Combat Drop
“Navy boys gave them a hell of a beating, even if they missed one.” Chauchat commented, looking down at the hologram of a Covenant carrier over the city of New Mombasa. The PFC was rubbing his chin as he watched, silently wondering what they were after.
“They left it for us, kid.” Frank patted his shoulder, stepping up to assess the hologram. “Or they got their asses kicked instead.”
“Always the optimist, eh?” Chauchat shook his head and went towards his pod, stopping to look over at the opening doors. Lieutenant Drumms and an unknown person stepped in, Drumms looking quite annoyed with the unusually armored male. “What’s going on, Lieutenant?”
“Prepare for a combat drop, we’re going to assault that carrier.” Drumms ordered, causing the several ODSTs in the room to quickly make their way to their pods, grabbing weapons and equipment. As the two watched, Drumms turned to the green and black clad man next to him. “Your pod’s going to be next to mine. Second one on the left, down at the end.” The man nodded and made his way over, stopping to grab himself weapons and some grenades.
“Who’s the suit?” The group’s medic asked, checking through her pack.
“ONI has several things they want done, so we get shackled with one of their ‘liaisons’ for this drop.” Drumms folded his arms, shaking his head. “He won’t tell me what they’re looking for, so I haven’t got a damn clue. Said he’ll debrief us on landing.”
“I take it that we’re not the only ones lucky enough to get tasked with one of them?” Zed remarked as she shouldered her pack, beginning to walk to her pod.
“Buck’s got one as well, unlucky bastard. We're working with them when we get down.” Drumms said, before grabbing his own gear.
One by one, the squad secured themselves in their pods and the doors shut, sealing them inside. Two screens flickered to life as the pods were moved into position.
“Twenty seconds to drop, we will be adjusting course in midair. Your squad will not be dropping in the planned LZ of the rest of your unit, copy?” The ONI officer instructed the squad, right before the pods were released and dozens of ODSTs were shot down towards the surface.
“Sir, we have a radiation spike coming from that carrier!” Zed called out over comms as the carrier began to move, seconds later creating a slipspace portal.
“Divert course now!” The ONI officer commanded, his pod jerking to the right, away from the others. As Drumms’ squad followed, the carrier jumped through, causing a massive shockwave to hit the dropping troopers. As they attempted to stabilize their pods, they were thrown around inside them, before the waves of energy of the slipspace portal collapsing blasted past them.
“Alright everyone, call out if you’re alive.” Drumms called out over comms several moments after he felt the last drop pod slam into the ground. One by one, the ODSTs called out.
“Chauchat up!”
“Frank here, pod’s stuck closed.”
“Zed up!”
“Allan, Freuski, sound off.” Drumms said as he activated the explosive bolts built into his pod.
“Allan here… I’m fucked up Lieutenant.” Allan’s raspy voice groaned out, causing both Drumms and Zed to make their way to his pod as fast as they could.
“Allan, pop the bolts.” Zed said once the two got on either side, making sure to stay clear as the door blew off. Zed caught Allan’s body as he fell forward, the medical officer immediately figuring out what was wrong as she eyed the interior. Blood and bits of uniform was splattered around the lower part of the space that was used to occupy the ODST’s lower legs, and Allan’s left leg was torn up, bone sticking out from his calf.
“You’ll be fine, trooper.” Drumms said, glancing at Zed and quietly questioning her. Zed nodded and Drumms slumped a tad in relief, helping move the man to a nearby rock.
“Drumms, help Freuski get out of his pod. I’ll help your MO.” The ONI agent ordered, putting a hand on the lieutenant’s shoulder. Drumms took a moment to glance at the injured man, before sighing and moving over to the last unopened pod. “I’ve got more medical training than he does.” He explained to Zed, who just nodded her head and injected painkillers into the groaning Allan.
“Freuski, open up!” Drumms called out, rapping the silent pod. After several moments, he grunted and motioned to Frank for the trooper’s assistance, Frank having been freed from his pod by Chauchat and ONI. Frank made haste over and began popping external bolts on one side, Drumms mirroring his motions on the other.
“Heard anything out of him since we dropped, lieutenant?” Frank asked as they worked, frowning at a damaged bolt. “Not like him to stay in one of these damn things.”
“That’s why I’m getting it open now.” Drumms grimaced, the door ejecting onto the dusty ground moments later. Freuski fell out a moment later, limply hitting the ground as blood dripped from the shattered visor of his helmet. His legs were in much worse condition compared to Allan’s, bones shattered and sticking out of his armor in multiple places. “Ah, fuck.”
“Son of a bitch...” Frank muttered, kneeling down to place his hand over Freuski’s neck, checking for a pulse even if he knew it wasn’t there. “Dead, probably on impact. Or when we were hit by that slipspace portal’s collapse.” Drumms took his helmet off and rubbed his head, looking around with a frown as Chauchat came over.
“Alright, you two strip his pod of equipment. We’ll bury him in it.” Drumms said after a moment, kneeling down to roll him over. While he only got a brief glance at his front before Freuski fell, he still let out a grimace at the extent of the damage.
“Zed wouldn’t have been able to start fixing him up, even if he survived the impact.” Frank muttered, before getting to work on removing any useful equipment from the pod. Between Frank and Chauchat, the two removed several rations, a damaged radio backpack, and his weapons, an M45 shotgun, two M9 grenades, and a BR55HB, along with enough ammunition for several engagements.
