A/N: My Dad and I were watching Battle LA a few months ago, and a few days ago I came up with this. Hope you like it. but keep in mind this is an experimental fanfiction, it may not go anywhere.
Introduction
August, 30, 2061
It has been fifty years since the aliens first attacked earth, and were driven back, and during that time, they tried once more, thirteen years ago, now, human scientists have tracked them back to their home planet. It was ravaged and industrialized, leading the scientists to dub the aliens, the Ravagers. Now, using technology developed from studying the destroyed alien ships, the newly formed, United Earth Nations, has built a fleet of twenty-two ships, for interstellar travel.
Seven carrier class ships were built in space, and readied for immediate launch, fifteen small 'frigates' were also created to act as escorts. Each of the seven UEN interstellar carriers could hold up to four thousand soldiers and whatever armor support, ammo supplies and air vehicles needed for a large Campagin.
On August 30 2062, over thirty-three thousand UEN soldiers were loaded onto the ships, along with seven thousand five hundred naval personnel. Because, in the wake of the second attack, the human leaders saw it as an act of war upon the human race, and now it was time to strike back.
The UEN first fleet launched toward the planet, it would be a nine month journey going at light speed, the soldiers and most of the naval personnel were put into a stasis using gasses, cryo and zero gee. The crew that wasn't put into stasis rotated with other crewmembers in and out of stasis throughout the journey.
Chapter 1: Arrival
"Admiral Malcolm, report to the bridge, arriving at destination in two hours, beginning slow down procedure.". Franklin Malcolm rolled out of his cot and stood, he groaned and made his way to the bridge, located four hatches up, the ship lurched as the onboard computer initiated the slowdown.
"Morning Admiral, all systems green, shall I wake the rest of the crew?". Asked Captain Bourdeaux before Malcolm even looked up.
"Yes, wake the crew, and have all weapons ready to fire ASAP.".
"Will do sir.". Bordeaux tapped a few commands into his console, Malcolm floated over to his chair and strapped himself in, the bridge of the UES 'Atlantis' was located, like all UEN ships, in the forward rotational hub, which was deactivated at present, but had been active thirty seconds ago, a diagram appeared on the main screen, it showed the Atlantis slowly creating opposite inertia by generating micro black holes several kilometers off the stern, the rest of the ships were following suit.
"Weapons, what's the status?". The young ensign turned in his chair.
"Sir, main Railgun is operational, and all four turrets are online, all ninety missile launch and loading tubes are hot.".
"Good, ready to fire the instant we slow to interplanetary velocities, just in case.".
"Yes sir!". The bridge crew tensed, this would be one of the hardest parts of the voyage, if the Ravagers were waiting for them, then the would sustain losses, possibly crippling ones, but if they could sneak into the Ravager 'Alpha' system, then they still had the element of surprise for the assault on the planet.
"Computer, ETA to planet Alpha?".
"Two hours, ten minutes.". Replied the computer.
"Captain, Wake the troops, and get them combat ready!". Yelled Malcolm "Yes sir!". Replied Bordeaux
Stasis pod bay sixteen, aboard the UES Atlantis.
UEN lance corporeal Neil Jackson was floating in a state of blissful darkness when a spike of light shattered it, his eyes cracked open and he blinked several times, a medical officer stood over him, Neil tried to inhale but found his lungs filled with a cold phlegm, he coughed vigorously until he could breath again, a small vacuum sucked away the spittle and phlegm, and a small locker opened to his left, inside was an Armored Combat EVA mark six suit. (AC-EVAmk6) He tried to move but realized he was wrapped in a cocoon of plastic like substance, he bit a hole in it and cool air rushed over his bare arms and legs as he tore it open, after a minute the plastic stuff was balled up by his feet, the medic officer kneeled down and pressed a button, his voice crackled over a speaker.
"Can you tell me your name?".
"Neil Jackson.".
"Good, age?".
"Twenty-five.".
"Serial number?".
"6492-1948-395BK.".
