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The Battle . . .
"This is the Antarctica to the Trinity. Do you read?" A middle-aged man spoke over the comm. System.
"This is The Trinity we read you loud and clear," replied a young female voice, "What is it?"
"Do we have go for nuking?"
"Firing solutions and timer are currently being sent to each ship via encryption priority gamma."
"Roger that." He cut the comm. channel. "Sir, they're sending it."
"Excellent. We are gonna need every tactical advantage we can get," the Captain said.
"This is The Trinity. As our firing solutions and timers show, The America, The Trinity, and The Germany will fire a 33 gun salute to all those who have fought and died against the Covenant. Then The England, The France, and The Russia, will fire another 33 shots at the preordained coordinates 5- minutes after ours leave the missile tubes. And so on and so forth, but the first 33 nukes should take out the bulk of the ships in orbit with their cumulative 2.64 gigatons of explosive force. Just follow the plan though," Terrin explained.
In the next hour the star ships moved into formation and opened fire. Each of the ships fired eleven missiles as order exactly as timed to avoid nuking each other. A cry of cheers went up when the sensors showed that all Covenant ships had been neutralized. They then began their journey from the 5th to the 4th planet in the system.
"Sir, we are in orbit," said the young woman from before.
"Good, launch the drop ships," Terrin replied. (An: In case you haven't noticed, Terrin is the magistrate and the Commanding office onboard the Trinity)
Within 15 minutes 750 drop ships were deployed, most carrying some type of armored vehicle or extra supplies. They landed on the planet quickly then returned to the ship to ready for additional supply and vehicle drops.
On the ground . . .
"Sir, where in the name of God are the Covenant?" asked a private 1st class.
"Heck, I don't know we are just supposed to secure the area. Then we get to hike twenty kilometers and fight an entire Covenant city. Sounds like fun," replied a thirty year old man who bore the rank of sergeant.
"Wonderful! We get to land here, in the freaking desert and hike twenty freaking kilometers to a Covenant city and get our . . ." another PFC said.
"Shut up! I don't want to hear your complaining Private! You will do as you are told or be imprisoned for the duration of your military tour! Which might not be very long if you don't get with the program!" the sergeant screamed at him. The PFC looked like he was going to cry.
"Sir, yes, Sir!" he managed.
"SIR!!!" screamed a horrified solider.
"What is it?" the sergeant questioned. He walked over to the tunnel.
"It's . . . humans." The sergeant was in absolute horror. A tunnel lay lined with hundreds of dead Covenant grunts, jackals and a few elites; the sergeant even thought we saw a few hunters. Yet, for every elite dead there were 5 dead humans with spent plasma rifles and pistols. "What the heck? The only world that still has humans is Earth because of the slavery there. OH LORD!!! WE ARE ON EARTH!!! HOLY," he felt plasma sting his back. (AN: for those who haven't read Novembers EGM elite language is the reverse of English.)
"OHW ERA UOY?" Screamed a young man who was covered with plasma burns.
"What in the name of God? Your human!" Yet another PFC screamed.
"You speak the old language!" An older man said to them.
"Ango, is it wise to consort with these creatures?" the young man asked.
"Yes, John, they are friends. Ones like us."
"More rebels?"
"In a way, John."
"Hello, I am sergeant Alfred Skillin of the last fleet. We have come here by mistake; you see, we were on our way to the home world of the species known as the jackals. We must have miscalculated our trajectory, unless . . . no never mind. Any ways we are on Earth?"
"I believe that is what you call this world but we are to young to know," John replied.
"Well you have wounded so we should get you on board for," he searched for the right word, "debriefing."
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AN: Well what did you think? Should I continue? Plz don't flame. I understand that there short but I will update more often like this.
The Battle . . .
"This is the Antarctica to the Trinity. Do you read?" A middle-aged man spoke over the comm. System.
"This is The Trinity we read you loud and clear," replied a young female voice, "What is it?"
"Do we have go for nuking?"
"Firing solutions and timer are currently being sent to each ship via encryption priority gamma."
"Roger that." He cut the comm. channel. "Sir, they're sending it."
"Excellent. We are gonna need every tactical advantage we can get," the Captain said.
"This is The Trinity. As our firing solutions and timers show, The America, The Trinity, and The Germany will fire a 33 gun salute to all those who have fought and died against the Covenant. Then The England, The France, and The Russia, will fire another 33 shots at the preordained coordinates 5- minutes after ours leave the missile tubes. And so on and so forth, but the first 33 nukes should take out the bulk of the ships in orbit with their cumulative 2.64 gigatons of explosive force. Just follow the plan though," Terrin explained.
In the next hour the star ships moved into formation and opened fire. Each of the ships fired eleven missiles as order exactly as timed to avoid nuking each other. A cry of cheers went up when the sensors showed that all Covenant ships had been neutralized. They then began their journey from the 5th to the 4th planet in the system.
"Sir, we are in orbit," said the young woman from before.
"Good, launch the drop ships," Terrin replied. (An: In case you haven't noticed, Terrin is the magistrate and the Commanding office onboard the Trinity)
Within 15 minutes 750 drop ships were deployed, most carrying some type of armored vehicle or extra supplies. They landed on the planet quickly then returned to the ship to ready for additional supply and vehicle drops.
On the ground . . .
"Sir, where in the name of God are the Covenant?" asked a private 1st class.
"Heck, I don't know we are just supposed to secure the area. Then we get to hike twenty kilometers and fight an entire Covenant city. Sounds like fun," replied a thirty year old man who bore the rank of sergeant.
"Wonderful! We get to land here, in the freaking desert and hike twenty freaking kilometers to a Covenant city and get our . . ." another PFC said.
"Shut up! I don't want to hear your complaining Private! You will do as you are told or be imprisoned for the duration of your military tour! Which might not be very long if you don't get with the program!" the sergeant screamed at him. The PFC looked like he was going to cry.
"Sir, yes, Sir!" he managed.
"SIR!!!" screamed a horrified solider.
"What is it?" the sergeant questioned. He walked over to the tunnel.
"It's . . . humans." The sergeant was in absolute horror. A tunnel lay lined with hundreds of dead Covenant grunts, jackals and a few elites; the sergeant even thought we saw a few hunters. Yet, for every elite dead there were 5 dead humans with spent plasma rifles and pistols. "What the heck? The only world that still has humans is Earth because of the slavery there. OH LORD!!! WE ARE ON EARTH!!! HOLY," he felt plasma sting his back. (AN: for those who haven't read Novembers EGM elite language is the reverse of English.)
"OHW ERA UOY?" Screamed a young man who was covered with plasma burns.
"What in the name of God? Your human!" Yet another PFC screamed.
"You speak the old language!" An older man said to them.
"Ango, is it wise to consort with these creatures?" the young man asked.
"Yes, John, they are friends. Ones like us."
"More rebels?"
"In a way, John."
"Hello, I am sergeant Alfred Skillin of the last fleet. We have come here by mistake; you see, we were on our way to the home world of the species known as the jackals. We must have miscalculated our trajectory, unless . . . no never mind. Any ways we are on Earth?"
"I believe that is what you call this world but we are to young to know," John replied.
"Well you have wounded so we should get you on board for," he searched for the right word, "debriefing."
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AN: Well what did you think? Should I continue? Plz don't flame. I understand that there short but I will update more often like this.