An ODST in Mekkan. Twokinds X Male ODST (CURRENTLY BEING EDITED)

Chapter 11 - On Ship

Y/N was awake, silently cleaning the metal plates of his armor. It had been quite a while since he preformed some maintenance on it. The small but noticeable stench of blood was still there so he had to do some thorough cleaning on the hard to reach places. It still surprised  him how he was able to use spartan abilities yet his suit wasn't heavily powered like them.

Y/N: "They put a fuckin' Fusion reactor into the suit and still managed to make it look slim. Like how?"

From there he moved to his weapons. Counting of ammunition and checking core components. 

His helmet was to the side already cleaned and checked. The radio on the left of the helmet cleaned and still working as usual. He never noticed until now that he had a Command Network Module on the right side of it.

Y/N: "So, along with infinite ammo, utilities, and spartan abilities, I now have this. As long as I have more range to the bee-net...if it has enough." He spoke while tapping the CNM lightly.

Y/N pondered on if he was teleported to an unknown star system far beyond human or covenant reach. If so, getting back would be a hard process taking months or even years to get a possible connection. Unless he had the an ECHELON class Hardened UpLink but even the likelihood of him encountering a spartan with it was close to none. 

Nevertheless, he continued to send out SOS signals to find a response. If he was transported here, then hopefully there would be others.

...hopefully.

*THUMP THUMP THUMP*

Y/N: "Who could be knocking at this time..."

He put on his helmet and activated his Promethean vision to find Eric opening the door to some sort of Templar Guard with a large weapon.

Y/N: "Time to go dark."

As he did so, his Helmet flashed something.

NOTE: ACTIVE CAMO WILL RUN INDEFINITELY WITH LIMITED MOVEMENT.

Y/N: "Perfect." Y/N said as he quietly opened his door and sneaked out of the room to eavesdrop on the conversation, lying somewhere near the stairs.

Eric: "Oh, hey Roderick! What are you doing here at night? Another Templar night mission?"

Roderick: "Hey, lil' bro. Yeah, they're killing me! We spent all night looking for five people supposedly in this city, but...no clues or traces anywhere." 

Y/N lay in silence as he cursed under his breath. 

It was then, Kat walked out of one of the rooms, narrowly avoiding Y/N's leg by mere inches. She sniffed the air a couple of times before shrugging and walking downstairs.

Kat: "Eric, who was at— O-oh, it's you..."

Roderick: "Hey, if it isn't my favorite slave, Spots! Come down here. Alright, now go that way and fetch me a drink." He said while pulling Kat's hair

Kat: "Ow, stop!"

Eric: "Rod!"

Kat: "Okay, okay, I will!"

Eric: "I told you not to boss her around anymore. I bought her from you fair and square. And don't call her "Spots". Her name is Kathrin." He argued with Roderick

Roderick: "Eh, Spots is better. Relax. You're too uptight. Anyway, let's sit down. Here, see if you recognize anyone."

He showed Eric a poster of us. My hand hovering to my pistol, one shot is all it would take to tie a lose end.