Just want to say, that this is my first attempt at fanfiction. Keep that in mind while reading. And maybe give me some pointers in the review section if you can.
i dont own halo or any other franchise that I will use in this story.
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Joint Human – Separatist Outpost 327-B5
The sirens wailed as thousands of civilians, human and alien, ran to the safety of the city center. The attack was sudden and decisive. The Brute fleet managed to exit slipspace in the outer atmosphere, completely bypassing the defense fleet and Orbital Defense Platforms (ODP) in orbit entirely. And now with their ships positioned over the main city defense fleet and ODP's couldn't attack from orbit or risk collateral damage and high amounts of civilian deaths.
Marine Corporal Alex Nash could only watch in horror as wave after wave of refuges poured past the checkpoint into the city center. From her sniper nest in a decrepit old book store she simply watched. They had lost their homes, friends, and loved ones. Human colonists who had tried to make a fresh start at the edge of UNSC space, and Separatist colonists who simply wanted to atone for the sins of their fathers and work hand in hand with humans.
She griped her sniper rifle and zoomed into the horizon past the buildings. Brute ships had begun to glass the outer city. There ships shooting death and destruction to any and all who were caught in the brilliant beams of death.
"Hay!" a high squeaky voice called out from behind her. She lowered her rifle and turned her head to see her Unggoy spotter Yipa. Yipa wasn't part of the UNSC or Separatist armed forces. But he was a Corporal in the planetary militia. And when the attack began, they were somehow paired together.
"Please don't sneak up on me like that", she walked over to him, "even if most of your people are on our side, there are quite a few still with the bad guys."
He walked past her to the windowsill and took out a binocular, "that's your problem, not mine", he said calmly in his high squeaky voice. Unlike most Unggoy, who tended to be submissive and recessive, he was a 'tomboy', so to speak, of his kind.
A pelican roared overhead in the direction of the outer parts of the city, most likely to save as many civilians as they can from being butchered in the streets. She saw Yipa take interest in a particular group of refuges passing through the checkpoint. It was an Unggoy family, five of them, holding hands so they don't get separated in the crowd. One looked to be carrying a suitcase. Probably was packed with everything that had left.
"Is your family?" she began.
"Dead", he said calmly. The roar of plasma fire echoed in the distance, "I think something bad is about to happen. Take aim down the center of the street", he ordered.
City Outskirts
"Keep firing, Keep firing!" Sargent Kevin Striker of the 3rd Advance Recon Battalion yelled to his troops as more and more Brutes inched closer and closer to the barricade. Out of the original 42 defenders, only 12 remained.
Surviving marines, along with axillaries from the planetary militia, ducked behind the sandbag barricade to escape Brute fire. Plasma and bullets filled the air. Death was a constant occurrence on both sides. But it seemed that as one Brute fell, two more took its place. Sargent Striker watched a plasma round slammed into the face of one of the marines and took his head clean off.
"Dam it!" he cursed as he reached for his radio, "this is Echo 17, to base", he yelled into it so his voice was heard over the sounds of battle, "we have protected and evacuated all civilians in the area, requesting immediate evac."
A plasma grenade exploded behind him as the radio came to life, "Echo 17, we are currently stretched to the breaking point, as soon as something's cleared up-".
"Your fucking kidding me!" he yelled as a trio of marines sent lead from there assault rifles into a charging Brute, who dropped dead before reaching the barricade.
"Sorry Echo 17, but there's nothing-", the voice stopped for a moment, "Echo 17, pelican inbound. ETA 2 minutes."
"Roger, Echo 17 out!" he cut the connection. He turned to his remaining bloodied and tired men, "pelican inbound, ETA 2 minutes!"
Orbit
UNSC battle group 34, stationed in orbit, sent out a distress call that was answered by the 63rd Scout Detachment of the Separatist Fleet of Unyielding Retribution. The detachment arrived 3 hours after the initial attack.
Shipmaster Saa'l Zark, on his command ship Convergence, looked at the planet on the monitor though the cool shades of blue that filled the CIC. He remembered when the colony had started the planet was lush and full of life, but now it was turning into a cinder.
"Vile creatures", he muttered as he walked closer to the screen. "only those without honor attack those who cannot fight back", he growled and clenched his mandibles.
"Shipmaster!" one major domo called out, " Human shipmaster White is requesting video audience with you."
Sa'al took a seat in his command chair, "patch it though", he commanded. The major nodded and a elderly looking human with white hair and a wrinkled face appeared on screen. His uniform was covered in a rainbow of medals from previous conflicts.
The human on screen looked at him with respect and relief, "shipmaster, thank you for arriving so quickly."
"No thanks are necessary Shipmaster White. I have currently twelve corvettes, three frigates, and one destroyer prepared to offer assistance", Sa'al replied.
"Very well," the human shipmaster's image faded and was replaced by a tactical grid of the planet, " I want your ships to support sector E-5. A colony ship will be living through this rout", an arrow was shown leaving the planet from the surface on the grid, "in half an hour. This rout must be cleared before it launches."
Sa'al nodded, "it will be done shipmaster", and he turned to the major, "order all ships to assist the human evacuation plan."
As he commanded, his small fleet of ships made best speed to the planet.
City Outskirts
The two minutes felt like an eternity to Sargent Striker and his troops now down to 8 survivors. But as the old saying goes 'a man with his back to the wall will fight more ferociously with no hope of survival'. The amount of dead Brutes created a second barricade of bodies.
He heard the vicious roar of a Brute Chieftain rally the remaining Brutes in the area for one final charge. With the remaining Brutes now in an animalistic charge led by a hammer wielding Chieftain, the Sargent and his men readied themselves for one final last stand.
