Sir_leaf's ODST App

[Sir_Leaf]

Steam name: Sir_Leaf
Age: 20

Character Name: Logan Lamone
Character Age: 24
Character Corps: ODST
Character Rank: PFC
Planet of Origin: Earth


Personality Description: Lamone is a professionalist. He always thoroughly reads a units SOP. Weapons are always cleaned. He's quiet, only because he never has anything to say unless it's mission specific. Doesn't ask many questions, if he doesn't know something, he feels it up to him to figure it out, he is after all Special Forces. Perhaps before being placed in such a prestigious place as an ODST, Lamone would've turned out different. But now battle hardened, scared, and older... he accepts things as they are, not worrying about the details. He was at his heart, a soldier. It was after all, all he knew.


Physical Description: Tall, about 6”3’ | Slim Build, Young but Stern Faced | Bright Blue Eyes | Cleanly Shaven, but you can tell he shaves every morning | Dark, Brown Hair that gives off the typical ‘Military’ vibe, faded upwards, long up front | Tattoo of a phoenix perched on a tree branch made out to be a nice half-sleeve on his right arm | Wears the standard UNSC ODST Combat Armor | UNSC Dog Tags hang around his neck | MA-5D magnetically placed on back | M6C holstered on right thigh |M7 SMG Magnetically placed beanth MA-5D |


Character Bio: Logan Lamone was born into a very well of family. His father ex-military now a police chief, and his mother a very successful lawyer. What on Earth is this guy doing in the UNSC? Well let me explain. Logan grew up a single child, and he grew up extremely well, given his heritage it was obvious. He was privately tutored even at a young age, went to the best schools and he scored relatively high grades… relatively. Even starting in middle school, Logan did not always score the best grades despite all the help he had, and that was because he was lazy, he didn’t want to do the homework or study for the tests even though he was more than capable of it. To be frank, school bored him, he resented the fact that he had to get up every morning and go and “waste his time” little did he know how wrong he was. Coming into the 8th grade, Logan realized he was looking at school the wrong way. So did his grades get better? Hell no, they got worse all thanks to the discovery of girls. It was here in the 8th grade that Logan had his first girlfriend Cheyenne.

They were good for eachother, kept each other happy and out of trouble, well, for un-academic matters at least. About 5 months down the road they broke up and this was to Logan’s surprise. Upset at first, Logan quickly got over it when he met another girl, Anna. Jumping right into this relationship so soon it was bound to end just as fast, and it did. Logan, was a natural people person, likeable, handsome, funny, and he just loved the attention. He always wanted to be the best, look the best, get the best grades though? Still no. So the point is, Logan’s girlfriends reflected this, and he made sure of it.

Coming into high school, his parents adamantly enforced his education and freshman year was spent at a prestigious private school. Logan made it through with again, low grades due to the fact that he hated the school, the dress code, the stuck up people who went there. He might’ve shared similarities with these people due to his background but he was nothing like them. The summer past and another girl slipped through Logan’s grasp, but one thing did work out in his favor… his transfer to a public high school. This was a breath of fresh air. Having nearly two thousand more students than the private school, Logan was insistent and ready to become one of the most known, most respected students here. And why not? Beautiful girls, awesome people to hang out with, so much to do. It was almost laid out for him to grab with his personality alone… but yet… it wasn’t.

Sophomore year flying by, Logan had little to no success. Junior year passed by and despite the girls he dated, people he made friends with, he was still a background character. It was Senior year when he finally realized his faults. His grades. They were average if not bad just like his previous years and the years before that and so on, he didn’t care about school… that was, until now.

First semester was a piece of cake, scoring A’s across the board. Logan showed that if he just cared a little, he could’ve had that all along… and that’s when his mood and attitude changed. He started caring. Not just about grades or little things but everything. He cared about everything. Just like that, he made student president, football team captain, academic awards, top 10%, he was making it, he was climbing to the top. Everything was perfect… almost.

