Disclaimer: The only things I own are the original ideas the don't come from roosterteeth... I'm just too lazy to list them all.

Robert DaKine was your average Hawaiian kid, that is to say, he was of asian descent (not totally, only about a quarter) and had jet black hair which he usually spiked up. When Rob was 17 he was drafted into the UNSC for the war against the "alien scumbags" as his professors called them. Thus begins his story.

"Alrighty, another new recruit huh?" Sargent Monty Brian asked. "Well, you're in luck soldier, the famed "Hawkeye" team has an opening. You're to be Hawkeye six."

"Wait, what happened to Hawkeye five?" A suddenly anxious Robert asked.

"Nothing, he's still there. It's what happened to Hawkeye six that should worry you."

"Great, just great." Rob muttered under his breath.

"Care to tell me what happened to him?"

"Aww, trust me dude, you do NOT want to know.

"C'mon Monty, I'm pretty sure I do."

Just then, a random soldier walked up.

"Oh hey, are you talking about Hawkeye six?"

"Yeah, can YOU tell me what happened to him?"

"Trust me dude, you do NOT want to know." He said, walking off.

"I'm pretty sure I do!" Came Rob's strangled reply.

UNSC Starbase over Requiem
0800 the next day.
"When are you planning on going AWOL?" Monty asked him.

"You know, why are you even here? Are you going to stalk me throughout my career or something?"

"Naw. I'm only supposed to stalk you for the next six months. We've been transferred to Sidewinder."

"How long till we have to leave?"

"Two weeks."

"Well, I guess we should get busy then, shouldn't we? I mean, I haven't even had basic training yet. Didn't you hear about that guy who was beaten to death with his own skull?"

"Oh haha Rob, but I don't think that's physically possible."

"That's what he was saying!"

Planet Sidewinder
1625, 3 days later.
Rob awoke to a horrible combination. Vic over the radio and the air raid sirens.

"Yo, dude, your life signs just perked up, im gonna guess you either had a heart attack or you're finally awake, dude."

"Dont you ever sleep Vic?" came Rob's tired reply. "Can't you just leave a guy alone? Unlike you, I ENJOY sleep."

"Woah, take it easy dude, maybe instead of a friend I should consider you something that ISNT a friend, amigo."

Rob locked Vic out of his helmet with his override code, wondering why he wore it to bed in the first place. Instead of going to his battle station, which was the fuel pump for the tank, he decided to go over to the oil fields,and shake things up a bit, since he knew the covvies would be gunning for it. He hid behind an oil barrel, wondering if this was a good idea with all the explosions going on around him. He decided to move, and instead hid behind a barrel marked "petrol", thinking it meant non-perishable food.

He waited for just the right moment, ran out from behind the barrel, decided it wasn't just the right moment, and went back behind his barrel of explosives. He waited a bit longer, then jumped out and grabbed the banshee right as it loosed a plasma torpedo, which made a very heroic looking action shot. He clambered up on top and suddenly, to his surprise, his plan didn't go so well when the banshee started doing barrel rolls. Rob was a timid but brash person, being shy around new people and extremely comfortable with the people he knows. Suddenly the brash side mysteriously disappeared.

"I-I H-hatteeee H-higggghhhtssss" became his battle cry as he saw the foot of whoever was driving the banshee sticking out of the end. He grabbed the foot and yanked, the elite flying out and landing on the ice with a bone crushing CRRUNCH. By this point, the banshee was starting to tilt, and Robert made up his mind that he was gonna try and fly this thing.

Suddenly, Vic came back on the radio.

"Yo, dude, looks like you could use some help."

"Thanks Vic, but I think I'll pass. How did you get back inside my helmet anyway?"

"Dude, you forget I'm a higher rank than you. My override command overrides your override, if you get what I'm saying."

" God damn it Vic. What's the point of me even having my own override code if you can just override it?"

"Uh, dude, you might wanna look out for that tree."

Suddenly realizing Vic was right, Rob decided it was time to focus. Narrowly avoiding the tree, he swung himself inside the open, spiraling hatch as it swam down through the clouds. After he had gotten inside (luckily it hadn't tilted too much) he steered for home base, which as much as he hated it, was the only place he could go on Sidewinder. When he arrived, he found the oil field in flames and his barracks roof caved in. Lucky he hadn't slept in that morning. He arrived to something he hadn't expected, the sound of the AA (Anti-Aircraft) guns shooting at him. It's during these times that one thinks of something cheerful, or something he remembers fondly to get him through the hardship. Rob did neither of those.

"Well dude, looks like this is adios, amigo." came the helpful voice of Vic over the radio.

Instead of thinking of something good to encourage himself, he just muttered "Well shit. So much for me not getting a not-post-humous medal."

"Dude, you're screwed. See what I did there dude? It rhym-"

Medical Ward, Sidewinder base Foxtrot
0640, two weeks later.

Rob awoke to a blinding flash, effectively blinding him.

"Alright son, now what were you doing working for the covvies?"His good, but older, friend Monty asked.

"Don't give in to his demands dude!" Came the ever annoying voice in his head.

"Sargent, that is enough! I shall handle this interrogation as I see fit to!" Came a southernly drawl.

I know this is a bit short, but this is more of an intro into the character. Think of it as a prologue, if you will. I may do the next chapter from Rob's point of view, vote in the reviews! I appreciate you guys tolerating my first story. :)