A/N , My first fic hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Halo only my characters and the plot.
Prologue: Contacts
Somewhere in the Gregorian system; approximately 30,000 light years from earth.
2300 hours, December 15, 2552(Military calendar). Aboard the Rising Sun.
Captain David Sorenson paced the bridge nervously; the order had come to evacuate an ONI research facility on the planet Hermes to a secure location. News had come that a covenant armada of colossal magnitude had been detected at the edges of the Corinthian system. All the outer colonies in the vicinity had been ordered to evacuate -so that they won't be caught in the middle of the battle that was to take place- and be resettled on the inner colonies.
"Captain, all civilians are boarded and we are set to go", chimed the voice of Talsamar the Rising Sun's artificial intelligence.
"Lieutenant?" Questioned the Captain.
"Engines at 110," said Lieutenant Corporal Damian Ross. "External sensors online, Weapons system online, Shields at 100 per cent, all systems normal ad ready to go."
"Good, proceed to coordinates .340.171, start velocity minimum fire outboard thrusters on port." Commanded Sorenson.
"Talsamar," said Sorenson, and the artificial intelligence appeared on the pedestal in his avatar, a roman soldier with his helmet under one hand, "Yes, Captain?"
"What is our status?" questioned Sorenson. "We are on code yellow alert, and orders are to return to base as fast as possible as our services are to be needed in the oncoming battle with the covenant." Replied Talsamar in his cybertronic monotone.
"Keep me informed on status, Lieutenant Kumar will take over for now." Captain Sorenson said. And a tall, dark-skinned Indian man with black hair walked up to the Captain and saluted, "Sir Yes, sir,"
Sorenson saluted back, "Any info about covenant or any incoming war stats send it to my PDA." Sorenson said as he walked off deck, "And Kumar..."
"Yes, sir?" responded the Lieutenant promptly.
"Relax son, t see you so uptight makes me wonder if you haven't got laid in a while." Said Sorenson, before walking past the bridge's sliding doors.
First Lieutenant Harry "Kip" Kumar, grinned to himself, he captain always had a way of making his crew feel at ease even at a very tense situation. Kip dragged his hand through his curly black hair, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully, he never thought at the time that he joint the navy that he would be in charge of a ship not to mention the fact a halcyon-class battle cruiser. He went through the events that had taken place in the past few days. First came the news of the sightings of a covenant fleet off the Cancerian system and the subsequent loss of transmissions from the mining planet Juniper, which was one of the main metal ore suppliers to the UNSC arms manufacturing plants on Reach and Earth.
The following day came the disastrous news of the loss off the UNSC Worchester, the ship that Kumar best friend Sergeant Sam Lakshan was stationed on, he had been devastated, the ping of his COM brought him back into reality.
"LT, this is Sergeant Thompson from the Hanger 5," said the voice through the Com, "Sir, we have a problem."
Sangheili Academy
Bright red flags adorned the walls of the academy, and a white armor-clad Sangheili warrior stood on a podium, in front of a crowd of newly graduated recruits. Behind him were two black armored Spec-ops Sangheili and a Silver-armored high council member with his red and gold armored honor guards.
Spec-ops Commander Rtas Vadumee surveyed the blue armored recruits standing to attention before him.
"Today as I stand here before you I am filled with a sense of pride, that now those Sangheili youth that joined the academy three years ago are no more, here before me stand the warriors of the glorious covenant, you are now responsible for your actions and let us all hope that you bring glory to the covenant and your place in the great journey will be distinct." Said the Commander, at the end of his speech a roar of agreeing Sangheili voices rang put in the audience.
The Supreme Commander grinned inwardly, I have a good feeling from this batch of soldiers, and I imagine that they will do the covenant proud.
"From to day you are no longer foolish children playing about and your mission in the covenant is to be taken seriously, you shall proceed with discipline, respect and honor. You have labored hard and have reaped the ultimate benefit, a place in the covenant, you shall stand tall and uphold our principles and bring glory to the great journey. Now let us honor the covenant by reciting the Writ of Union." Said the Spec ops Commander.
"So full of hate were our eyes
that none of us could see.
Our war would yield countless dead,
but never victory."
"So let us cast arms aside,
and like discard our wrath.
Thou, in faith, will keep us safe,
whilst we find the path."
"Now let us not keep you waiting for I know that you all are to be sent to your posts." Said the Commander "To the covenant," he said thumping his chest and walked off the podium.
