Halo: Flood (Sequel to Purified Hell)

Prologue - Rough Landing

(DOWNEY'S POV)

Im awoken by a voice over the speakers in the pelican dropship.

"COMING IN A LITTLE HOT!"

I shake my head, making sure im awake. Sires scream the song of their people and bright red lights blink rapidly in the dark atmosphere.

The marines are buckled in, scared for their lives. I can't say im not, but the rattling of many drop pods have made me used to this ambience. I take the time to look at them. Ramsay, A squad named Foxtrot, And the two ODSTs. The two other ODSTs that were in the shaking ship wore standard black, but their secondary colors which are chosen by the ODSTs were Army Green and Baby blue. These colors went down their helmets in a stripe and on their chestplates. I wore Yellow.

"THIS IS IT!" One of the two pilots yelled.

We crash into something, but i cant see what.

Im very dizzy as i open my eyes after the crash. A throbbing headache fills my skull and brains. The seatbelt is digging into my throat I pull my knife which was hooken onto my chestplate and cut the strap, and stand up. Marines and ODSTs alike wake up and do the same. A pilot stumbles out of the cockpit door and leans agaisnt the doorway.

He hacks a cough and says "Where 2000M away from the objective." 

The dizziness i have soon dissapears and i nod. "Lets get going"

I take a stance infront of the pelican door and bash it open with my boot.

A sunny morning sun shines through the ship. Atleast we are still on earth and alive.

"Where are we going?" I ask the pilot.

"We need to regroup with the 27th Armored regiment and the 45th Rifleman Regiment at a location not far from here, and fend of the covenant. We will be making a push back into new mombasa soon. We just need to rally our forces and make another push."

"Why are we going back THERE?" One soldier asks.

"That city is VERY important to the covenant which means it's important to US!" Yells the soldiers squad leader.

We grab our weapons and gear, or what ever is left and march to the rally point.

Walking through thick swamps and deep jungles and traveling across plains for hours we are finally there at noon.

A warthog group of 3 runs past us, and goes  drives through the flat plain.

"So this is it?" I ask.

"Yeah." The pilot says out of the breath.

It would be a beautiful landscape if there werent tents and sandbags everywhere and tanks and pelicans and vehciles all over the land.

We stretch out legs through the long grass until we hit the camp site.

"Major is in the square of tents and a makeshift fort." An Lt. Says to us as we pass a staging area.

"Thanks." I say. 

I walk into the tent with the rest of the marines and ODSTs and the Major looks at us with a stare.

"Did you make it out of that hell hole?" He asks.

"Yes sir, we did." And we want to take it back" i say.

He walks over to me and pats my shoulder and looks at me as i clear my visor and make it transparent.

"Downey, I know what you did in that city. And i want to say you are now in charge of our ODST Division, Lt." He says to me.

"It'll be an honor sir." I say.

"The ODSTs are in the west wing of the camp." He says to me.

I nod and then leave the tent. I need to take New Mombasa back, even if it means giving my life.