"Good, grab your suit and get dressed once the showers are finished.". Before Neil could say anything the man had moved on, three nozzles popped out of the sides of his pod, and began coating him with a soapy substance, which tingled and bubbled into nothingness after a few seconds, his door hissed open and he grabbed the suit and gear.
After donning his AC-EVAmk6, Neil fell into line with a group of other soldiers who were floating towards the armory. Several reports echoed through the ships speakers, a few were about men and women who died while being woken.
Neil armed himself with a TP-558 assault rifle, a rifle that compressed a lot of thermal energy around the bullets and then fired them out using a small linear accelerator, standard issue for the Exeditionary Assault Fleet. He also grabbed a TP-G19 pistol, along with a combat load of grenades and ammo.
He floated over and "sat" down in his pod again, there were hundreds of other soldiers doing the same thing, waiting for the call to move out.
Bridge, UES Atlantis,
"Admiral, Ravager frigate configuration spotted!". Called the sensor operator, she tapped a section of her screen and an image resolved into what looked like, and was, at least twelve dozen Ravager drones linked together to form a frigate sized machine. "Weapons, fire our Railgun turrets as well as the main gun!". The man on the console nodded and input the firing coordinates, the turrets and the main gun were aimed at the alien ship. With a crimson flash the main gun fired, the triple round burst struck and rippled the formation, and the turret fire prevented the drones from dispersing, a group of three HE tactical missiles weaved themselves into the middle of the formation and detonated, shattering the remaining coherency, the drones spun and smashed into each other, it was over in a matter of minutes, and the EAF moved on, only thirty minutes to the planet.
"All soldiers, report to your landing craft, repeat, all soldiers report to your landing craft!".
Lander bay Beta, UES Atlantis,
Neil floated over a bar and pulled his way into his platoons landing craft, to him it looked like a cross between an APC, an Osprey and a bus. He pushed himself into the troop bay and strapped himself in, there were sixty nine other soldiers inside, and every one of them was armed to the teeth. Now they waited to launch.
Bridge,
Malcolm stood on the bridge, watching as the remains of three Ravager cruisers drifted away, he also watched the planet as the first five of thirty non-nuclear super bombs was launched towards the planet. Seconds later three small suns blossomed on the surface, thirty bombs had been shot down, each bomb was targeted at an area where there was major industrial emissions and power concentrations The EMP burst from the bombs should shut down the antiaircraft defenses that would most likely be in place for the ten minutes required for the landing craft to get to the planet and unload their troops. "All Landers Except for squadrons five through seven launch immediately!". He studied the biometric scans, the atmosphere was filled with chemicals, if a human breathed this stuff, they would die in just over three minutes, so every marine and naval officer wore a suit which had filters to generate breathable air.
2Lander 369-4
There was a loud clank and everyone was pressed back in their seats when the lander detached from it's mooring and launched, the planet loomed ahead, and the landers streamed from the UEN ships, five thousand troops were being kept behind for a relief force once the main group had taken key points in the largest city which thy guessed was the capital.
The platoon commander cleared his throat.
"Okay, you all know the drill, get off this tub and secure the area, kill anything that isn't human, and clear the area for more landers, are we clear!" there was a chorus of 'sir yes sir's and the soldiers loaded their weapons, sealed their helmets and checked to make sure the filters were working, the pilot activated a small timer, counting down from three minutes.
"Prepare to unload!" called the pilot, and the lights turned red. Suddenly the ship was hit by something, it rocked violently and the pilot swore. "Damn, some of their AA guns are operational!". Neil gripped his rifle tighter, outside, thumps reverberated the hull, the counter ticked down to ten seconds and the ship leveled out.
The light flipped to green, and everyone slapped their harness release buttons, stood and rushed out when the hatch dropped. Their lander had also carried a small, two-man armored jeep with a gatling turret, the first two soldiers jumped in, one aimed the turret, the other provided support. Several Ravagers appeared on the tops of wrecked structures and in the spaces between them, Neil sighted through his scope and squeezed the trigger. "Contact left!". He cried, his gun barked five times, and one alien threw up it's arms and fell, water spurting out of the chest punctures.
