Okay, I have been wanting to do this ever sence ODST came out.

*3 Rules are simple*
1.No Doing something god like, or pull out something like. "Shoots a Life basting Bazooka that you cant be revived
2. If you die, You respawn back. (Yes like teh game)
3. Lets just be friends in this rpg?

Okay, Its been afew years after Halo 3 ended, and yet now We are the last breath of HUmanity, and we wont be taken out easly.....So they say.
We are the Obritial Drop Shock Troopers. And i know what your thinking, Not Star Wars. -~-
We (me, ext.) are a lost Team, finding our way back, fighting our way though tough stops.
This is a Semi Serious, Semi Random RPG.

Im just going to let somebody Start it off, while i edited this post.

Commander: There. Thats the last of that raid.
Keith: I hope so.
Commander: It may or may not be, but...
Keith: Yea?
Commander: When did you get so good with Covant weapons?
Keith: I don't know, honestly.
Commander: maybe it had something to do with your childhood....
Keith: As I said, I barely remember anything from when I was a kid.
Commander: Hmm, maybe you always had to fight Covant with barely any ammo for human weapons, so you had to use Covant?
Keith: I said I DON'T KNOW!
Commander: It was a guess. Anyways, we should head back to the main sector.
Keith: Maybe that's a good idea...
Commander: What?
Keith: Eh?
Commander: Do you think it's not a good idea to head back?
Keith: No, I never said that, but...
Commander: yes?
Keith: We need to clean up the weapons from our fight first...
Commander: So the children or war trainees don't see it?
Keith: Exactly. I might take a plasma rifle or something like that, just so I have a weapon i'm good at using.
Commander: You know the rule. No evidence, No problems.
Keith: Right, but...


*A swarm of Covant, maybe a size of 6, break through*

Commander: Ah crap...
Keith: Looks like we still have to fight, eh?

Crain, Bargeing out of a Wall, being thrown from a Brute.

Crain: And I dont like your face!

Brute: We dont like your Race you Demon!

Crain, shooting The Brute, killing it. Haveing made it a head shot.

Crain: Keith! Man the left side! Commander, take the front! I'll take the back!

Commander: Remember, Im your supirior!

Crain -Thinking-: He's taller than me?

Keith: Get ready! Here they come!

Ateren: Boy, I wonder what the other two teams are faring!...

A soldier runs up.

Soldier: Commander! we lost contact with one of our teams!

Ateren: Which one!

Soldier: I'm not sure, I only know that we lost contact.

Ateren sighs.

Ateren: Ok report back which team it is ON THE DOUBLE!

Soldier: Yes sir!

Kieth: 3 Brute Ultra's, 2 Brute Captians, and 1 War Chieftain....
Cain: Do something Keith!
Kieth: ...

*Keith hides behind some wall, and throws a high explosion grenade*

Kieth: Stand back!

*The grenade blows up, hitting most of the brutes, and Kieth himself, with debris*

Kieth: Crap...

*A Brute ultra wielding a Plasma sword comes out and stabs at Kieth, but misses*

Kieth: Take this sucka!

*Kieth blows the brute's head off with his shotgun*

Kieth: Yes! A plasma rifle!

*Kieth picks up both of his weapons*

Kieth: Alright, come at me!

*The rest of the Brute Ultra's jump in at Kiteh, but he stabs them all with the plasma sword*

Kieth: ...
Commander: Help!

*The War Chieftain charges at the Commander*

Finsih it off WNM

Crain, trying to radio in to All command posts.

Crain: We are -bzzt, bzzt- New Mombossa Captiol -bzzt, bzzt- Someone anyone please -bzzt, bzzt- Spond.

Said Crain, as he pulld out his pistol, and shot some grunts.

Crain: Commander!

Crain yelling that to the Commander, as he ran up to protect the Commander, and he Shot at Chieftain, Killing it over kill, as he keep on shooting, with his eyes closed, as he shot at teh next wave of more advanced Grunts.

Crain: I AM I DEAD!!!

Keith laughs, and opens Crains eyes.

Keith: Its over Crain. Shot shooting!

Said Keith, as he continued to crack up and laugh

Keith: Come at me you stanky heads!

*The rest of them turn towards Kieth*

Commander: I see what he is planning....

*The Convanant charge at Kieth*

Kieth: Here goes nothin!

*Kieth lets go of his cocked High explosion grenade, then jumpsm almost dieing, but take all the Covanant to near death*

Commander: Now time to end this!

*Commander opens fire with assult rifle, killing everobody that was hit by grenade*

Cain: KIETH!
Commander: That should do it, I hope. Kieth will also spawn back you know?
Cain: ?
Commander: Let's go back.

*As they do, a Grunt jumps out and clings onto the Commander*

Commander: Do something!

*Cain punches it off, the finishes it off*

Commander: Now we have to clean up the evidence.....

