Ok, I hadn't given it any though, but if you have been following this story, you need to go read Helljumper. Helljumper was a bridge between the two were I was going to add a new conflict and characters. But I was thinking in the now instead of the then. Its three short chapters, so go check it out.

Enjoi.

Bledsoe woke up, startled. He jumped off the cot he had been laying down on, but settled down when his eyes adjusted to the light. It was a UNSC ship, the medical bay. "They want you in the armory, sergeant." He was lost a bit, "sergeant?" A young doctor was across the room, attending a wounded soldier. "You were promoted, thanks to your acts of heroism down on Earth. However, your ODST armor was totaled and you need to report to the armory." Bledsoe nodded and strode out of the room, still a bit confused. Awake for half a minuet and already receiving orders.

He quickened his pace to the armory, upon his entry to the large room he took in the sight of a few SPARTANs that had been down on Earth during the attack. He looked around, trying to find some one to report to. An armor technician was speaking with a few SPARTANs, holding what looked like replacement parts for their own armor systems. And as awkwardly as possible, he slowly walked up to them.

Before he could even open his mouth, the technician acknowledged him. "Sergeant Bledsoe? I have your new armor ready for you, follow me." He handed the armor piece to a SPARTAN and turned away.

"We don't have the standard ODST ballistic BDU, but I hope you like this new set."

"What do you mean you don't have the standard? What the hell are you giving me?"

The tech walked up to a locker and turned to him, "recon." He opened the locker, giving sight of Bledsoe's new armor. From the waist down, it was the normal old ODST battle dress uniform. But the chest, arms and helment were the ONI recon varient.

"How am I getting this? I'm not a spook." Bledsoe was more lost now than ever.

"The ONI Section one officer who was to receive this was killed in the battle, she was in the complex at the time. Your the only ODST to make it out of there, so your getting this. I hope you like the custom colors though, she was a SPARTAN fan, and had the chest painted red and the helment gold. Haha, I didn't even know you could get custom armor, but maybe being a spook has its perks. Go on and suit up, I need to give Mason and Geo over there their new armor."

The technician walked off, and the helljumper just stared at the armor. "Red and gold, SPARTAN colors." He reached up and grabbed the semi diamond shaped helment. "Sure, why not?"

Geo watched the tech make a quick walk back to the small group, "sorry. I didn't mean to just abandon you, but I had to get another look at that armor. Haha, recon. Thats one lucky helljumper!"

"Its not the armor, its the soldier inside." Mason didn't even care for the trooper's good luck-but then again why should he? After all, he could snap the trooper's neck in half a second-regardless of his armor.

"Right, well getting back to business, your SPI's camo has been upgraded. Its going to take a hell of a bigger emp blast to knock it out than before. The com system has a wider range, and so does the motion tracker. Maybe almost being blown up was good thing, at least the SPI armors damages caught our attention." Bledsoe had just slipped on the recon armor's signature helment as he walked up the small group. "Fits like a glove, did you say this was ment for a girl?" He looked around a bit, shook his arms and jumped up and down. "A bit stiff though, needs some breaking in I guess."

"Yes, well now that every one is suited up, your orders are to report to the bridge, Captain Macintosh wants to debrief you personally. Trooper, follow the SPARTANs."

"Sure, what ever." As the super soldiers were exiting the armory, Bledsoe jogged to meet them. "You guys sure move fast, how about slowing it down?" They didn't speak with him. The entire walk to the bridge was in silence, save his own foot falls. Seemed as if the SPARTANs didn't make noise.

They entered the bridge, the clank of his boots became thumps upon the rubberized deck. Cpt. Macintosh was at the ships holo pad examining a map of a solar system, which one though was unknown. He looked up and motioned them over.

"You men okay? It was a hell of an explosion down there!" He was young, or younger than most Captains. Maybe around his early thirties, late twenties. He wore a pair of thin rimmed glasses, had a slim build, but was almost as tall as the SPARTANs in their full SPI suits. He reached up and ran his hand through his shaven bonde hair.

"When the Brutes figured out we had them beat, they rained plasma down on the complex. Those insurrectionist bastards helped out with a full salvo of MAC rounds and archers. Dug a hole deep. Real deep." Fortunately the first blast pushed you guys out of the way. And D072 was pretty much a shield for Sergeant Bledsoe here. We picked you guys up and followed them into slipspace-they headed back to Hail. So thats were we thought to take the fight."

Geo spoke up, "do we have reinforcements?"

Macintosh pointed to the holo pad. "We have twelve frigates, and seven destroyers. A bit over kill in my opinion, but then again they did attack Earth and obliterate the Section-One testing facility and the UNSC's department of naval affairs office."

Geo nodded, happy with the answer. But then he asked another, "you intend to use heavy naval force. Why do you need us?" Macintosh sighed. "Captain Short is still out there. We believe he never left Hail, so while we are in orbit fighting the Brutes, your going to be on the ground trying to complete your original objective." Again, Geo nodded.

Bledsoe raised his hand a bit, "where am I for all of this?"

Macintosh gave a chuckle, "with the SPARTANs. You have experience with the Brutes that most other Marines don't. And ONI felt it was necessary to field test you in that suit by giving you real combat.

So get set to drop. Our exit is in a half an hour." Macintosh dismissed them.

Sorry for the boring chapter. I didn't know how to pick this up an it took me a few weeks to get a good idea going. Enjoi