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Grouping 34, U.N.S.C

43,000m airborne, New Mombasa Kenya.

Wednesday October 20th, 2552

Park

"Well, this sure is one Shitty Birthday gift" Park mumbled to himself underneath the blaring noise of the Combat Stations General Alarm. Suddenly he's swept away with the rest of his Odst regiment, about 50 men total, off towards Section C. The decking bangs underfoot as they make their way into the Section C Armory, where Colonel Hurley is already standing on a bench, ready to address us. We all instinctively get into a formation 10 wide and Theoretically Infinite deep. We all salute, and Hurley salutes back.

"At ease Gentlemen..." Hurley says, loud enough to be heard, but Park can tell he's trying not to be too abrasive, Why is the real question...

"Alright asshats, you've been sitting around up here with your thumbs up your asses for long enough, we're going down today. That being said, there's already 4 Covenant Assault Carriers positioned in or around the city, with most if not all of their troops on the ground. ONI intel suggests they're looking for something, and ironically, they believe whatever it is, it's in their headquarters... Essentially, we're going to blow up ONI tower. Pack heavy Marines, I want all Demolition ops with me right now, the rest of you, get prepared to drop!

"Yes Colonel!" the entire regiment shouts in unison, and in moments the relative chaos of everyone moving in their respective directions ensues. Park makes his way over to his locker, 47c, just across the hallway from Master Sergeant Antonina Ivanov, A cute Brunette he wishes he could land a date with. Stuck to admiring for now, he thinks to himself, deep down Park knows that a relationship between two military officers in the same Regiment is not the best procedure. Hey, a man can dream at least, he thinks, chuckling a little.

33-65-03-36-89 he spins into his locker combination lock, and allows it to scan his fingertips for prints as he does this. Popping the locker open, he instantly starts pulling on his undersuit. It's a fairly thin layer of body armor, similar in fit to long-johns, which is a temperature regulating, vital sign monitoring, thermal ablating, and blast resistant carbon fiber and titanium weaved suit, that the exterior armor attaches to. We all just call it the Full Body Condom though. Park pulls it over his shoulders, sliding his arms in there, and starts sealing it up. Park runs through his mental checklist of things he needs for his suit as he goes; Thigh plates, then ankles, then boots...

"Fuck're you doing Gunny? You're not getting slow on us now are ya?" Smith says as he claps Park on the shoulder, already dressed in full gear.

"Ahh, I see you're eager to get down there Corporal"

"Oh Fuck yes. Covies' on Earth? Nah I don't think so. They're boutta' meet the full might of the Marine Corps."

"Glad to hear you're enthusiastic, Joe" Park responds as he returns to putting on his armor.

"See you in the Pod bay boss" He says, and sports a mock salute with a laugh, and walks away.

Park continues to slip on his gear, Vest, shoulders, wrists, and he just sets the gloves and helmet to the side for now. The 7 hash marks scratched into the left side of his helmet, each representing a kill of a Covenant General, look ominous for the first time in his life. Two of those were scratched on only earlier this month... Park pressure seals the gear, and feels it magnetically secure to the body suit. He then reaches for his bag, shuts his locker, and moves over to the weapons section of the Armory. His corresponding locker, Also 47c, seems anxious to be opened, for its weapons to spill their cartridges into something.