The Entire comic of DogTag Origins

It took an entire month and some heartbreak (page 7 being corrupted and having to start over again.)

But I’m extremely proud of how the pages turned out especially my go at trying to do lighting for the pages it was definitely something new!

Anyways as you can tell by now the ODST (name Gunnery Sergeant Louis Darby.) saved Wasp when she was just a child on the planet of Nesoi, he took care of her for 3 days (Nesoi’s day is 17 hours long.) while getting her to a evacuation station.

That was the last time he saw her and her him. But he left an enormous impression on the young Wasp, she wanted to make something of herself, she aspired to be like the man who saved her and was kind to her while her home turned into a crematory. Even at 6 years old Wasp wanted to become an ODST when she reached the allowed age to join the UNSC forces in the fight against the Covenant. But her thought out future was changed when months later ONI agents collected Wasp and offered a position in the SPARTAN III Program. She accepted the offer.

When she became apart of Fire Team Quiver years later she modeled herself after ODSTs as much as possible, ODST helmet, gear such as combat knives and other tools ODSTs always keep. But after 2545 a major moment in her life and that of Fire Team Quiver she realized she wasn’t an ODST, she never will or ever could be an ODST she was something more and she needed to strive to be what she was…. a SPARTAN.
Her old ODST gear, irreparably damaged from combat she adopted the standard MJOLNIR of Spartans.

Years after the end of the war with Fire Team Quiver now apart of the SPARTAN IV Program, Wasp saw that on board the UNSC Infinity was a man with the same name, blood type, birthdate and other information as the ODST who gave her his dog tags. Louis Darby had survived the war and was stationed on the UNSC Infinity and now the team lead of ODSTs. She has anxiety on whether to meet him, to show how much he meant to her and how he influenced her in her life. Her fellow team members encouraged her to meet him and so she did.
Wasp gave back Louis his dogtags as a sign of thanks and that she had made it in her own eyes.

  • Staff Sergeant Johnson:Men, we led those dumb bugs out to the middle of nowhere to keep 'em from getting their filthy claws on Earth. But, we stumbled onto something they're so hot for, that they're scrambling over each other to get it. Now I don't care if it's God's own anti-son-of-a-bitch machine or a giant hula-hoop; We're not gonna let them have it! What we will let them have is a belly full of lead and a pool of their own blood to drown in! Am I right Marines?!
  • UNSC Marines:Sir, yes sir!
  • Staff Sergeant Johnson:Mmm-mmm! Damn right I am! Now move it out, double-time!

phantomhiveraven asked:


Random UNSC Marine from Halo

Pvt. Nicole White knows she is going to die, and at the moment, she weighs her choices.  Sit the battle out and bleed like a stuck pig looking like a coward, or go in, guns blazing, and probably still bleed out.  Neither option seemed hopeful for her survival.  In her hands, she held a battle rifle, two magazines left in her ammo pouch, and hell if she was prepared for this.  Barely out of boot camp, back to back with a Spartan knee-deep in Sangelli bastards with the entirety of her squadmates routed.

      There’s more blood on her from others than of her own.
      She’s a PAO–public affairs officer–a position UNSC had
      sworn would encounter little action, and yet she was merely
      alive through her own cowardice. Hid behind a fucking rock to
      catch some rack before the firefight started and the Covenant
      glassed the entire division.

“We’re not gonna fuckin’ die out here, are we, Sir?” It’s spoken on a bloodied tongue and mucus-filled lungs.  Screw regulation, she’s a solider with not much time and not much ammo, and she barely has enough time to watch her bullet blow the heads off a couple of grunts before she reloads.

The Spartan doesn’t look at her when he replies, slaps another magazine into his assault rifle before he hits three elites in a spray of dark blue.

“Not if I can help it. Just take them out one at a time, Private.”

Her ears ring of gunfire, and she shouts the next words.

“Shall I call for backup, Sir? Transmitter’s runnin’ low on charge, but think I can get some juice to make a call to the LZ!”

“Negative.” Her head whips around, and she feels plasma scorch her cheek.  “I am the backup.”

Her blood runs cold.

She feels her heart between her ears.

Oh yes, today, Pvt. Nicole White knows she is going to die.

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