Timothy Blin

Feet first

Timothy enter a darkened apartment, it was small and compact, basically the size of a storage container. The walls were made of metal and the floor wasn't that comfortable, he had the singular room organised into different sections, in the right corner next to a window sat his bed, next to his bed was a desk with an office chair, the desk littered with torn apart machinery and similar goods. On one wall was a target, underneath was a simple civilian pistol along with a golden knife. Across from that was his kitchen, an oven, fridge and sink all in one tight compact work surface. He sigh as he took a bag off his shoulder and chucked it into the corner of the room, he sat down on his bed and looked up at a poster, a poster of the UNSC. He had debated for months now wether he should join up, however nothing had swayed him one way or the other yet. He flop down onto his bed as he rolled onto it. He was tired, he just spent a few weeks out in space doing his typical shipments, he sigh.

"I mean seems a little nice, at least he had a roof over his head." Jet remark, he really didn't think highly of Timothy yet, it's going to have to take some actual courage to convince him he's actually worth the trouble.
"Perhaps, but he was trapped in a demanding job that barely paid the bills let alone food and not to mention he always felt like he was being watched until... It accumulated up to one moment." Timothy yawn as he slowly fell asleep, however he hear something, like helicopter blades. Unfortunately before he could process what's going on, machine gun fire shatter his windows as he flips his bed over and grabbed the pistol. A pelican had flown up by his apartment window, "Shit!" He knew the authorities can kind of be useless but this is beyond normal.

A loud banging was heard on his door as it was bashed off its hinges, in stormed a few police officers, "THERE FIRE!" one scream as they aimed at Timothy. He quickly dashed behind his desk as he looked around for an exit. He attempted to shoot some of them but the amount of fire heading his way was too much to handle in general. The desk start to snap and Timothy had to think quick, and so he did. He leaped up and smashed himself into the window as he went flying past the cockpit of the Falcon that had just rained hell upon him. He grab onto the back of it as he took out his black knife and stabbed it into one the the engines, sending the Falcon into a sort of freefall. Timothy grab the knife as he jumped off the pelican into a nearby building that was under construction. He run through the site pushing past people with his pistol out, eventually he reach the bottom of it as he ran into the streets.

He thought he was safe until, he heard shouting that sounded like, "Over there." and so he ran to an alley opened a bin and hid in it. He hear the heavy footsteps of running as a few rough sounding, presumably, corrupt police ran past him. "Wait what?" Jet would exclaim, sure some of this story was a little ridiculous but this? This was something else.
"Yes I thought you may react that way. So ONI did an investigation on why that happened, on closer investigation we found out that the Falcon was in fact a stolen Falcon that, last time we checked, was in the possession of a crime lord and the police were paid off by some mysterious man." Richard present another file, "This is the dossier of Kira Corset Kells, the daughter of Erred Borv Kells a well known crime lord. We believe that this man sent the attack force to kill Timothy and it was in fact a strange attack, most attempts on Timothy by him was with his own men and troops but this time, it was not. Some of us, myself included, believe that some sort of henchman hired the attack instead of getting evolved." Jet wouldn't care, seemingly half asleep.
"Yeah, yeah. I just want to know what happened next."

The bin lid open as Timothy crawled out and sigh a sigh of relief. He get up, his home was now compromised, he knew what he must do. Later that day, he enlisted into the UNSC and well volunteered to be an ODST. "Timothy proceeded to pass with, well, excellent marks really, most notable was his sharp eye with a battle rifle making him a rifleman. He was enlisted into a fireteam, fireteam Mori."
Jet raise an eyebrow, "Fireteam... Mori? Never heard of it."
"That means the censorship is doing its job." Jet look a little worried, "We trust you with this information Jet." Jet sigh a little, although not much scared him, ONI was something that, at times, was quite threatening.