calleds. The Squad consisted of four Fireteams, two of the fireteams having heavy-grade weapons. But more importantly, was the spartans that were assigned per 4 squads (which would be 15-29). Even though it would boost the survival chances of the troopers, there was still lingering hate among the ODST and SPARTAN Branches, even if a large portion of the spartans didn't share it.

The entire briefing room cringed slightly, thanking god to not be in the Sergeant's ire. "But s-sir! The Spartans a-" The instant the troopers in the room heard the private talk back made them glad they were not in his shoes. "ARE WHAT?! SON, YOU'D BETTER HAVE A DAMN GOOD EXPLANATION FOR BREAKING DISCIPLINE!" Just as the Sergeant was marching his way toward the ever shrinking private, the Spartan that was observing the exchange, decided to step in. "Sir, with all due respect, the PFC asked simple unclassified queries. We're also running on limited time." A, Surprisingly, femanine but muscular filtered voice came from the Spartan which pretty much caught most of the Veterans off-guard, mostly due to them running into male spartans. Even the Sergeant himself was startled by the voice for a moment before catching his breath. "And just who the 'ell do ya think ya are?" The sergeant questioned the Spartan. She was going to respond, until Orion's watch suddenly started beeping.

The veteran ODST perked up and turned away from the Spartan to address his squadron. "Troopers! Gear up! We drop in 3!" a series of Sirs answered him as the soldiers followed his orders. He turned his head over his shoulder pad and spared a glare at the female spartan before fully turning around to address the rook that was about to berate minutes ago. "Don't think your out of this mess just yet, private." he spoke with annoyance before jogging toward the exit for the local armory.

"S-sorry Ma-am." The private apologized to the armor clad, heavily armed, 6 ft 9, female spartan. "No need to apologize, private. It's not your fault the Sergeant despises spartans, now go gear up." The spartan replied before striding toward the doors before pausing, "Oh and, good luck, trooper. Give 'em hell" She says as she partially turns to give the PFC a three fingered salute before continuing.

A/N: I hope you know what spartan i was David was talking to, I'll eventually reveal why she's acting less formal to him then the Sarge, and no not Girlfriend

David sighs in relief as he finishes strapping the rest of his gear onto his standard armor plating. He was the Beta team's Light Machine Gunner. Give him a target, some hundred bullets, and they're dead, usually depending on how far they are. He was loaded with Mags for his LMG, so moving was going to be… a real big problem. A slap to his shoulder padron signaled to his assigned teammate. Lt. Nathaniel R. Jathel. "You good Dave? The squads' are boarding the drop pods, we'd better hurry." Nathan said to me as I chambered a round into the LMG "I'm green. I'm guessing you're the same?" i say, he responds with "hell yeah, wouldn't miss killing some innies!" 'Heh, good ol' Nathan, just like in boot camp. Still annoys me that he was promoted several times higher than me!'.

I finished securing my LMG onto the side rack with my drop pod before I climbed in. Just as I settled into the seat, several Marines rushed past my pod. One of them stopped to give me a quick salute, which I gladly gave back. "Good luck down there, sir!" the marine yelled out over the machinery before continuing on with his brethren.

The pod's door closed as the pod itself was maneuvered to begin final preparations for drop sequence. A voice came over his helment's communication channel. "This is Colonel James MacSam! If you haven't heard before briefing, we'll be dropping on both marked landing zones for the marines! Along with heavily fortified Anti-Air positions! We'll be taking out the AA before the Marines land! Got it? Orraah?!" The Colonel yelled before a chorus of "ORRRRAAHHs" was heard that I also sang along with. A monotone female voice spoke over all of the drop pods' intercoms, "Drop sequence initiating in. . . 5"

"Beep"

'Red light''

"Beeep"

'Orange light…'

"Beeeep"

'Yellow light….'

"BBEEEPPP"

'GREEN LIGHT'

The familiar sense of weightlessness came upon me as the drop pod flew toward our destination. An explosion rocked the side of my pod before everything went black.

A/N: Ok, I was originally gonna make this chapter longer, but went eh i am too lazy right now. So with that decided, here's a cliffhanger! And no, he's not dead, his going to be a main character.