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ODST: Innocence I still remember the first time I saw one. "Jesus f-- ff-fucking christ! Drop computers are out were going in blind! I C-" We were going in as a clean-up, Salvaging wounded and cleaning up the dead. Impact... 10... 9... "Hang on! Pray to god!" 8...7... So we did. I prayed to whatever god was looking down us at the time, Blasting on this desolate forsaken rock supposedly worth getting killed for. 6...5... I felt my guts lurch inside my stomach, My lungs trying to break from my ribs as my heart pounded. The count became slower as adrenaline flushed through my blood. My vision blurring into a thin tunnel through the viso

                    Leaves rustled and mud splashed as the figures moved through the clearing in the woodland. The cloaked figures followed a trail only visible to the Pathfinders eye, Ornate weapons gleaming in the morning sun as they readied themselves for combat; Drawing blade from sheath.        They halted, Drawing together to encircle the ranger and harden themselves together in defense. "What is it ranger? Have you lost him?" Spoke one of the men, Gleaming down towards the Rangers gloveless hand running over a recent footprint. "No, Hes simply vanished..." The ranger seemed horribly calm "Vanished?" Questioned the leader of the

ODST Denial Pt. 1 "This can't be happening, Sir. Not like this." Whispered the Sergeant, Keeping his voice low to not attract attention from his men. "Silence, Not a word of this to your boy's. They dont need to know at a time like this." The Liutenant replied in a hushed tone. He lifted his helmet from the ground and cleared it of sand. "If you want to talk, Well do it on a secure channel." His eyes narrowed towards the Sergeant. The glance washed away as the cold black helmet slipped over his head, destroying any chance to get a glimpse of expression. The Sergeant muttered doing the same, Adjusted the seal and heard the faint sta

        Jonah rocked back and forth, Breathing Oxygen in faster and faster praying soon there would be none left and he could suffer his fate. The rest of the crew floating lifelessy, Either in the coldness of space, Or the coldness of the ships interior. He was alone. Left with 4 months of Oxygen. The trip back would take over 1 year. He weeped. He screamed. He cried. No one would heed his call. Not even God, When you pass the gates of Heaven and enter the unknown. A Back was turned. "Honey? Whats wrong?" He felt someone grab his shoulder, He cried harder. "Honey? Wake up." He closed his eyes and tried to block out the voice.

             Renner shifted his helmet to the right, A surge of air letting forth a sigh signald the seal between the Mask and body suit had been broken. Taking a seat his armor made an uneasy clank.            -15 Minutes until Departure- Warned the computer throughout the drop quarters.           He was one of the few young members in the ODSTs, Most being recruited Veterans of past battles. Barely pushing 20 with the lack of scars to prove it. He had the average build of any soldier in the armor But his face denied him of any training, Clean shaven with shaggy brown hair. Another kid in the Helljumpers.            -10 Minutes un

         Shell casings carved a trail through the snow covered forest like bread crumbs. Melting through the snow and exposing the dark mud underneath the pearl mush, Muzzle flashes lighting the foliage under the Tree-tops.         A Panic'd voice echoed out through the gloomie scene piercing the silence between gunfire like the Evening sun through the Canopy above. -"This is group 3, Contact made due east of our Drop Zone! Multiple targets surrounding our Retreat to Group 1. Heading North if anyone can hear this."-      Two figures weaved through the trees in a ballet of combat, As one would reach a calculated distance of the other