Hey guys. 12th one. MERRY CHRISTMAS. Yeah, I'll post a Christmas MOC soon.
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The air whistled past my pod as I hurtled to the surface. I had to control my breathing as I fell faster and faster. I looked out to my right and saw Jack’s pod twist and turn. He pulled the chute. It ripped itself apart and went up in flames. My initial fear passed. Jack is an ODST. He can handle himself.
The radio screen in my pod flickered to life. A commander with a mustache and a broken nose appeared.
“Alright,” he said in a hoarse shout, “You men are a part of operation B.O.L.O. As the name suggests, you are going to trip up Covenant supply lines. This is vital in the defense of Ptarmigan. Details will be issued on the ground. Good luck.”
I was so sucked into the message I shouted in shock when my pod crashed into the ground and snow was thrown on the window. I tried to open the door, but it was jammed shut. I smashed my fist through the glass and clutched the outside. I ripped the thing right off its bindings and threw it out into the snow.
I stumbled out of the pod into the bright light. I squinted around until I saw something in the snow. Another drop pod. I shambled through the snow to it. The man inside slammed on the glass. I tore of the door and helped him out. It was Chris Tanner.
“Thanks… Sir.” He said stiffly. I would’ve taken this reply personally if I hadn’t known: Chris’s father was left for dead by a Spartan years ago. The Spartan was killed in action, so Tanner’s family never got the pleasure of a court martial. No Spartan is above court martial.
The plasma blast hit me full in the face blinding me for a moment. When it cleared, a Grunt was charging at me, shouting “You, DIE!” BLAM! I blasted its brains out with my DMR. That wasn’t what I was worried about. It was the Elite Ultra standing behind it, its energy sword glowing.
RRRAAAAAAHHHHH! It screamed and charged me like a wild bull. A flash of silver in the corner of my eye disoriented me. Then THWUCK! A six-inch combat knife stuck through the Elites skin. It fell, choking on the fluids rising in its severed throat. Chris walked over and yanked the blade from the creature’s flesh. This place was far from a winter wonderland. More like a hellhole.
There was a buzz on the hill behind us. We whirled around, expecting more enemies. Instead, we saw a Warthog waiting, a corporal in the driver’s seat. He saluted, his arm shaking slightly in the cold. We walked to him and hopped in. As we drove to the base we were stationed at, I began to wonder how Jack fared…