Logan graduated high school, the best he could be, making his parents proud and himself proud… but… what next? He still disliked school and was so relieved when he graduated high school he couldn’t fathom the idea of college. His ideals were slowly changed and manipulated by a girl he started seeing, that Logan himself was in love with 120%... but she wasn’t nearly as invested in him. She convinced him to sign up for college, take her places, purchase her countless things/items, help her with summer work, fix her car for her… she was manipulative and Logan didn’t even see it he was so in love.

Months later, nearing the end of summer… they broke up. The women Logan loved so much cheated on him and he caught the two of them in the act. Storming off not knowing what to do or say he got into his car, and sped off… the worst thing he could’ve done. Minutes down the road Logan flipped his car, rolled it onto its roof and slide 300 yards into a field… and as he lay there, glass all around him and hell, inside parts of him… he sighed because he knew that the girl wasn’t even worth it.

The car was totalled and Logan broke his collarbone, not to mention his license was suspended for 6 months… everything he had hoped to gain and loved was gone in a second, and he had no one to blame but himself.
His collarbone now healed and his pride and heart still healing, Logan enlisted as soon as he could, and was shipped off to Basic Combat Training. He took to it easily, the structured lifestyle gave very little room for error and he was already physically adept thanks to football the four years previously. Logan’s natural attitude for wanting to be the best, wanting to impress and be the center of attention hindered him at times… but it also was extremely helpful. To Logan, BCT went by incredibly fast and hell, he even had a little bit of fun. Landing in the top 10% of his class he left BCT as a PFC, not just a PVT and went to his first duty station, where he was almost immediately sent on a 9 month deployment where he got tons of experience about his job, combat, and his branch itself. Returning from his deployment, Logan continued to strive for greatness, scoring the max 300 points on his PT tests and on the extended scale, a 324. Logan still continues to want to be the best, the absolute best not only for himself, but to make his parents proud, and to prove those he know doubt him wrong.

After maintaining a consecutive PT score on the extended scale over the course of two-three PT tests, Logan put in a request for Ranger School. Due to his PT score and his general soldier skills and knowledge of battle drills, he was accepted and spent a month in the pre-ranger course with his unit before he was sent of to Fort Benning, Georgia to participate in the Ranger School Training and upon completion, RASP (Ranger Assessment and Selection Program). Eight weeks later, Logan completed RASP and was assigned to the 75th Ranger Regiment, where he served with and went on two deployments with. During Logan's deployments he became an adept marksman, his standard role of being a rifleman excelling beyond the norm. Upon return of his third deployment, second with the 75th, himself as well as other select members from the regiment with the highest PT score’s and most well rounded in the basic and advanced Ranger Tasks and Battle Drills were given the go-ahead for a program they volunteered for before their deployment… the ODST assessment and Selection program. With his Ranger background, Logan had already gone through some intense training and selection screening… but nothing like this.

He went through the screening process just fine, he was more than qualified. But the first week of training was nothing like he’d ever experienced before. The first week of training was meant to break the candidates, test them and push them to their physical and mental limit and then demand they reach forth and go beyond. Dozens of people failed within the first week… and that was only natural, the ODST’s needed to be resilient, determined, undoubtedly strong both mentally and physically… and they couldn’t be quitters, so they had to be pushed. After the first few weeks everything settled down, and training really began. Each day was a sequence of History, Tactics, Specializations Training, Theory and Physical Training. And each candidate had to be well rounded in all, yet excel in few. Logan, despite his Ranger background and strive to be the best he could be, still was no match for some of the other candidates coming from Delta or the Green Berets or Seals or MARSOC, yet he still was well rounded and scored equally adept in each section of training. And thus, he graduated from the ODST Training Battalion, and given the prestigious title and honor of being an ODST.

Whilst in the ODST Training Battalion, Logan did his best to excel in everything himself and the other trainees were taught. He scored very evenly across the board, not excelling in anything drastically and far from falling behind in anything. Because of his equally balanced scores, he was placed in the Rifleman role, best at running and gunning, but able to preform other tasks if need be.