*They n=both groan*

deep within covanant borders a small group of mercenaries have been trained to intercept communications and spy on the enemy. this group was part of your not so ordinary people. each one of them had their very own perfesional job that made the team the perfect one for this job. their qualifications fell everywhere between hand to hand combat all the way to killing something with its own tongue. now of course this group wasnt meant to kill everything in site. because they were there to blend in with there souroundings. this group was opperated by only four men. tongues the sniper of the group. he had gotten thes nickname as a sort of joke in the camp cause you see his tongue had been ripped out by a nasty little grunt durring the previous war. having his tongue ripped out makes it so he cant talk and that he like to keep his enemy's at a far distance hence the sniper. virus, was the explosive expert of the group. as a small boy he had always played with everything from original tnt to burning bottles of tequilla. his awkward way of positioning the bombs so that one went off it would automaticly set of the other gave him the name virus. fang was an expert on all things mechanical. no one exactly knows why they gave him that nick name but no one ever really asked seeing as he was almost triple the size of the others and nothing but pure muscle. squints, expert of all things computerish. he is the nerd of the group and yes for all of those that get the nicknaem refference he did watch the movie sandlot alot. dont get me wrong though even for a nerd he could still pack a punch and carry his own weight in the group. there you go that was my squad and this is our story.

that will come at some other time

Cain, Takeing a Mop, and cleaning up the ground of New Mombossa

Cain: Commander...If he dont spawn back..I will betray him, and make him clean up his mess of blood..

Commander: If you dont, I kill you myself!

Lt.: Command, this is Team R-34, do you read, we are pinned down at coordinates 129-75, we are in need of back-up

Only static arises.

Lt.: GOD D@MN IT!!!
Matthew: umm, sir.....Pvt.Hudgkins just died.
Lt.: I guess that makes it you and me now.
Matthew: I guess.
Lt.: if we don't make it, I just want you to now you've always been like a son to me.
Matthew: but we've only now eachother for three days.
Lt.:...............umm......lets move out.
Matthew: we're pinned down.
Lt.: oh right, go smoke.

The Lt. threw a smoke grenade.

Lt.: follow me.

And so they walked threw the shadows until they came up to a convoy of Covenants......

Ateren: The contact came from... corrdinates 129-75... wait a minute, a distress call?

Call: Command, this is Team R-34, do you read, we are pinned down at coordinates 129-75, we are in need of back-up

Ateren: We are not command but we should assist. MOVE OUT!!

Grunt: You sure? Command has orders for us to stay here.

Ateren: I'm your commanding officer, when I say move out, I MEAN MOVE OUT! besides I know a luepole.

Grunt: ??

Ateren: We are to stay here but what if we were here and also over there helping out?

Grunt: Ah!

Ateren: Me, Curt and Seth will assist, now Leon your in command for the remainder of the time.

Leon: Yes sir!

Ateren's team set off to assist the distress call.

Ateren and Seth are sitting on the front side of the warthog. While Curt man the gun.

Ateren: Glade I orderd this from command!

Cain, looking at Keith as he respawned back.

Cain: Great timeing Keith, you missed out on CLEANING THE TOWN!!!

Commander: Boys! Stop fighting! Here comes a Drop pod! Its from The UNCS! Dosent look like a Spartan Pod..

Cain: Is it Sargent Johnson! I heard from my friends cusions friend, that he can take out a fleet of Covnate, and fought with Spartan 117, Master Cheif!

Keith: Stop Talking nonsence...

Cain: Also, they say that he has Lazor Eyes!

Commander, then tuneing in to Sgnt. Johnsons Drop Pod.

Commander: Hello, This is Micheal Commerson, Johnson, do you reply?

Sargent Johnson: You need help dont you?

Cain: ITS REALLY HIM!!!

Cain passes out of too much excitement.

Kar'Sangho sat upon his command chair, looking at the many reports and intel comoing in from the covenant inside New Mombasa capital.

Kar'Sangho: Send squads 3-7 to that distress signal we hacked into. and squads 8-14 to the area where that brute squad was taken out. begin long range bombardment of city starting from the outskirts with all wraith and 30% of our banshee forces. Keep a air blockade of 50% of our phantoms and another 20% of our banshees over the city. Send the rest for space battle support. Oh and Dadab,

Dadab: yes sir?

Kar'Sangho: get me one of those human drinks...called um....coffe! yes thats right coffe e get me one of those.

Dadab: Yes sir!

Cain, wakeing up, seeing Johnson stand up above him.

S.J.: You have to stay on your feet and fight men, Master Cheif isent here to help us..

Cain: B-But your the allmighty Sargent Johnson! I prais the ground you walk on!

Keith -wispering- : Yeah, but thats diffrent when Master Cheif would come here.

Cain: I can hear you haircut...

Johnson: Stay Sharp, I hear alot of fire power, heading over, and comeing twards us. Take cover.
You, Boy with the yellow stripe, Your name?

Cain: My Names Cain Sir!

Johnson: Okay, you and teh other rookie are my scouts, Move out, and take over!

Kieth: What's a scout?
Both: O.O