Post by rx1334 on Feb 15, 2016 16:21:51 GMT -6
Hope you guys enjoy this. Its some backstory for my character, and some practice for myself. I will update these regularly, probs daily.
Private First Class Adrian "Swipe" Leberecht
UNSC Marine Corp, Fire Team Foxtrot, First Platoon, Alpha Company
Early 2546
Operation Breakout
FOB Charlie || Sargasso
Sargasso was a beautiful planet, covered in lush green and crystal blues; The skies were always pristine, and the animals in constant harmony with the environment surrounding them. Cities and Metropolises sprawled across the continents where the buildings and plants lived peacefully, where humans respected and nourished nature, where the war was only a thought in the back of one's head. It was an utopia, an ideal society free of corruption and conflict, a world where life was worry free and full of bliss. Until the Covenant came.
It was inevitable. The planet was defenseless against the armada that had decided to stumble upon it and it's people. A fleet of ten UNSC ships was all that stood between the Covenant and yet another world to burn. Reinforcements were summoned, but those fifteen ships needed time to get to Sargasso. That was where Adrian's Battalion aboard the UNSC Clearidas and the UNSC Musashi came in.
Of course, Adrian was assigned to the front lines, since his Company Commander was on the bad side of the higher ups. His platoon was given the responsibility of guarding the main entrance to the Capitol of Sargasso, Batewela, where a beach with a harbor stood in gracious harmony. Adrian strolled along the sand berms and instacrete fortifications with his close friend, PFC Lorell, keeping an eye out for the Covenant baddies. He knew that he would most likely die on this world, and he had accepted it. He always joked with Lorell, "at least its a beautiful place to die", whenever they talked about it over lunch or dinner. As he contemplated the issue, imagining all the horrible ways he could have died, he was scared. It was different now, because they -- the Covenant -- were really here.
Lorell had already come to that realization, and it no longer bothered him. "Why?", you would ask him. All he ever said was, "it was in the job description kid, we run in, shoot, hope to kill a bastard, and then die." The notion was saddening, but true in the cruelest of ways. Lorell had told Adrian stories of how ODSTs were sliced in half by Elites with energy swords, their training didn't matter. Rumors had even spread that Spartans were dying everywhere, sad thing was, Adrian believed them all. The stroll continued, accompanied occasionally by the random glance or nervous twitch only to be calmed by the lapping waves. The sun descended gracefully on the horizon, emanating the purples and pinks and reds that made one realize how precious life was.
Lorell screamed, Adrian turned to look. He was hit. Adrian hit the ground, sprayed with his rifle, and called in the Assault.