One of Lamones Engagements...

Rushing forward, his boots slamming into the pavement with each bound Logan slide down behind the rubble of a collapsed wall. He looked to his left and right briefly, checking on his ODST teammates… all of them up and actively engaging the enemy, all identifiers green. Logan then proceeded to pull his own weight in the firefight, popping up over cover with his MA-5D in hands, he flicked off the safety and aimed his crosshairs at the nearest strongpoint of dung in Insurgent's, keeping their heads down with suppressive fire, maintaining bursts of 3-5 rounds.
As Logan ducked behind cover, he heard a whizz, and instead of a pop he heard a thud, followed by a grunt and the sight of one of his Battle Buddies hitting the pavement,
“Three’s Down! I’m Moving!”

Logan barely finished yelling into comms before dashing towards his downed Teammate. He quickly looked over his fellow ODST’s body, all of his armor was intact but his helmet was severely dented. Pulling his teammate into guaranteed cover, he unsealed the ODST’s helmet and slipped it off, placing it down next to him and inspecting the left side of his forehead… broken skin, slight bleeding, irritated wound…
“We need a Doc over here!” Logan yelled into his transmitter as he pulled a kerchief from a sustainment pouch on his kit and pressed it against his ODST team mates wound. Shortly after the request for a medic, one appeared and started digging through their IFAK for the necessary supplies to assist their teammate. The Doc nodded towards Logan and went to work on the wounded ODST. Logan then placed the now bloodied kerchief back into his pouch and resumed his position behind the wall of rubble.

Burst after burst Logan slung rounds down-range, his crosshair darting to whatever innie decided they wanted to take some pot shots at his team. There was another whizz followed by an incredibly loud crack that resounded throughout Logan’s ears. Quickly ducking down Logan began to scan the buildings around them, looking for the target he assumed was hiding atop one of the higher floors.

A flash of light caught his eye as he made out the silhouette of an insurgent sniper, taking pot shots.
Logan placed his non-firing hand against the wall of rubble and made his index finger and thumb form the shape of a ‘C’. He then placed his rifle in the C-Grip, using the wall for extra stability he set his crosshairs on the snipers silhouette… taking a few slow, deep breaths (Which was difficult mind you, due to the bullets flying all around), Logan fired three rounds in quick succession,
That
That
That

His finger pushing the trigger on his weapon three times, firing in a semi-automatic fashion. To his pleasure, the snipers silhouette slumped and collapsed out of view, the rounds landing true. Without a moment's hesitation, Logan perked back up over his cover and continued to fire downrange towards the insurgents.

One of Lamones most vivid memories...

“Fifteen-two… fifteen-four… and a double run of three is ten.”
The man slapped the cards down on the table for everyone to see, and was rewarded with several moans and sighs as he took ten pegs in the on-going game of cribbage. Logan Lamone sighed and tossed his cards down,
“Four,” Speaking flatley his took his four pegs and crossed his arms, “You’ve been scoring over eight the whole game, I think you’re cheating.”
There were a few laughs, and a disappointed smile doning the ODST in question,
“Oh please, I’m just lucky! Besides, it’s all about what you get in the crib.”

The response was a unison of moans and “whatever's” as the next hand of cards were being dealt. Just as everyone was sorting through their new hands, the light went out and flickered back on as a dark red, and alarms started blaring. The room of ODST’s was still for a second as everyone exchanged glances before they all jumped up, throwing cards onto the table, grabbing boots and blouses off of bunks and rushing out the door.

First stop, lockers.
Each ODST grabbed their armor and strapped it on, helping each other secure the armor plates and making sure they were tight before grabbing their helmets and donning them while rushing towards the armory.
An assembly line of Marines was formed as one grabbed a weapon, handed it to a free-handed Marine, and then that Marine passed it towards a rushing ODST.

