*ZZZZZT!* *PEW!* *PEW!* *PEW!* I woke up to the crack of MA5s and Covenant Carbines. As I brought myself up, I saw at least 2 elites and 16 grunts, and a couple of skirmishes. They were all focusing on a platoon of marines pinned down in a small shop, slowly being stripped of their cover by the Covenant's soldiers plasma guns, cutting and burning their pitiful defenses. As I debated what to do the radio cracked alive, "Recon Team Echo speaking! We require immediate assistance! We are pinned down by at least 2 Covenant platoons! We're in Sector 45570-10743! I repeat Sector 45570-10743!" "Hello Recon Team Echo!" I crackled in reply. "Yeah buddy! Reinforcements!" A Marine interrupted. "Uhhhh.... There's only me." "Oh" he dejectedly replied "Then give us a hand over here!" "Can't! To many for just me! If I tried I would just be cut down! I'm going to get reinforcements! Just hold out a little lounger! And I'll be back with a squad of ODSTs!" As I ran.
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FanfictionWar. War never changes. The cries of dying men. The reek of blood. The broken families. The broken hearts. The broken lives. This is the story. The story of an ODST. We are ODST.
