Something had been wrong with the drop. This planet was supposed to be mostly desert and small villages. Why had there been a city? Then we hit. Ripped into civilians in their office buildings. The news called it the terrorist attack on Odin. We were branded outlaws after that, our whole fleet was. The Admiral didn't even bother to pick us up from the planet. He wanted to run with his tail between his legs before the hunter-killers and pirate hunters showed up. That means we were alone, considered outlaws in a now abandoned city. It has been three days since the news picked it up. Two weeks since the landing. Those had been hard weeks, the civilians ran, some shot at us. They were scared of us. Like we had been demons come to haunt them and kill their friends. It wasn't our fault. Something was wrong with where we jumped. We all had different ideas, hackers, the Admiral being a terrorist and everything you could imagine. You would think two weeks would be a long time but when you are scouring for food in a ghost town the days seem to go by like hours. We weren't sure at first how the situation would be delt with. Whether it would be swept under the carpet like many things or whether it would go public. We hoped for the first. The first would keep us in the jobs we had trained for our whole lives. However, the radio had boomed out the news about the "Attack on Odin" and how we were all responsible for the ones who had died. If only the Media didn't pick it up. We also heard that the Extermination squads would be coming in soon. We had to either, surrender, fight back or hide. Our whole squad wanted a different outcome. I just wanted to live. "We are O.D.S.T. We work for the U.N.S.C. we should surrender and then explain what happened. What do you guys think?" I gulped as I said it. I didn't know if they were going to pummel into the ground. We had already been branded as outlaws.