ODST: The Walk of Hero’s

Well guess I would write this because my brother wanted me to see if I could see something like this through. Well here we go.

Chapter 1
The Start of the End
“Come on punk wake up”.
“Damn Smith you knocked him out cold”
He woke up, raised his fist and sent the big man tumbling down with a punch to the temple. Tim Wood stood to find the man’s buddies scampering away like frightened children, it amused him. Tim Wood, private of the most well respected line of troops in history, ODST.
The academy had been tough. Especially with asshole’s like Andrew Smith in the squad as well as snob’s, mama’s boys and pushy guys who thought too highly of themselves. All these people Tim hated especially people like Andrew Smith, people who thought they were the best. Rank doesn’t mean anything.
Friends. People who you can relate to they were hard to come by at the academy especially good ones. That don’t get shot by there own side. Well at least things can’t get any worse, that’s what john had told him. But things have a funny way of changing.
After all Tim was the best at what he done. Stealth. Better than everyone else, better then the sergeant. Better then the captain. He shot the captain in training, non-lethal of course, right between the eyes with his pistol. The drop was soon about 1 week away, training was sporadic, most of the time was spent with the quarter master checking weapons, checking gear, seeing if the visors were working properly, all the boring stuff. At least it kept his mind off the covenant and what they must being doing on the planet below them. He as well as most of the troops knew that it was unlikely that they would survive the campaign.
The armoury was cold, dead and silent as you would expect from a room full of Rookies who hadn't been toughened up from combat. As the sergeant walked through the ranks of new faces that he knew would haunt him throughout the day's to come, he knew that many wouldn’t last the 1st day.
The sergeant stopped at a silent trooper keeping to him in the corner, who was checking equipment and trying to keep him from not going crazy from the day's to come. Even the rook knew what the covenant done to wounded..... And the dead
"What's your name son?" Asked the sergeant
"Tim Wood Sir!" Replied the Soldier
"Wood huh? Well 'wood' I'm gonna call you Forest.
"Why would you call me that sir?" Replied Forest.
"I have a good feeling about you, your gonna do good, I know you will." Said the sergeant Into the Ear's of Forest.
"Ok people, Time to drop"
The room quickly came to life troops running franticly to gather gear and weapons and get to the pods, the sergeant turned to see Forest ready to drop, minutes before everybody else. The sergeant had been right 'Forest' would do fine

Chapter 2
It begins.
Falling through the air at high-speed was always hell, any type of falling was generally considered bad but with a casing that could easily kill you if you hit the ground awkwardly you tend to think about landing safely first. Radio chatter filled the pod, people barking orders, giving advice where it was asked, the usual. That’s when it happened, the ship jumped smashing all the pods close to it im random places, they were lucky. Most pods burst into fire when another hit the other. ‘Forest’ turned to see blobs of fire falling through the sky onto the city below. New Mombasa. The city was of vital importance to the UNSC, the sky lift was the most important part of the city reaching to the fleets above. Many screams were heard through the radio mostly of those getting burned alive in there metal caskets, ‘Forest’ was luckier then most. At least he landed. He survived the landing. But for how long?
“Is anybody there? Hello” came a young voice from ‘Forests’ radio. The voice on the end sounded no older than his own, ‘Forest’ needed to find this person, whoever he was, sounded like they needed assistance.
“This is trooper ‘WS54’ I need a location if you need help my friend” replied ‘Forest’ down the radio.
“Finally a friendly voice. Im at Tayari Plaza. I have the sergeant and a few others with me. I think we will wait for you. Not in any position to move.” Came the reply.
“What’s your name?” Came the voice again.
“Tim. And yours?”
“Mark.”
“Well Mark, Sit tight ill be there soon.”
‘Forest’ knew that he would have to be quick, brutes will be coming and they will need all the help they can get. ‘Not far now’ thought ‘Forest’ as he ran through the back alleys. It surprised him that he hadn’t encountered anything on his way there. He heard something that he hoped never to hear again. Hunters.