The rest of the platoon began to fire, heated bullets and thermal lasers slashed through the air, one man in the jeep was hit twice, but the woman riding shotgun took over the turret, she played the barrel across the tops of buildings, the high velocity rounds tore Ravagers in half.
Someone called out for support on the left flank, but when Neil turned, the private was vaporized by a small walker's thermal cluster rockets. Neil fired at the two Ravagers manning the walker like a turret, the first stumbled backwards as it's body was peppered with rounds, but the second took cover behind the walker.
"Gatling! Heavy contact, your six!" Neil yelled over the radio, the woman jerked the joystick and the turret swiveled around, and fired, the rounds tore the machine in half, the alien was caught in the torrent of hot metal and died quickly.
"Secure the area, bravo squad, east buildings, delta, west, gamma, south, everyone else clear this area for more landers!". Called the platoon commander, Major Summers.
Neil jogged toward a cluster of cylindrical buildings with ten other marines, they spent the next two hours rooting through them and driving out Ravager resistance. When they were relatively sure that all the hostiles had been driven out or eliminated, they contacted a landed which had not been able to land, within three hours they had a small CP with adequate defenses and over one hundred and twenty men.
"How are our forces doing?". Summers asked Major Wallace, who shrugged, they both stared at the flat screen table with red and green dots all over it.
"Out forces in the western areas are taking a heavy beating but are managing to push forward, CPs are popping up quickly, and the FOB will be set up once we take this open area in the east.". Wallace pointed to a section of the city that was barren, a few metal buildings marked the edges but it was completely open, perfect for a few hundred, or even thousand marines and their vehicles and equipment. "Good, in the meantime, I need to establish contact with whoever is in charge.". "That would be General Gehrig, his CP is this one.". Wallace pointed to a slightly larger cluster of marines, Summers nodded, turned to the comm system and punched in a code. A few seconds passed. "Get me general Gehrig.". He Waited for a momen as the woman on the other end passed the headset over and the General, who requested a situation report. "Yes sir, seventh platoon has taken LZ five-fifty, yes sir, will do, sir.". He placed the headset on the table.
"We are to assist an assault on what our leaders think is a factory, a detatchment of twelfth platoon, foxtrot company, has run into heavy resistance, and if that building isn't taken, them we might have to deal with an enemy that could build machines on our doorstep.". Wallace nodded and stepped back. "I'll send a few squads.". And he walked into the airlock, put his helmet on, and sealed it.
Neil was sitting with his squad and members of another, when Major Wallace approached them, there were also about twelve other marines following him. "I need you marines to mount up in those transports, Foxtrot company is in need of help assaulting a factory,
move!". They all piled into the HATATV-538 (Heavy All Terrain Assault Transport Vehicle), which was essentially an armored, topless and armed bus suspended two meters above the ground with treads on thick armored legs.
They took off and practically floated over most rubble, several Ravagers were seen exchanging fire with Marines, and one of the younger marines, Dennis, leaned forward so he could be heard. "How long do you think it'll be before their Drones get back in the sky?". Another marine, a veteran of the invasion of shanghai, spoke up. "Probably in a few hours, but don't go asking questions like that, it's bad luck.". Dennis was about to respond with something witty when his head exploded. Everyone reacted instantly, sighting around and searching for the shooter, but what they found was that the vehicles had stumbled onto the battle for the factory sooner than expected, the foxtrot marines were pinned by a trio of mini cannon walkers and six dozen Ravager soldiers slowly moving towards the twenty marines that sat huddled behind cover.
"Let's move marines!". Called Neil's captain, Max Vighn. The soldiers jumped off and moved through the rubble towards Foxtrot.
A/N: That will be the end of chapter one, it bears prety much no resemblance to Battle LA in terms of plot or characters, the aliens are the same and so is their tech, please review and let me know what you think.