The pelican pilot.

Chapter one: Debrief

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The Spartans had just returned from their final excersie before the 'big fight' as it was called by many of the higher achieving Spartans. They entered the large, cavernous auditorium and sat, then waited. Many were caked in mud from the excersise but refused to be cleaned, as they knew missing even one debreif jeopardises their chances, but none the less they waited.

After what seemed like an age a tall, muscular officer stepped up to the front and hushed the Spartans chatter. A smaller man then appeared beside the officer, immediately the Spartans sat up, the sound of armour slapping off each other echoed throughout.

One Spartan however was not present, he was being took to another room, his private room. His name is Sean, and he's no average Spartan. No his armour was white (unlike his comrades who wore two tone colours)and was that of a pilots variant, mixed with that of an EVA. He walked silently along the corridor, following the petty officer who walked infront.
Upon approaching his room the petty officer stopped outside, Sean (otherwise known as kilo) entered his room and pulled his kit bag out of a cupboard which was invisible as it flowed with the wall and seemed a part of it. Looking around at his few personal affects he takes them, photos of his past. The past he wishes to still be in, he shakes his head and moves on, picking up small trinkets and other items without much value to them.
Moving towards the sheveles above his bed, he takes his weapons. A large sniper rifle that was modified to take any round desired by the shooter. Next a small yet rather surprisingly powerful handgun, one used by the military police, and pilots, then finally his signature weapon, an assault rifle that was resprayed. It was resprayed a gleaming white, as with the sniper rifle and the handgun. This way his cover wouldn't be blown in artic operating areas.
The petty officer stands in the door, waiting patiently, and says "sir, you've 10 before you're due to leave. Make them count" Kilo faces him and nods saying "thanks marine, tell me when it's time." The marine nods and moves across the corridor, allowing the door to close silently until it hisses and releases a small amount of steam. Kilo removes his helmet, setting it down on his knee and looks out the window at the mountain view.
The view rather like the one from his childhood, on the farm before he enlisted into the U.N.S.C, he stood and violently punched the wall, forcing it to cave in by quite some margin. The marine rushes to the door "sir, you okay?" He asks seeming not too concerned but a little. Kilo nods and silently picks up his helmet and places it onto his head"I'm fine marine, is it time?" The marines nods and motions with his assault rifle for him to follow. Kilo nods and hefts his kit bag up behind his back and follows.
As he follows the marine, towering over him (kilo is one of the tallest Spartans at 8ft 9in) he notices a couple friends waking the opposite way, Omega and Apache. They nod in turn as the pass one another. Kilo turns briefly only to see them part ways and enter their personal rooms. He turns back and sighs, knowing he won't return and that its unlikely he'll ever see them again.
The duo eventually reach the pelican bay, and there before the pelican rear hatch is the tall, muscular officer and the smaller man. "Ahh kilo" the man said as though talking to an old friend "we really wish you chose to stay, we need more with brains like yourself" kilo looks down at him and salutes briefly. "Sir, I have made this choice. Not because I dislike where I was but because we there is a greater need for pilots" he stands to attention not looking down, just forward. The man looks him up and down then sighs, and walks away. Following him hastily is the marine and the officer.
Kilo turns and looks about as Mark V O.D.S.T soldiers mill about whist other work, busy preparing for an upcoming mission. Turning back he sees the pilot stood waiting, calmy he tilts his head back towards the cockpit and walks deeper into the aircraft, standing by the cockpit door waiting. Kilo enters and places his kit bag securely in a seat and walks past the pilot, ducking to avoid hitting his head off the door frame.
Swiftly he jumps up yo the higher of the two seats and sits patiently knowing one day he'll have his own pelican. The pilot closes ythe rear hatch and walks through, sitting in the lower of the two seats. "You ready to go now, sir?" The pilot asks. "I'm ready" he replies. The pilot brings the beast to life and gently raises it up, kilo sighs taking one last look before the pelican lurches forward and accelerates out the hanger.
Looking across the controls he notices a a red plastic cover over one of the more hidden switches. "What's that do?" He asks more to himself than the pilot who introduced himself as Goose. Setting the pelican to auto pilot as the smoothly jet across the sparse land below Goose turns to him and nods at the button. "That's the self destruct, just in case ya know. You wanna turn this thing into a cruise missile" Kilo nods as he studies the rest of the controls." Any chance I can have a quick try of her now?" He asks, sounding more sheepish than he would of liked to. Goose laughs a little and shakes his head "now what makes you think I'm gonna let you do that? Huh? Tell me." He goes and stands beside Kilo as he sits, glaring at him through the visor. "I don't know, maybe I just want a feel before I take up flying" he replies rather half heartedly.
Goose shakes his head and sits back in his seat and mutters lowly. After a few hours the radio bursts into life. "This is delta squad fifth marine corps does anyone read?" Kilo takes the radio call before Goose has the chance to " Delta. This is Echo 3-4, how can we help?" A few seconds of silence pass before the marine is again speaking, in the background the sound of large firefight is raging on "Echo 3-4. We've 3 casualties and need immediate evac, can you assist?" Goose turns and silently nods to kilo. "Okay delta what's your location?" The sound of plasma grenades exploding and machine gunfire intensities. "Oni tower, installation 3" Kilo sits back as the pelican picks up speed impressively quickly. Goose signals for him to get in the back "Kilo get into the back, you'll be our only line of defense when we reach that shitstorm!" He nods and jumps down, rocking the pelican slightly.
Five minutes pass before the firefight can be seen. Covenant closing in on the small marine squad, no more than 15 men counting casualties. Then as Kilo opens the hatch ready to jump out and assist with holding back the covenant, a green blob streaks toawds the craft. Kilo realises that a fuel rod cannon has been fired at them and a let's Goose. "Goose! Evasive manouvers! Now!!" The pelican tightly turns left and slows to a crawl as the fuel rod shoots by. The pelican lowers as Kilo grabs his assault rifle, then all he can do is wait.