Author's Note: This was inspired after reading the book Halo: The Fall of
Reach. I loved the story and especially the space combat. The ground
battles were amazing to so I will probably write about them after this one
is finished. (If I finish it). Anyway R&R everyone! P.S This is my first
Halo fic but not my first fic.
P.P.S all this stuff really belongs to Microsoft and Eric Nylund and I'm just borrowing their source material. Just thought I'd bring that up.
0900 Hours, September 18, 2531 (military calendar) /
UNSC destroyer Orion, Wulpan sector, Archon star system,
high orbit above Archon
Lieutenant Wesley Foreman sat at his station on Orion, his fingers darting across the keyboard, eyes scanning the readouts. The bridge of Orion had monitors and screens on every wall monitoring the systems and output of the ship a metal rail ringed the raised platform behind the bridge crew's "brain cradle", as it was colloquially known. The cradle was merely the depression at the front of the ship just below the viewscreen. Wesley stared lazily at his own screen. His movements quick and focused were deceptive as to his true task. He was merely checking the output of the Orion's fusion reactor. Even so he was fast. As a navigational officer he prided himself on being the fastest pilot on a ship as large as a destroyer. He switched to the fore camera and the planet Archon sprang onto his screen. He looked on intently, trying so see how much detail he could make out on the planet's surface; it was a game he sometimes played when he wasn't busy. Wesley heard the door at the aft of the bridge hiss open. He glanced around to see commander Johnothan Quincy stride on deck. As was customary on the bridge none of the bridge crew was required to salute. Their duties sometimes left them with little time for such formalities. Commander Quincy observed the four junior lieutenants of his bridge crew at work with satisfaction; he walked to his chair and sat down. 'Sendai how is the reactor shakedown going?' he said to seemingly nobody. 'Sir, reactor shakedown is ninety percent complete and in Zulu cycle, completion in four minutes.' A disembodied female voice said. The ship's AI was reporting in. 'Thank you Sendai.' 'Your welcome commander.' Lieutenant Allison send a message to Admiral Cole's fleet, inform him we'll be arriving soon.' Said Quincy, turning his chair to face a young woman with blonde hair manning the COM. 'Aye sir.' She replied. 'Lieutenant Foreman, when the shakedown is complete please give us best speed for rally point Echo.' 'Aye sir.' Lieutenant Raker, weapons status?' 'Sir, MAC guns at zero percent charge, archer missile pods ready to fire, Shiva warheads prepped and ready. Also sir the 50mm guns are at 100% ammunition.' Quincy nodded in acknowledgement, Raker was a competent officer and Quincy trusted the man to do his duty without question. Lieutenant Wellard manned the ops post, a brilliant man; some people compared him to an AI. Quincy leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment before straightening back up and checking the small computer set into his armrest. 'Commander, reactor shakedown is complete, engines to full power.' Came the voice of Wesley as he started typing even faster than before. 'ETA fifteen minutes at full power.' The fifteen minutes passed uneventfully as the destroyer moved off from Archon and towards the nebula at rally point Echo. 'Sir, Echo rally point visible, approaching now.' Wesley reported. 'On screen.' Quincy ordered. The blank forward view screen activated to show the rally point. Seven ships hovered around the nav buoy that had been set up. A destroyer, a carrier, four frigates, a single massive cruiser, and now the Orion made up the group. 'Transmission from the cruiser sir, ship-wide, audio only.' Lieutenant Allison reported. 'Patch it through.' A voice came through the speakers. 'This is Captain Garland of the UNSC cruiser Epsilon, all ships begin warming Shaw-Fujikawa generators and prepare to enter slipstream space on my mark.' The transmission cut out. 'You heard him lieutenant Wellard, begin powering up the generators.' 'Aye sir.' Came Wellard's reply as he began tapping away at his console. Moments later a ping sounded through the bridge speakers as a signal for the jump was given. Light swirled and altered as the ships were sucked into the alternate dimension. Moments later the whirl of activity stopped and space was quiet again. Not a sign remained of their passing.