“I won’t be able to do much else other than stabilize him and set up a splint.” Zed told the agent as she finished setting Allan’s leg. With a hiss of pain, Allen nearly bit through the glove in his mouth. Zed glanced down, but grimaced, “and I cannot give you anymore morphine.” Allan just glared up at Zed in response, something that she didn’t take to heart.
“He’ll recover on his own like this, though I’d much rather have a proper hospital work on him.” The agent finished strapping the splint down, filling the inside of it with biofoam, which just caused Allan to groan out in pain. “Wherever the hell we are.”
“We shouldn’t have gotten knocked too far off course, sir.” Zed helped Allan up, supporting his weight while throwing Allan’s arm over her shoulder.
“Oh we have.” Agent mused, looking up towards the sky. “We’re no longer on Earth. Maps aren’t showing up, there’s nothing in the sky but clouds. The air’s cleaner, and comms are down aside from short range intercoms.” He motioned towards the pods they landed in. “That slipspace portal took us along for the ride, though if we went to the same destination the Solemn Penance was heading towards, we’d be suffocating in space.”
“Okay… So we figure out where the hell we are and set up a beacon?” Zed tilted her head, looking towards the others. Agent just shrugged and helped her walk towards the others, supporting Allan from the other side.
“If only it was that easy. My comms aren’t picking up anything that isn’t outside a ten meter area, just the chatter from the others. We aren’t even in covenant territory, Zed.” Agent motioned to the other ODSTs. “We are the only space fairing race here. And I know we’re not alone on this rock.”
“How do you know that?” Drumms asked, looking over at Allan. “You okay there?”
“I’ve had worse injuries in boot, sarg’nt.” Allan mumbled, grunting as he gingerly put a bit of weight onto his injured leg. Zed hit him and kept him off of it.
“We’re being watched, I noticed after tightening Allan’s splint. Two flying creatures.” He explained, motioning upwards with his head.
“Why did I get picked to do this assignment?” Soarin questioned the pegasus mare flying next to him. Fleetfoot didn't answer, merely stared down at the dusty ground, which was almost two kilometers below the pair of Wonderbolts. “I mean, if this is about that incident with the loofah last month, I had already apologized fifteen times for it!”
“Its not that.” Fleetfoot quietly said. “Spitfire picked us for the scouting mission because we're some of the best scouts she has.” Soarin silently sighed and shook his head.
“I know, Fleets.” He said, looking at her. “I just think that we need more cadets in our Academy, you know? The last graduating class only had three pegasi in it!” He exclaimed, throwing his hooves out to the sides. Fleetfoot nodded to acknowledge that she was listening, not taking her eyes off of the landscape below. Spotting something out of place, she narrowed her eyes and peered closer.
“Wait.” She suddenly said, throwing out a hoof and nearly hit Soarin across the throat. “Do you see that?”
“See what?” He blinked and looked down at the ground. “What's that?”
“Don't know.” She looked at him. “You want to go back and report, or stay and watch it for a while?”
“Let's stay.” Soarin said after a moment. “We don't know if they’re dangerous or not and we'll need more information on them.” Fleetfoot nodded and looked around for a pair of clouds for them to hide on. She could only spot one, but the two pegasi were trained to not be uncomfortable with having to share clouds together for reconnaissance missions.
“Let's hope they don’t notice us...” Fleetfoot muttered, shifting a bit as she lay down next to Soarin. The two were certain that the beings below wouldn’t spot them, being so high up.
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Alright, I'm on board.
Nice start
Let's see how it will evolve...
I look forward to this.
4996451 hello!
4996525 Greetings, reclaimer
4996875 I was legitimately just watching Halo CE Anniversary Terminals. So the reclaimer thing totally spooked me a bit.
You have my attention!
keep going
nice start, but there was a total of 3 sentences about being in the wrong place. no one tried to contact command, no one wondered where the hell they went... I mean, going from an enormous, war-torn city to a dirt field is pretty weird. it would make more sense if they were dropping down to the cruiser over new Mombasa and were pulled in to the slipspace portal. course, its your story, but that would read a lot better for me. otherwise, good start.
Wow! One of the best stories I've read on this site reguarding the knowledge of the Halo Lore! Well Done! Please continue this. I'll be happy to assist in anything.
4996415
Totally wasn't expecting you here!
5000511
It was over New Mombasa, and I forgot about the radio thing. I'll put that in next chapter.
5005638
One of the things I hate about crossovers is that people don't give a shit about the lore of a universe.
Also, this will be updated every other week, if not sooner.
5011237
in that case, might want to fix where it says New Alexandria and Reach, as New Mombasa is on earth.
5011262
Yeah, I'll edit it a bit later.
5011237 Still, if you need help with the Halo Lore.
Just ask. :)
Alright, I'll stay for this one. Can't wait for the next chapter.
5014034
I'm not one to shun help, so I'll come along when I need it!
5061208
Honestly I'm surprised by the good feedback I'm getting here.
Good its much better than good +1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 over good plz continue
5014034 there was this halo fic i read the spartan II told classified info got misty eyed and got super bud bud with every one
5173309
I.... I have no words.... Only rage induced shaking.