An ODST with the worst luck that not even death accepts him and is captured by Elite Forces after being left behind and forced to survive in the colony of Esther. thought to be an insurrection cell but was proven wrong when the covenant attacked.
The gentle hum echoed throughout the Strident Class Heavy Frigate, the weapon storage opened up that held MA5Bs, M7S SMGs, M90 Shotgun, M319 Grenade Launchers, M73 LMGs, MA5K Carbines, SRS99 variants, rocket launchers, M99 stanchion variants as platoons of ODSTs come in one by one in there armor set suited for many scenarios. Their mission is to eliminate an HVI Target that has been funding the local insurrectionist cell. And that HVI happens to be your father; you came from a wealthy family on your father's side, but your mother was a soldier, an ODST through and through during the insurrection war that still rages on, you attended her cremation and fulfilled her wish to be an ODST.
You didn't like special treatment, no, you lofted it even when your father wanted to get you back home and out of the military, but you resisted each offer he proposed formally in messages, each one you declined and blocked. Your choice of weaponry is the M247 General Purpose Machine Gun and the M99A2S3 stanchion, why? It's because of your height; 7 foot .5 inches, the tallest ODST and strongest on record, and how? Because of a brain tumor that affects the pituitary gland, a pea-sized organ at the base of the brain, produces hormones that control growth and other bodily functions.
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You prepare yourself for the drop, grabbing a small portable power generator and then doing a very thorough evaluation, including his pod, before loading; your teammates notice your uneasy silence and how much you double-check your equipment and weapons. "Tower, you alright? You're never this quiet unless something is up; talk to me, corporal. Is there something on your mind?" Your sergeant asked for you, and you smirked as you turned to him at the fact that everyone in the bay calls you by your nickname instead of your last name except for the captain. "I am fine Sarge, just that it's out with the frying pan and into the fire for me," you said in an unbelievably deep and gravelly voice. "It's like that for new boots sometimes, but in this operation, you take the lead." He said as you nodded and then turned to the others who awaited your briefing.
You walk to them and go over the briefing with them, answering any questions like what to expect, how much of a nuisance some individuals will be, and denial of the HVI's escape shuttle. They all nodded, understanding that this operation should be done right the first time; the level of trust that you give them is going to reflect tenfold on you as the large majority vote for you to be their drop commander will drop first and coordinate their golden hour. You order them to get ready and into their pods. As you get into yours, before you all descend, you say your poetic, inspiring words. "We step not back, brave Trooper, but advance, With purpose fierce, like wolves upon the hunt. Into the dark, where others fear to glance, We stride, our minds alight, our spirits blunt. Their deeds shall face the weight of our revenge!" His pod drops as the rest follow.
