Callsign: Boot
Race: Human (ODST)
Damage: 100
Inventory: M7S Caseless Submachine Gun, M6C/SOCOM, Combat Knife
Rank: Petty Officer Second Class
Squad: Spearpoint
Without much thought Rodriguez slipped into the cockpit, still hearing the gunshots in the distance as the Spartan kept Covenant soldiers at bay. He paid no regards to the corpses of pilot and co-pilot that has been strapped down in the troop-bay. The man does a very rough sweep of the transport but his eyes dart at the controls of the Pelican. He has only very basic training that was little more than a training for an emergency in case a ships pilot, just like now, had been disabled. Luckily the Spartans might now more about piloting the transport so he wouldn't have to actually fly the ship. He drops the submachine gun on the copilots seat and takes the pilots seat himself, looking over the readouts, checking the status of the engines and weapons. Unfortunately the chin-mounted auto-cannon had been destroyed upon impact, but the missile pods were still in a good condition.
"Rodriguez to one to three. The Pelican is ready for lift-off." While the drive were heating up from their stand-by Rodriguez grabbed his weapon from the seat and ran back outside through the troop-bay, stopping just at the edge and to defend the position if some Covenant bastards would make it through.