Final stop, the pods.
Rushing to his assigned pod Logan Lamone stowed and secured his weapon, checked the ammo supplies to make sure the maintenance guys didn’t screw him over, and then sealed his pod, a loud hiss emanating from it as it did so. He started flying through pre-drop checks, and system diagnostics to ensure a safe drop… a “safe” drop. Re-adjustment thrusters… check and fully fueled. Parachute… check. Navigation system and GPS uplink… check. Emergency unlock… on standby. Life support systems… online and sitting at 100%. He was 100% functional. Speaking into his helmet he said,
“This is Hotel-Six, I am Green, Green, Green.”

There was a symphony of other Hotel team members queuing up as operational and finally once the team leader told the dropmaster that Hotel was ready to go, the primary locks in the pod-hanger were released, and each pod jolted briefly. Now being able to turn, each pod was orientated and given drop coordinates through the Nav systems and GPS uplink,
“All Hotel Callsigns, we are Green and very, very mean.”
“Hoo-rah!”

The secondary locks were released and Logan’s stomach jolted as he started to plummet to the planet below. A screen light up on the pods door, showing a live-feed from the camera inside his team-leaders pod,
“Standard run of the mill, no-evidence, operation guys. We’re going to land, set up an OP (Observation Point), and conduct recon on a suspected Insurgent Stronghold.”
“Why not just send the Marine Recon then?”
“Turns out, the Innie’s are suspected to have heavy armor and AA support, in addition to Indirect fire support. If it’s true, the Jarheads would be in over their heads. Were to reconnoiter the area and if necessary, prepare for a torch and burn secondary op.”
Logan smiled, These are the best kind of missions. And then the clouds came into view, surrounding his pod in a bright white before bursting through to the other side, and witnessing the massive jungle below.

Three… two… one… annnnd-THUD-there it is…
Logan Lamones pod slammed into the dirt. He was jolted around for only a second before instinct and hundreds of hours of training kicked in. His hand reaching for the release, he made a fist and punched it, the pod door exploding outwards and landing firmly against a massive tree. Quickly undoing his straps Logan stepped out of his pod and grabbed his MA-5D, placing it on his back and letting it sit on the magnetic locks while he cleaned the pod out of ammo, placing mags and frags in their respective pouches on his kit.

Quickly reaching up and reclaiming the rifle off his back, Logan made sure to grab his medical bag before abandoning the pod and rushing off towards the rally point marked on his HUD (Heads-Up-Display). Only a few moments later Logan rushed into a circle of ODST’s maintaining a three-hundred-sixty degree perimeter of the rally point. Logan took a spot along the line and blinked his HUD icon once, letting his team leader silently know that he had joined them.

Time seemed to stand still for a few moments, nothing happening, the only sounds being the occasional shuffle as each ODST continued to scan their sector of fire.
Logan ran through the Op briefing they got on the way down planetside,
“Standard Long-Range-Reconnaissance-Patrol. We’re behind enemy lines trying to get a feel for their strength… and if necessary, we’ll act individually if necessary to torch and burn the place, then get out as fast as possible. Standard.”

“Everyone up.” The Team leader broke the silence over comms, “Two clicks to the west, fireteam wedge, maintain your sectors, Lamone, pull rear security.”
“Roger.” Came the many responses as everyone mechanically moved into position. Logan took up the last spot in the wedge and at every 15-20 steps, turned around to scan a quick one-hundred-eighty degree sector of his team's rear, to ensure they weren’t being followed.

The next few minutes passed quickly and quietly as the team made their way through the jungled area towards the sounds of fighting. The team was about a click of the way there when Logan turned around once again to check the rear, and was awarded with the sight of an Insurgent recon patrol lining up to open fire on them,
“Contact, Contact, Contact!”