Nimax Radom' watched as the supreme Commander left the podium that is what I want to be, thought the Minor, to be a war hero such as him. It is said that his headcount was huge.
He was woken from his day dreaming when his superior officer Major Kala Mormunee called, "Radom', Gurten' , Delom' to me."
Nimax and his squad brothers, Yana Gurten' and Sewa Delom' made their way through the crowd to the red armored Major.
"Well, well, well, look at what the unggoy dragged in," growled Mormunee at the new recruits as they stood before him. "Delom' I didn't know that the covenant needed another sniveling rich brat as yourself, and Gurten' I thought the covenant didn't need another wench and last but not least Radom' how is your father," taunted Mormunee, " Oh, I forgot he's dead isn't he. I t is just my luck to be stuck with a bunch of pathetic soldiers such as yourselves."
It too all of Nimax's strength to resist the urge to punch his superior, but he cursed Mormunee inwardly. He always took the time to taunt his inferiors, even when they were at the academy he constantly tortured the first – years. He never passed an opportunity to insult Sewa whose father was in the council and so Sewa had grown up in luxury and Yana who was tall and lanky which separated him from most of the muscled Sangheili this didn't make him less powerful but Nimax suspected that Kala tortured Yana because Yana had once beaten him in a race. Kala also never missed an opportunity to remind him that he never had a father, if only he knew thought Nimax to himself, Hs father was far from dead, no he was a high-ranking fleet master but he was in fact the bastard son of Fleet master Soha Cadomee and his mother. His existence was unknown to the fleet master.
Mormunee's Com buzzed to life, " Major Mormunee report to Hangar 5 ."
" Sorry wenches but I have to leave, you better board the Unassailable Faith and behave yourselves," sneered Mormunee and stalked off to the Hangars. It took all of Sewa's and Yana's strength to subdue Nimax from running after Kala and smashing his mandibles to pulp.
"Let me go," snarled Nimax and pushed aside his friend's hands, " On of these days I'm going to give him such a beating that not even his mother will be able to recognize him after I'm done with him."
"Let it go Nimax, Kala has it coming, I heard that his commanding officer is furious at him because he is constantly neglecting his duties, he has it coming to him," said Yana as he straightened his Helm. "We shouldn't mar this moment of our glory because of him. Look at ourselves brothers now we are warriors of he covenant, ha," He finished jovially.
"Yes you are correct, now come brothers, let us go to our station before that cur realizes that we aren't on the ship." Agreed Sewa and started to jog towards the hangers.
Aboard Rising Sun, Hanger 5
"I want a secure perimeter around those crates." Ordered Sergeant Adrian Thompson, gesturing to a crate that stood in one of the corners of Hangar 5. The crate kept shaking ominously, as if something was trying to get out of it.
Marines cocked heir rifles and pointed it at the crate, who knew what was in that crate, if the ONI was involved who knew what to expect. The hangar was supposed to be vacated by non-military personnel but most of the tech's and other support crew stood and watched from the sidelines.
A grey-haired man walked into the hangar, He wore the expression of someone who didn't want to be in these types of situations. As soon as he entered, everyone stood to attention and saluted (not the soldiers pointing theirs guns at the crate of course.). He walked upto Thompson, "At ease soldier, what is the situation?" asked Captain Sorenson gruffly.
"Sir, this here crate is not exactly inanimate." Replied Sergeant Thompson, unsure how to answer him. The Captain raised an eyebrow, "This way sir, you should see it for yourself," said Thompson walking towards the circle of soldiers around the said crate.
The crate was shaking and the captain asked Thompson without removing his eyes from the crate, "What was supposed to be in this crate?" , a marine moved closer to the Captain with his shotgun slung over his shoulder, " Medical supplies, sir." Answered the marine.
David Sorenson eyed the Marine and turned back to the Sergeant, "What do you propose we do Sergeant?"
"Sir, we could break open the crate and se what is inside." Replied Adrian. "If what ever it is hostile, we'll give'em lead."
I should have known that nothing good would come from dealing with the ONI, thought David to himself. "Do it"
"Okay dogs, you know what to do." Shouted Thompson to the marines.
Two marines moved upto the trembling crate with crowbars. Everyone in the hangar took an unconscious step backwards.
The crate broke open and what they saw shocked them.
"Jesus H. Christ," mumbled the Sergeant.
So what do you think, it's my first fic, pls review just need some pointers feel free to flame. Feedback is always appreciated