The drop had been a blur, as always. A sudden feeling of extreme weightlessness and nausea followed swiftly by the loud roar of the atmosphere as it tried desperately to burn through the titanium-A plating of the drop pod and engulf him in flames, finished with the bone-shuddering jolt of the pod crashing into the planet. Yet, even despite the raging thunderstorm, Jace survived the drop. It had been a rough one, it'd be hard to forget the screams of PFC Truman coming through the comms link, but not his roughest thankfully. The mission, however, would forever be marred with Truman 'digging his own grave'. Not that he liked calling it that, but it's essentially what happened.
Popping his hatch almost immediately gave a loud hissing sound as the pod depressurised. Dust was thrown up all over the placed and he could hear faintly, the other thumps as his fellow ODSTs landed all over the city. Another sound, one of familiar squeals, kicked his trained instincts into overdrive and placed the direction of the sound to the forefront of his attention. Grunts. Unslinging his battle rifle from his back, he dove for the nearest wall. As he stood with his back against the half-destroyed wall of, from what he could tell, used to be a large warehouse, he clicked off the safety of his rifle and notched it into single shot mode. Crouching slightly and following the wall to his left, Jace angled the nozzle of his BR55HB around the corner of the wall. The weapon came with a built-in uplink that would display whatever the scopes were aimed at through his HUD.
The first thing he noticed were two road signs; Fremont Avenue and Maynard Boulevard. That's when he saw them, ambling cautiously onto the latter of the two roads. Two packs of Grunts. Three on the western side of the Avenue and four on the eastern. He then spotted two Elites herding the two packs. He instantly marked them using his VISR. The Grunts were outlined in orange whilst the Elites were red, to denote them as higher priority targets. Just then, static came through on his comms link, it had stopped working shortly after Truman's last message. Most likely interference from the storm.
"This is Corporal Ross. Still alive out here. I'm near the intersection of... uh... Stevens and Maynard? Got a big group of Covenant comin' up Fremont Avenue. Will be headin' towards you in a tick, Sarge. Just gonna check to see where the aliens plan on going."
It was the Second Squad's Breach Specialist. He was glad to hear his voice, he'd been worrying in the back of his mind about the comms but the sound of another marine put him at ease. He figured that if he could now receive comms he could also send them.
"Copy that Ross, this is Corporal Anders. I lost comms for a while there but I've got eyes on those covies you're seein'. Seven Grunts and two Elites. It looks like they've spotted something but it sure as hell ain't me."
He heard footsteps to his right. Flinching out of pure instinct, he spun his weapon toward the sound and dropped to one knee. The familiar shadow of ODST armour was the only thing that stopped him from pulling the trigger. His VISR marked the figure as green followed by a name; Corporal Tenjer. "Dammit Tenjer..." He said, replying to his two-way comm. "You scared the crap outta me, I nearly got the drop on you." Then answering his question, he followed up with, "We'd be better off keeping tabs on those covies back there." He pointed around the corner of the wall, having already moved away from the edge when he nearly shot his second squad counter-part. "It seems as if we're not as spread out after all. Ross is on the other side of that covie patrol. We could just sit tight, ping our position to the Gunny and wait for orders, but I have a bad feeling about that group."
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