Dropping to one knee and his rifle coming up in his hands, Logan flicked the safety off subconsciously and started sending rounds downrange towards the insurgents, and in no more time than a second the rest of his team's weapons joined in the symphony of gunfire, plunging the jungle into chaos.
Logan rolled to his left and stood up behind the cover of a thick tree, he peaked around his cover and fired a burst downrange, seeing only the muzzle flashes of the Insurgents through the thick foliage as they had taken cover too,
“Prepping Frag!”
Logan called through his helmets transmitter as he reached into one of his grenade pouches and twisted the pin,
“Frag out!”

He then pulled the pin clear of the frag grenade, came around the corner of the tree, and lobbed it like a baseball towards the enemy. Almost as quickly as he left cover Logan ducked back behind it and three second later his ears echo’d the sounds of an explosion. Taking no time to hesitate Logan jumped out of cover and aimed downrange. Rushing forward his crosshairs taking place on an Insurgents back as the frag flushed him out of cover. Not breaking his stride Logan let loose two bursts that landed in the Insurgents back, small puffs of red ejecting out of said insurgents back before he fell beneath the foliage,
“Dropped one!... Reloading!”

Logan quickly dropped down behind a large rock and pressed the mag release on his rifle, letting the now near empty mag fall to the ground as he reached onto his kit and pulled a fresh mag from one of his several mag pouches, slamming it into the rifle and letting the bolt push a round into the chamber. He then popped back up out of cover and was lucky enough to have his crosshairs line up with another insurgent.
That-that-that!
That-that-that-that!

He let another two bursts sling lead downrange at his target, a number of these rounds penetrating the man's arm and torso, putting him down as well,
“Another one down!”
Logan continued to engage targets for a short time, until everything went silent,
“Rally-up.”
As the command was given, Logan broke from his cover and jogged over to the forming circle of ODST’s,
“Listen up,” The Team-Leader said, “We’ve lost all elements of surprise. The OP is a no-go. We’re going in directly for the torch and burn. Due to the suspected strength of the innies. We’re going fast, and we’re going to maintain stealth. They know we’re here, but don’t know where. Move in Battle Buddy Teams, and regroup at the extraction-zone no-later-than 2300. We won’t wait, you know how these ops work, so be there. Questions? Good, act on your own, keep radio silence unless you provide mission critical updates. Go.”

The group split into teams of two almost instantly as they rushed off, Logan linking up with another rifleman the two ran towards their objective, breaking off and keeping distance from the others.
An hour later, the sun was setting and thankfully it was to their backs, so they had the advantage. Coming to the crest of a hill, the two rifleman were looking down upon their objective, the stronghold… and was it that.
The Stronghold had AA emplacements all along the perimeter, not to mention a good half-dozen retrofitted scorpions milling around in lazy patrols routes, the place was going to be incredibly difficult to assault… the only was in was to sneak in.

Logan and the other ODST Rifleman quickly made stock of their gear, they only had two explosive charges each, so they intended to make use of them… the munitions storage for all the AA and tank rounds. Logan marked a squad waypoint on his HUD of where he assumed the munitions store would be, letting his squadmates know that this is the area he was going to be taking.

With nothing more than a nod between the two, they rushed off down the hill and behind the cover of some shipping containers. It was here they sat and waited until the sun had truly set, and the innie searchlights came on.
Moving mechanically and almost painfully slowly. Logan and his ODST team mate made their way from cover to cover. Ducking behind parked vehicles, storage crates, even sliding under downed trailer.

As the two lay under the trailer, they came to a predicament… an open space between them and the main part of the stronghold,
“Great… how are we going to cross this? Even if we dodged the spotlights, the tanks are rolling through here every minute or so, and it’d take longer than that to move across here.”
Logan looked at his battle buddy and nodded,
“Agreed… but… that’s how we’ll do it. The tanks.”

