Chapter 1.

"Speaking", 'Thoughts', 'Writing', (A/N: Authors Note).

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Edited by Okami

The Rookie peeked around the purple pillar, checking to see if the coast was clear. Almost instantly, blue orbs of plasma fire whizzed past his ear, leaving scorch marks on the wall behind him. It didn't take a genius to recognize that the mission was FUBAR*. The Rookie sighed, but he knew what he signed up for when he joined the Orbital Drop Shock Troopers. Missions like these were the name of the game. His squad, Alpha-Niner, were assigned to recover an AI and any other UNSC** data that was captured by the Covenant due to a UNSC Frigate that didn't initiate the Cole Protocol correctly. Thus, his team was dropped off straight into the Covenant corvette's landing bay via Pelican that is now floating as a pile of scrap in the vacuum of space. Now, he was separated from the rest of his team after an incident with two pairs of Hunters drove them apart. He was alone and pinned down. The Rookie pointed his M7/S SMG around the pillar and fired blindly. He was treated to the cries of a Grunt as it got pelted with the 5mm caseless ammunition. The Rookie decided that he had enough of this and tossed a fragmentation grenade at the hostile combatants. He heard the explosion and rushed around his cover, emptying his magazine at the enemy, hitting and killing the Elite and the rest of the Grunts, coating the corridor with their blue blood. The Rookie leaned down and grabbed some plasma grenades from the alien corpses.

The Rookie was walking, weapon raised when his communication system crackled to life as he heard a familiar voice, one of Gunnery Sergeant Edward Buck. "Rookie, do you copy?" Buck asked. The Rookie replied with an affirmative ping. "Thank God. We're pinned in the hangar and we aren't going anywhere anytime soon, so it's up to you to get the AI. Once you get it try and get to our location. Understand?" The Rookie once again sent an affirmative ping. "Very well. See you soon." Buck then ended the conversation. The Rookie then continued along his path. He stepped silently through the purple corridors as he approached his target. The AI's signature was coming from behind a purple semicircle door. The Rookie prepared himself as he walked up to the door and opening it. The room was circular with a large pillar in the center with a small pedestal in front of it and had another door opposite to the one he entered from. After a quick scan around the room for any hostiles, the Rookie walked up to a pedestal and activated it. A small blue hologram appeared; it was a male, around 17 or 18 years old, wearing a hoodie and jeans.

"Authorized personal detected, Greeting Lance Corporal. I am Dante. I assume that you are here to reacquire me." The hologram stated with a small smile. The rookie nodded and pulled the AI chip from the hologram emitter and planted it into his neural interface. "Adjusting to new parameters. It's about damn time you got me." Dante said. The Rookie then looked over to a half dozen crates with the UNSC logo emblazoned on it. He walked up to them and opened one. It contained a Sniper Rifle System 99 Anti-Matériel Rifle, M392 Designated Marksman Rifle with suppressor, M6D pistol, MA5C Assault Rifle, and a BR55 Battle Rifle. He opened the second crate, it contained ammunition and magazines for the previous weapons as well as a SOCOM suppressor for the SRS-99. The Rookie then went over to another crate, this one had a biometric scanner on the side. The Rookie pulled off his glove and pressed his thumb onto the scanner and after a second, he heard a beeping and the crate opened. Inside was a small rectangular device with a strap, the rectangle was about the size of a messenger bag. Alongside it was a file with the word 'Classified' on it. The Rookie picked it up and looked in it. It stated that the thing was a 'Warp pack' intended to help a soldier in combat by being able to store basically anything smaller than a Spartan in a 'Pocket Dimension'. It also stated that no lifeforms can enter the device. The Rookie put it down due to the rest of the file explaining the science behind it. He grabbed it and put it into his backpack, just so that he could access it. The Rookie took the weapons on the first crate and put them, as well as the ammo from the second container, and put them into the warp pack. He then went to the fourth crate and opened it. Inside were a M319 Individual Grenade Launcher, a M41 SPNKr Rocket Launcher, and a Flare Gun. The Rookie grabbed those and put them into his warp pack as well. In the fifth crate was ammunition for the SPNKr and IGL, M9 Grenades, multiple C-12 explosives with a detonator, Flashbang Grenades, and Smoke Grenades. Inside the last crate were three weapons: one was a futuristic, double action, revolver with a tactical rail on the top and bottom, an ammo counter above the hammer, had octagonal prism as the ammunition cylinder with the words 'Plasma Rounds' on the side, and the words 'B3 Wingman' on the grip and sides of the barrel, the other was a Ka-Bar combat knife with a flip up concealed button at the base of the hilt, the final weapon was a M90A Close Assault Weapon System shotgun. Also, inside the box was an ammo container with two types of 8-gauge shells and 20 Wingman cylinders alongside a small, binder sized, rectangle with five spots that could fit Wingman cylinders and eight spots that could fit 8-gauge shells. It had the words 'Plasma Recharger' on the side. The Rookie went to inspect the 8-gauge shells, half were the standard Soellkraft shells with the hippo above the standard writing saying what type of ammo it was and the other half looked like batteries with a widened bottom and writing where the hippo would be, it said '8-gauge Plasma Shells'. The Rookie then concluded that the scientists were attempting to adapt plasma into UNSC weaponry. He got up and replaced his normal Ka-Bar with the new one, attached the Wingman onto a magnetic strap on his lower back, and stored the M90A into the Warp pack. The Rookie was about to turn around to head back to the hanger bay when he was interrupted by Dante.

