Halo: Untold Stories of an ODST

Chapter 1 : New Life

Date: 4th August 2532

Gunnery Sergeant Blanc Black

I turned uncomfortably in my bunk. Hard beds were NOT good for your back; however, that was not the reason why I felt uncomfortable. I have been dreaming on that day on Eridanus II again.

The day my whole squad almost got wiped out...

I urged half of my squad to board the Falcon first. After they boarded, the rest of us who were providing suppressing fire turned and sprinted towards the other Falcon. All of a sudden, we heard a charging sound. All of us knew what it was.

"Plasma Launcher!" my second-in-charge , Sergeant Klaus, screamed out. But it was too late. The first Falcon, the one with half of my squad, had four glowing orbs sticking to them and in almost no time, all four blew up.

" Mayday! Mayday! Tiger One going down!" the pilot was literally screaming his throats out.

I looked away as the Falcon carrying half my squad crashed into the ocean. I knew there was no hope for them. The lucky ones would die instantly; the unlucky ones will slowly drown in the merciless cold water.

"Hurry up! Let's go!" the other Falcon's pilot was urging us over the channel. Before he too got blown up.

The heat wave from the explosion blistered the right arm I was using to shield my arm from the glare. Nothing hospital cannot fix. If, we could even get to one.

"Elites! Left..."I heard someone scream out before getting killed.

The remainder of my squad and I turned to the left flank only to be greeted by an horrifying sight. It turns out the person who called out and warned us was Klaus. He was impaled by an energy sword.

"Ultra! Kill that fucker!" I screamed out, both for the threat and for losing my second-i-c. Five rifles rang out and it wasn't before long before the ultra was on the ground bleeding profusely and clutching at its wounds. I pulled out my sidearm and put one 12.7mm bullet through its brain. I looked up and saw a whole platoon rushing at our position, with another ultra leading them. The next thing I saw was flashes of oranges and roughly 20 loud thuds. Thuds like these can only mean one things: drop pods. I saw 10 drop pods,ODST drop pods, pop open and black armored figures leaping out of them with finesse. These guys were the best the UNSC could offer. They received further augmentations than the standard soldier, regardless Marines, Army or Navy. The ODSTs grabbed their weapons from the pods and began firing upon the advancing platoon, focusing on the ultra.

"Who is the top ranking officer here?" one of the ODST who had 3 knives strapped on him spoke up. I nervously spoke up: " All the officers were hiding in that warehouse over there. Unfortunately, the last Banshee strafing run managed to blow it up. So now the highest ranking soldier here is me"

The ODST nodded before firing three bursts at an elite who managed to vault over a wrecked car to his right before I shot it in the head.

"I need you to command all remaining forces to fall back and wait for evac."

" Sir, our objective was to cover civilian evacuation,"

" There are no more civilians. The Covenant bombed every city in the continent from orbit five hours ago. The only people left are the fucking covvies, us and dead bodies."

"Fuck"

I radioed every soldier in a three mile radius, relaying the orders from the ODST while the ODSTs themselves held off waves after waves of assaults. ODSTs dropping in always mean either we are on an offensive or we are in deep shit. If I got off this planet alive, I am definitely enlisting to be one.

The roar of an Albatross shook me back to cruel reality. I turned and shouted" Everyone in!" First to go in were the injured, then snipers, heavy weapons then finally the ODSTs.

"That's everyone! Let's go!"

The Albatross turned and fled in supersonic speed. I grimaced for the casualties and for the fall of yet another planet.