Last of the Brave [Story of an ODST]

T-184 Arctic Outpost Station
22:51:17
August 1st, 2538
Lance Corporal Jay Hunter

Chapter 1: Wasteland

It was bitter cold outside Outpost T-184, but Jay Hunter, a Lance Corporal, and guard to the data-terminal, didn’t mind. He was inside, guarding and overseeing a stupid terminal. How more boring could a job get? He signed up for action, not this bullshit. He heard the door open, and looked over to see Private Jenkins coming in with two coffee mugs. He gave one to Jay, and kept the other for himself. He sat down beside him.
“So, anything exciting happen, man?” asked Jenkins, smirking.
“What the fuck do you think, genius?” replied Hunter, rolling his eyes behind his goggles. He took off his helmet, letting his brown hair feel the air. “Why do we need to even guard this station anyways?” he asked, sipping his cup of coffee.
“Don’t know, man. I just know this is boring as hell,” Said Jenkins, taking off his helmet so he could drink his mug. He took a sip, and spat it out. “Damn, needs more sugar.” Hunter laughed at him.
Jay sat back, and heard a beep. Then another. Then another. He looked over at the computer terminal’s radar, and saw that there was a shape inbound towards the station. He checked the ID of the ship. None of the UNSCs. He switched to visual, and saw a Pelican inbound. And its turret rotating. Fuck…Jay got up and ran to the alarm across the room. He punched it, and the alarm blared. Guards came rushing out of their rooms, and were immediately under fire from Pelican cannons. “Jenkins! Get on the AA-Turret! We need to take that bastard down!” he yelled. His radio beeped. “Hunter, this is Captain Farlow, make sure nobody reaches that data-terminal. ONI data is on there!” the Captain said. “Sir, yes sir!” he replied, and opened his locker. Inside was his Designated Marksman Rifle and Magnum with x2 zoom. He took them out, put the pistol on his side, and readied the DMR. He then knocked over the locker, and took cover behind it. Three more troops came in, and got ready in defensive positions. Tons of gunfire blared outside, and then it was suddenly quiet. “Captain, you there?” said Hunter. “They’re….coming….” was the reply. Jay cursed, and got ready, as the door opened. Nothing…unless-one of the troopers suddenly had blood fly out of his back, and fell down dead. Jay opened fire, aware that this enemy was cloaked. He then remembered the Captain had said “They’re”…which meant there was more than one. He turned on his VISR, and could see the hostiles. He opened fire, again and again. One fell down, dead, and uncloaked. The URF. Of course. He quickly started to open fire on the others. Only one was left. Suddenly, he too, fell down dead, and Jenkins stepped over him.
“Thanks for the save, Jenkins,” Said Jay, and went up Jenkins. “No prob,” he replied. They walked out of the station, weapons out, and looked upon a field of dead troopers. They had stopped the attack…but at a terrible price.

Serious business right here.

Argh, my eyes. I think I just saw a clock on the screen.

Did it say 23:11? (Like in the first Assassin's Creed...)

Yes.

oh lawd

It's the bleeding effect! You're turning into Subject 16!