"I would not recommend rendezvousing with Alpha-Nine at this time. There are too many enemy combatants in between you and your squad, the odds of surviving are 8352 to 1." The AI stated. The Rookie silently cursed his bad luck. "I will inform Gunnery Sergeant Buck to inform him of this." Dante told The Rookie. After the radio crackled to life the AI went on "Gunnery Sergeant Buck, this is AI Dante, The Lance Corporal and I will be unable to make it to your position, there is too much in between you and us."

"Shit, what are you planning to do?" Buck responded. Dante mentally nudged the Rookie to tell him what to say. The Rookie told him and instructed him to pass it on.

"The Lance Corporal has decided that you evacuate from the ship as he moves tasks from asset retrieval to asset denial." Dante said.

"And how is he going to do that and get off the ship?" Buck questioned.

"It is doubtful that he will get off. The Lance Corporal's plan was to sabotage the Slipspace Drive and run to an escape pod while the Covenant ship does what the Long Night of Solace did above Reach. So, I suggest that you call the Heracles for a hot zone extraction." Dante answered.

"Roger, you better make it Rookie or else I'm gonna make you do PT in the afterlife." Buck replied before ending the transmission. The Rookie checked his magazine for both his SMG and pistol before marching to the door.

The Rookie was slammed into the side of the hallway by an Elite Officer. Its hand wrapped around his throat, attempting to strangle him. The Rookie reached down to his waist and grabbed the Wingman before pulling it out and shoving it in the Elite's mouth and firing it, bypassing Its shields. He fell to his knees, Officer falling to the ground, and began regaining his breath. The ODST got up and continued his way to the Slipspace Drive. He shot the Grunts guarding the entrance, the Unggoy screaming as they fell to the ground. The door opened with a beep, revealing his objective. He went up and put Dante's Data Chip into a console, having him initiate the Slipspace Drive go into meltdown. Once Dante was done, alarms started blaring. The Rookie extracted Dante and began running to the escape pods.

(Begin Halo Combat Evolved OST – Warthog Run by Martin O'Donnell)

Explosions were happening all around the Lance Corporal as he was sprinting through the maze of corridors, Dante giving him directions via his helmet speakers. "Turn right here." As the Rookie turned he saw about a half dozen Grunts screaming and running around in fear. The Rookie just ran past them, not believing them to be a threat. As he arrived at his destination an Elite Field Marshal noticed him and began firing his Needler at the human. The Rookie grunted as a few of the projectiles hit him and he pulled his M7/S to bear, firing it at the Alien. As his SMG ran dry he struck the Elite with the butt of his weapon. The Field Marshal roared in pain but still stood, it then swatted the ODST into the interior of the escape pod and fired the rest of the Needler's ammunition at the human, some hitting the controls of the Vehicle. The Rookie looked over at the controls and his eyes widened as the doors closed and it ejected the Pod into space. He grunted as he went to observe the damage but before he could he felt his stomach twist as the pod entered slipspace. He tried to get up but the pain from the unexploded Needler crystals in his chest caused him pass out.

*: Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition

**: United Nations Space Command

And that's a wrap. We will see in the next chapter where the Pod brings our protagonist. Feel free to leave criticism, roast me, threaten my life, or anything else along those lines. If any of you wants to volunteer to be my personal editor PM me.

P.S. I might be adding some OC's in the future so let me know if you want yours to be featured.

Sayonara readers, Gamenian out.