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By the time the Pelicans had deposited their load of recruits into the tall, dense forest of Reach, Csodaszarvas had made itself known, dominating over the far mountain range that partially concealed the titanic cosmic body. In Hungarian mythos, Csodaszarvas was a central figure in legend regarding the origin of the Hungarian people. According to ancient stories, Csodaszarvas was pursued by a pair of hunters, Hunor and Magor, but the Miraculous Deer always stayed ahead of the hunters, far out of their reach. Aaron knew a miracle was exactly what the recruits would need if they had any hope of actually passing this little test. Aaron knees were shaking as he and the rest of his squad piled out of their Pelican and into the clearing. He wondered if the Staff Sergeant would give them a head start before he released the hunters, of if they would be dodging tactical training rounds right from the get go. Aaron supposed the latter would better represent a FUBAR situation where the recruits needed haul their asses out of there.

Aaron's palm sweated on the grip of his MA5C rifle and his throat was cotton-dry. He tugged at his CH252's chin strap nervously. He did his best to stay calm, but judging from the nonstop thundering in his chest, he wasn't doing that well. ODSTs? How the hell were they supposed to win? It was like pitting a kitten against a mountain lion. And they needed fifteen to "survie" to pass? He'd consider it a miracle if anyone managed to make it back in one piece. The recruit exhaled in temporary relief as the Sergeant named off the last of the squad leaders. He was glad he wasn't picked as a squad lead; he'd be terrible at it. He could barely hold his rifle straight and he nearly keeled over during the last PT run. People don't want the weakest link as their leader. Aaron really regretted not visiting the gym more often before he enlisted. Now, a new question emerged. Whose squad was he in? Each squad would have eleven recruits, except for the one that would have twelve. Aaron peered down the line of forty-four recruits, noting the squad leaders espeically. He wasn't really familiar with any of them. It's not like any of them had been in training for that long. Really, to drop this challenge on the recruits seemed almost cruel. Aaron was almost sure they weren't supposed to win. Perhaps this exercise would be repeated over the course of their training to test how far they've come. He hoped that was the case. There wasn't much shame in expected failure.

((Disregard that line where it says "Andrew" instead of "Aaron". Saw that there was another character named Andrew so I changed the name, but obviously missed one instance.))

Name: Aaron Szürke Age: 18 Physical Appearance: 5'10, dark hair, dark eyes, slightly tan skin, average build. Rank: Recruit Uniform: Olive Drab Battle Dress Uniform Birthplace: Reach - New Alexandria Personality: Passive and willing to learn. Background: Aaron never really thought much of what he'd do after Secondary/High School. After hearing from friends and family that many of his former classmates and close friends had enlisted with the UNSCDF, and were shipping off to training camps across the planet, Aaron couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt in him. They were the same age as him, and they were willing to lay their lives on the line, even knowing that the Covenant were out there somewhere. Andrew was never one for taking risk, hell, he had never been in a fight before, but the knowledge that his friends would be out there fighting for their home eventually became too much. He may not be out there with them, but at least he could help make sure they had a home to come back to. Skills: Familiar ENOUGH with firearms to shoot and reload them. Not much beyond that.