As Striker was just about to use the last of his shotgun ammo to stop the oncoming brutes, the roar of a pelican engine filled the battlefield. He turned to see missiles fired from the pelican hit the oncoming brutes, completely destroying them in the process sending their remains in all directions.
The dropship slowed until it came to a stop and hovered just above the blood drenched street. The doors opened and an armored figure stepped out. Standing eight feet tall and adorning blue armor with a golden faceplate on the helmet. On its shoulder were the insignia of a Lieutenant and the eagle insignia of the SPARTAN's.
Striker saluted, "Lieutenant, thank you for your assistance. If not for your timely arrival me and my me-", he paused.
The Lieutenant nodded, "you did your best, but now I need you and your men on this bird."
"Yes sir", Striker looked at his men, "you heard the Lt.!"
One by one, the remaining troops boarded the dropship. Striker boarded last, and took a seat across from the Lieutenant. The door closed, and the pelican's engines flared to life. As the ship increased elevation the sergeant looked at the Lieutenant.
SPARTAN IV's were, like there predecessors, super soldiers and a living legend in the UNSC armed forces. But unlike the previous versions, the SPARTAN IV augmentation process had a 100% success rate and only people 18 and older could sign up for the ten year training regimen to be a SPARTAN. Their armor, like the II's, is only possible to wear after their augmentation. But unlike the II's, had energy shielding similar but stronger to the covenant shielding technology.
After 20 minutes of silence Striker decided to start up a conversation, "um sir?"
"Yes".
"What is the progress of the evacuation", he asked.
"The civilians are being loaded on a colony ship. In about ten minutes the ship will leave the planet and jump to the nearest UNSC controlled system", he answered coolly.
"Oh", Striker said, "where's the rest of your team?"
"The rest of my company is at the base to better protect the civilians", he ansawred calmly.
The rest of the ride to the base was very uneventful and quiet.
Orbit
"Seraph squadron destroyed", one of the pilots said over the com, "move in and destroy that banshee wing."
Shipmaster Sa'al scratched his neck and looked at the countdown timer. It read 3:32. He growled, 'not enough time', he then looked to a major to his right, "prepare to fire energy projector target the largest wing of enemy fighters."
The major looked at him, "by your command, shipmaster." The major then displayed the power output in the energy projector on the main screen. The ship shook.
"Shields 32%", a minor domo called out.
When the energy projector reach 87% the Shipmaster said, "Fire!" There was a subtle hum the filled the CIC. The shipmaster looked back at the countdown timer 0:21.
Orbit
Captain Vincent White looked in awe out the window of the bridge. The Separatist flagship fired a brilliant beam of energy that, in more than one case during the Great War, meant death to all caught in it. after half a minute it died down he looked at the radar. No hostile contacts.
The Captain, sitting in his chair, looked to is coms officer, "tell the ship it's now or never."
The Coms officer nodded, "aye sir."
The captain sighed, "Leo", he said.
"yes captain", a holographic image of a lion appeared on a pedestal in the bridge.
"What's the status of the ship", White asked.
The lion smiled, "their increasing altitude and collecting stragglers."
"Good. Coms signal the fleet to form up around the ship. Signal our allies as well."
"Aye sir!"
Within minutes, the combined UNSC and Separatist Fleet were in a defensive position around the colony ship. It was one of the old Phoenix class ships. With a length of 2.5 Km, 52 point defense guns, oversized Archer missile pods, 22 heavy deck guns, and two MAC guns it was capable of defending itself, but not against large amount of Brute ships.
The captain looked to his navigation officer, "tell the fleet to their positions with the ship until they ju-".
"Sir! Energy buildup from the colony ship!", every monitor on the bridge flashed red and the alarms echoed throughout the entire ship. The captain looked out of the window to the colony ship be engulfed by a bright light. He paled as he saw the ship sink into the light.
Slowly the ship was gone, but the light continued to expand and engulfed the ships around it until the captain was blinded by the light.
Soon, the whole fleet and two ODP's were engulfed in the light. But when the light vanished, they were gone.
Unknown system
The blinding flash began to subside in Captain White's eyes. The monitors showed the ship was still in working order. The crew was still dazed by the display. Slowly getting a bearing of their surroundings.
"What the hell just happened?" he yelled as he walked back to his chair.
"Captain, before that….event my systems detected a massive slipspace rupture by the coordinates of the Guardian. It seems that we, all of us, went into slipspace", Leo answered.
The Captain grunted as he hit the intercom, "all decks report in", he looked to his officers, "I want a SITREP. What did we lose? Where are we? And how the hell are we alive?"
The AI looked at White, "well we didn't lose a thing, same goes for the separatist fleet. In fact, the Orbital Platforms Oracle and Kraken are currently five miles from our position in geosynchronous orbit above a planetary body."
"Show me", White commanded. A holographic representation of the solar system they were in came to life. The system had ten planets, one of which they were currently orbiting. "What system are we in?"
The AI look troubled, "I don't know."
White paled, "what do you mean you 'don't know'."
"Just that. The astronomical charts are all wrong. There systems were there shouldn't be. Nothing were there's supposed to be a solar system. And", Leo paused, then shuttered, "and the slipspace drive…is gone."
The bridge went quiet.
"Gone? You mean…" White said getting paler by the moment.
"Gone, gone. As in its not there anymore gone."
"Sir!", the communications officer called out, "I have reports flooding in about missing drives from both human and separatist ships."
Silence filled the bridge. Only the hum of the CO2 scrubbers was heard. No one, not a single person, wanted to believe what they were hearing.
It was Leo broke the eerie silence, "on a side note. The planet that we are currently orbiting has an oxygen-nitrogen based atmosphere."
White took a breath, "send a message to the flagship of the separatist fleet."
"sir?" the com's officer asked.
"tell them we may be here awhile", he looked at the holographic display, "a long while."
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