Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20150423015312/@comment-24852191-20150506033508

Lt. Hanchel: We are nearing our destination.

Me: Thank you, Lt. Hanchel.


 * I press the button on my chair, again, and the boson's whistle sounds.

Me: All hands, battle stations. Resume Combat Alert: Alpha. All marines and ODSTs, stand by for ground assault.


 * I get up and give Lost a reassuring look. I walk out of the bridge and to the armory. There I put on a shock absorbent suit. Then, I am fitted with my armor, "Trojan". This raises my height to 6ft 8in. It was created by my father.


 * During the process, I think to myself. Are we going to survive this? Are my troops ready for this? Why did I give Lost that look. Was it to give him hope? So he wouldn't die without it? That even with the forces we have, there is no way for survival? I certainly hope that he has something up his sleve.


 * Of all this, one thing gets stuck in my head. We will win. Then, the "Trojan" helmet is lowered onto my head and the HUD flickers to life. Then, another thought comes in. We have to win.