Project: Orbital Drop Shock Troopers (ODST)
Nickname: Helljumpers
Insignia: An orbital drop pod and a flaming skull, with the letters 'ODST'.
Date of Establishment: March 5, 2008.
Description:
At the request of the Olympus Board of Directors, the strongest and most elite Soldiers were selected from all Marines belonging to Umbrella.
Helljumpers are required to 'drop' from low Earth orbit using drop pods.
Therefore, the training program for Helljumpers is extremely rigorous, designed to help them endure the vertigo caused by the rapid descent of the drop pods and the shock of impact upon landing.
The unit's specialty is speed.
Once Project Heading for Dawn is fully launched, Helljumpers, in coordination with warships, can reach any corner of the World within ten to fifteen minutes.
They can immediately assist Agents who discover anomalies, or provide rapid support to the UBCS and Mobile Task Force responsible for containment.
Individual Equipment:
The ODST individual combat system, developed by the Hive research team based on AAES.
While reducing costs and defensive capabilities, it ensures airtightness and features pressure and temperature regulation, though it can only sustain life in a vacuum for fifteen minutes.
Firearms include the Marine Corps' M41A and M56, and a few elite snipers are equipped with the expensive gauss sniper rifle.
Projected Personnel Composition:
Each paris-class heavy frigate carries 64 Helljumpers.
The fire spirit heavy support ship carries 1,200 Helljumpers.
Recruitment Procedure:
Personally selected and trained by Lieutenant General Mike ODonahue, with headquarters located at Troy Base on the outskirts of Halifax.
Note: This project was proposed by William Russell and developed and perfected by the intelligent artificial intelligence Serana.
Time: March 8, 2008.
Location: 10,000 meters above the Indian Ocean.
Two pitch-black F-X aircraft, with the red and white Umbrella logo printed on the side of their bellies, were escorting a dark 'behemoth' flying rapidly toward the east.
This behemoth was none other than William's original private jet, an A380.
However, it had been modified by Umbrella's arsenal from head to toe; apart from its exterior resemblance to an A380, it no longer possessed any Airbus technology.
Equipped with hydrogen engines, its speed could not compare to the F-X or the pelican, but it was faster and had better defense compared to the Um-255.
This aircraft currently had no designation or name; it was merely William's transport vehicle within Earth, and the formation's destination was Minos.
As Halsey had anticipated, the physical fitness and condition of the fourteen Spartans had reached their optimal levels this month.
This meant the day of the surgery had arrived.
After flying for a while, the formation began to descend, descending until the azure sea appeared in their field of vision, along with Minos in the distance.
The virgin forest that had originally been preserved on the island had been cleared away, replaced by several giant factories over two hundred meters long and over fifty meters wide.
As well as a military airfield capable of accommodating large transport aircraft.
Minos was now a giant island of steel, a World of difference from its previous appearance, which would have been mistaken for a vacation island if not looked at closely.
After all, the God-Making Project required space and vast amounts of raw materials, and since the Spartan training had long been completed, Minos had been thoroughly renovated by Umbrella's Engineering Team.
Soon, the formation landed on the airfield one by one under the guidance of the control tower.
After parking, William led the Alphas off the private jet and took the railway train system built on the island to the Base complex on the west coast.
Local Time: 11:34.
Inside a private compartment of the train carriage;
It had a comfortable sofa, and on the low table sat a fruit platter and a glass filled with whiskey and ice.
William, dressed in casual clothes, jeans, and a white shirt, was lying on the sofa with his legs crossed.
Serana's chip was also placed on the low table, her holographic body emitting a faint glow, seemingly handling company affairs.
William gazed out the train window at the tropical scenery, enjoying the cool breeze from the air conditioning, then picked up the glass and took a sip.
Comfortable.
But at the thought that a Spartan might die during the augmentation surgery, his mood became slightly heavy, and he said calmly:
'Serana, predict the success rate of the Spartans surviving the surgery.'
Hearing this, Serana turned to face William and said:
'Boss, according to existing data, the success rate of the surgery is approximately eighty-six percent.'
'Eighty-six, huh? Hmm, I see.'
William was reasonably satisfied with this number.
One must know that the vast majority of the t-virus and vaccines produced by Umbrella were used on the young Spartans; if the success rate were not above eighty percent, William would be the one surprised.
'Boss, we are about to arrive at the station.'
'Good.'
William placed the glass on the low table, picked up Serana's chip and put it into his shirt pocket, then got up and left the compartment.
The train soon arrived at the Base complex on the west coast from the airport, unloaded the 'passengers,' and then sped away to resume its transport service for Minos.
William, Hank, and the other Alphas got off and headed familiarly toward the largest building in the Base complex—Halsey's research center.
Time: 11:56.
There were four minutes left until the official surgery.
The surgery environment was a sterile room with fourteen operating tables, each with a robotic arm above it responsible for performing the surgery.
At the entrance of the disinfection passage on the south side, there was a giant glass wall so that Halsey and William could observe the condition of the Spartans during the surgery with their own eyes.
At this moment, a group of Spartans were wearing only black shorts or tube tops to cover their private parts.
On average thirteen years old, their body proportions and muscle definition were visually aesthetic.
However, their expressions were mostly solemn.
Even if the young Spartans were innocent, they knew that such a major physical enhancement surgery certainly carried the risk of death or disability.
The truth could not be hidden.
However, the Spartans, who had participated in two large-scale combat operations, did not show a hint of fear or timidity.
Because they represented humanity's highest combat power and also represented humanity's final hope.
Cowardice had long been cast to the back of their minds.
Aside from the Blue Team summoned by William, the members of the Red Team were also here.
Number Nine, Jerome, had a resolute and calm face, and the temperament he displayed was no different from John's—a typical squad leader.
Number One, Alice, had natural red hair and a beautiful face and figure; it was hard to imagine that her role in the Red Team was heavy firepower.
Number Two, Douglas, had a physique comparable to Myron's; he was sturdy, giving people the impression of a tough guy the moment they saw him.
The Red Team and all the Spartans stood in front of the glass window in standard military posture with their hands behind their backs according to their numbers, receiving the scrutiny and blessings of William and Dr. Halsey.
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