P.P.S all this stuff really belongs to Microsoft and Eric Nylund and I'm just borrowing their source material. Just thought I'd bring that up.
0900 Hours, September 18, 2531 (military calendar) /
UNSC destroyer Orion, Wulpan sector, Archon star system,
high orbit above Archon
Lieutenant Wesley Foreman sat at his station on Orion, his fingers darting across the keyboard, eyes scanning the readouts. The bridge of Orion had monitors and screens on every wall monitoring the systems and output of the ship a metal rail ringed the raised platform behind the bridge crew's "brain cradle", as it was colloquially known. The cradle was merely the depression at the front of the ship just below the viewscreen. Wesley stared lazily at his own screen. His movements quick and focused were deceptive as to his true task. He was merely checking the output of the Orion's fusion reactor. Even so he was fast. As a navigational officer he prided himself on being the fastest pilot on a ship as large as a destroyer. He switched to the fore camera and the planet Archon sprang onto his screen. He looked on intently, trying so see how much detail he could make out on the planet's surface; it was a game he sometimes played when he wasn't busy. Wesley heard the door at the aft of the bridge hiss open. He glanced around to see commander Johnothan Quincy stride on deck. As was customary on the bridge none of the bridge crew was required to salute. Their duties sometimes left them with little time for such formalities. Commander Quincy observed the four junior lieutenants of his bridge crew at work with satisfaction; he walked to his chair and sat down. 'Sendai how is the reactor shakedown going?' he said to seemingly nobody. 'Sir, reactor shakedown is ninety percent complete and in Zulu cycle, completion in four minutes.' A disembodied female voice said. The ship's AI was reporting in. 'Thank you Sendai.' 'Your welcome commander.' Lieutenant Allison send a message to Admiral Cole's fleet, inform him we'll be arriving soon.' Said Quincy, turning his chair to face a young woman with blonde hair manning the COM. 'Aye sir.' She replied. 'Lieutenant Foreman, when the shakedown is complete please give us best speed for rally point Echo.' 'Aye sir.' Lieutenant Raker, weapons status?' 'Sir, MAC guns at zero percent charge, archer missile pods ready to fire, Shiva warheads prepped and ready. Also sir the 50mm guns are at 100% ammunition.' Quincy nodded in acknowledgement, Raker was a competent officer and Quincy trusted the man to do his duty without question. Lieutenant Wellard manned the ops post, a brilliant man; some people compared him to an AI. Quincy leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment before straightening back up and checking the small computer set into his armrest. 'Commander, reactor shakedown is complete, engines to full power.' Came the voice of Wesley as he started typing even faster than before. 'ETA fifteen minutes at full power.' The fifteen minutes passed uneventfully as the destroyer moved off from Archon and towards the nebula at rally point Echo. 'Sir, Echo rally point visible, approaching now.' Wesley reported. 'On screen.' Quincy ordered. The blank forward view screen activated to show the rally point. Seven ships hovered around the nav buoy that had been set up. A destroyer, a carrier, four frigates, a single massive cruiser, and now the Orion made up the group. 'Transmission from the cruiser sir, ship-wide, audio only.' Lieutenant Allison reported. 'Patch it through.' A voice came through the speakers. 'This is Captain Garland of the UNSC cruiser Epsilon, all ships begin warming Shaw-Fujikawa generators and prepare to enter slipstream space on my mark.' The transmission cut out. 'You heard him lieutenant Wellard, begin powering up the generators.' 'Aye sir.' Came Wellard's reply as he began tapping away at his console. Moments later a ping sounded through the bridge speakers as a signal for the jump was given. Light swirled and altered as the ships were sucked into the alternate dimension. Moments later the whirl of activity stopped and space was quiet again. Not a sign remained of their passing.