There a short pause as the other ODST processed what he was saying before nodding in agreement.
The two troopers laid in wait for the next tank to roll on through on its patrol. Once it was perpendicular to their hiding spot under the trailer, they got up and rushed towards it, staying to its left and just behind the turret as it travelled. The tank was sheltering them from the searchlight atop the stronghold walls, and they were getting closer and closer to their entrance point. As the tank started to turn off on its patrol route, the two ODST’s broke from it’s cover, ran between two searchlights and made it to the base of the stronghold wall, and entered the compound.
Once inside they barred the door shut, moving quickly yet silently through long, dimly lit corridors. The two stopped every so often to orientate themselves on their objective. It took nearly an hour, but the two finally made it to the munitions storage with only having to kill two insurgents in close quarters.

The two immediately went to work with setting their two charges each throughout the room in strategic positions to clear the whole place out. Once set and all four charges linked to a single detonator, they made their way for the exit.
Logan was about to push the door open and scan the hallway when he teammate called out,
“Lamone, check this out.”
Logan turned and faced his teammate, “What?”
The other ODST was holding up a rocket launcher, “We could take out a few of the tanks, and then as the innie’s are scrambling to locate us, we blow this place, using the distraction and confusion to high-tail to the Rallypoint.”
Logan paused and shrugged, “Let’s do it.”

He rushed over and grabbed a rocket launcher as well, made sure it had two rounds in it and the two quickly made their way into the wall, and quietly up atop the stronghold walls.
As luck would have it, two tanks were about to cross paths with one another in their patrols. Taking every second of the opportunity that just presented itself, Logan quickly informed his team via comms what was going on, and then he and the other Rifleman took aim and let loose with their rockets. All four of the rockets soared towards the tanks. One of Logan's missed, but the other rang true, disabling the turret whilst the other two rockets from his teammates launcher took out the other tank completely.

Not wasting any time to watch further, the two tossed their rockets over the wall and rushed back inside the stronghold. It was maybe about ten seconds from the explosions to when the alarms started sounding. And it seems that the two ODST’s luck had run out.
A squad of Insurgents were standing outside the munitions room, they appeared to be some sort of EOD.
Without a second thought both rifleman raised their weapons and unloaded into the group, dropping all but one who was wounded and crawling. Logan's ODST teammate finished him off with his magnum and then opened the door to the munitions room to check on their handywork.

In his haste, the ODST didn’t take the time to clear the room before walking in, and just strolled into the room haphazardly… resulting in receiving a chest full of lead.
“No!”
Logan bounced back behind cover as his teammate fell back through the door in front of him. Logan quickly prepped a flash and tossed it into the room, rushing in after the explosion. Taking care to not hit the munitions, Logan dispatched the two blinded insurgents in the munitions storage easily. His mind going to the charges, he checked each one, they were still active and linked to the detonator.

Logan then rushed over to his comrade, now bleeding-out and leaning against the munitions storage wall,
“Shit-shit-shit. You’re gunna be okay man, we’ll get a Doc down here and-”
The other ODST put up his hand, and it looked like it took an immense amount of strength to do so. The ODST raised his other hand, the detonator in it and primed… Logan didn’t need any other explanation, the explosion would destroy his body and armor beyond recognition, thus not linking them to the scene… it’s how these types of missions ran, the dead were burned so no evidence was left behind.

Logan nodded and placed a hand on the ODST’s shoulder, giving him a headbutt, helmet to helmet as a show of thanks and absolute courage. And then stood and rushed off into the hallway without another word.
Five minutes later, as Logan was rushing across open ground to the tree-line, there was a massive explosion, and as he turned to face the stronghold he witnessed the place going up in flames.
Staring for only a second, mainly out of respect for his ODST Team mate, several other explosions started to rattle off as he made his way towards the team's rally point and extraction-zone, the other explosions signalling the rest of his team had completed their missions and would soon be joining him… that was a wrap, another black-ops mission for the history books… but who was he kidding? They were never here to begin with, such as it was for an ODST.


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From my buddy LT. Dan Taylor. I've been looking for a good community to relieve my halo dreams with. Hope this is it.

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