Disclaimer: I own nothing involved with the Master Chief, Covenant or
events in the Halo game. The alien race encountered is loosely based on the
creatures in James Cameron's Aliens. They are my creations, however, my
inspiration I have thanks to James Cameron and his team. Congratulations to
Bungie for a great game, and James Cameron for a great movie!
Halo: The Black Widows
Chapter 2 Phantom
Two days later.
"Alright, Tiger, two Banshees coming in on convoy Delta Four, at Vector 309, 8 miles out. Be advised!"
"I copy, Raptor, movin' into position!" Eric swung the Thunder fighter around, the plane turned sideways, so the ground was three hundred feet to Eric's right. The banshees were moving at their top speed: Mach 4. That was their top, at least in atmosphere. The Thunder was slower than that, but definitely more powerful, "Stay with the convoy head, Raptor. Also, while you're alone, check on Paladin and Spike. There may be more of them.
"Good huntin', Tiger!" Raptor called, maneuvering his own Thunder to follow the large ground convoy. The convoy was a huge string, almost a mile wide, and at least ten miles long. In that mess of machines and tanks were men and ammunition. They were headed to the battle at the Grand Canyon, and needed some escorts. Eric and his team just happened to be in the right area.
Eric pushed the throttle's t-shaped stick forward, jetting the Thunder fighter into overdrive, launching the ship forward, and thrusting him back into the firm seat at 4Gs.
"I got 'em!" Eric tapped his radar screen to clear static from the viewer, "Two mediums, probably Banshees, honin' in on the convoy head. Arraging intercept course."
The screen glowed green for a moment, as a radar pulse searched again. Two blips appeared on the display, "Confirmed. Two bogies."
He could see them now, the purple menaces. They sort of looked like a mutant squid, at least to Eric. But. "NEGATIVE, CONTROL! Three bogies, two mediums and a Phantom class bomber!" The bomber had hid itself in the Banshees radar shadow. The Banshees were almost half a mile ahead, giving both radar and missile cover.
"Raptor, you get that?"
"Yeah, Tiger, I got it. My onboard alerting the convoy as we speak.," his voice was panicked. The bogies were three miles out. There was no time to prepare for a Phantom!
The Phantom looked like a huge flat bat, it's wings extended outwards, horizontally. No rudders, or visible engines, but it was a pilot's menace. Three onboard plasma cannons, two plasma torpedo tubes, and the famed energy barrage, unleashing a tornado of plasmic energy down on a target, decimating anything within a one mile radius. It could bomb in under a minute.
"MOVE IT, TIGER!"
"Fox two!" The Thunder jerked as one of the plane's Phoenix heavy warhead missiles flew towards the Phantom. One Banshee swerve to dodge the missile, giving for a moment the three blips on Eric's radar.
The missile flew, and deflected off the Phantom's armor, to explode at a save distance. The Banshees broke off to intercept, firing off Plasma rounds.
The small pulses of energy burned into the Thunder's armored plating, but the ship was meant to take that kind of beating. Eric squeezed his trigger and burned his own kind of damage. The Gauss rifles of a Thunder are powerful enough to strike fear into the hearts of any Banshee pilot. The tank round from the rifle, fired at semi-automatic speed and launched at speeds in excess of 1000 kilometers an hour, could disintegrate a Banshee and keep on going. They were perfect for dogfights, but Eric knew that the Phantom's tough armor plating would only bounce the Gauss back at him.
The Banshee on the left sped forward; they were proceeding towards him at the Covenant's standard echelon formation. Perfect! Eric smiled, and pushed both sticks in his hands forward. The Thunder immediately launched towards the ground. Chicken, anyone?
As suspected, more Plasma shots over the Thunder's 'shoulder' told Eric they were following. Excellent.
The ace pulled back on the throttle, pushing the air brakes, to slow his fall just so little, but just enough. He then reversed the twin driving sticks, dricing the joystick back, and pushing the throttle forward. The result?
Eric's Thunder touched-and-went as he called it. The craft's underbelly scraped the ground, before the Thunder flew back into the sky. The Banshees weren't so lucky.
The Covenant craft both ignited in flames and shards of metal flew in all directions as both rounds hit their targets.
"The Phantom is opening bomb doors, Tiger! Hurry!"
"I'm not in range, Control!" The clock in Eric's head ticked off the seconds. He had thirty, maybe twenty seconds. There! "Fox three, and four!"
Two more Phoenixes flew forward, this time aiming slightly lower, for the bomb doors, "Raptor, look for a nuke!"
"SHIT!" The crackling of static, emitted something, perhaps something Eric should have heard. "Sl.. Too cl.. TIGER!"
A bright light, as the enemy weapon energy was released inside the ship. Along with the nuclear weapons of the Phoenix.
Eric smashed his head on the dashboard, DAMN! Too close! Alarms beeped and lights flashed. His com link was static, and his gauges were going crazy. The walls of the Grand Canyon were close now. Had he flown that far in the dogfight? The walls got closer, when the realization hit him. "Aw, FUCK!!!!"
The Thunder spiraled down into darkness, and Eric heard and saw no more.
Halo: The Black Widows
Chapter 2 Phantom
Two days later.
"Alright, Tiger, two Banshees coming in on convoy Delta Four, at Vector 309, 8 miles out. Be advised!"
"I copy, Raptor, movin' into position!" Eric swung the Thunder fighter around, the plane turned sideways, so the ground was three hundred feet to Eric's right. The banshees were moving at their top speed: Mach 4. That was their top, at least in atmosphere. The Thunder was slower than that, but definitely more powerful, "Stay with the convoy head, Raptor. Also, while you're alone, check on Paladin and Spike. There may be more of them.
"Good huntin', Tiger!" Raptor called, maneuvering his own Thunder to follow the large ground convoy. The convoy was a huge string, almost a mile wide, and at least ten miles long. In that mess of machines and tanks were men and ammunition. They were headed to the battle at the Grand Canyon, and needed some escorts. Eric and his team just happened to be in the right area.
Eric pushed the throttle's t-shaped stick forward, jetting the Thunder fighter into overdrive, launching the ship forward, and thrusting him back into the firm seat at 4Gs.
"I got 'em!" Eric tapped his radar screen to clear static from the viewer, "Two mediums, probably Banshees, honin' in on the convoy head. Arraging intercept course."
The screen glowed green for a moment, as a radar pulse searched again. Two blips appeared on the display, "Confirmed. Two bogies."
He could see them now, the purple menaces. They sort of looked like a mutant squid, at least to Eric. But. "NEGATIVE, CONTROL! Three bogies, two mediums and a Phantom class bomber!" The bomber had hid itself in the Banshees radar shadow. The Banshees were almost half a mile ahead, giving both radar and missile cover.
"Raptor, you get that?"
"Yeah, Tiger, I got it. My onboard alerting the convoy as we speak.," his voice was panicked. The bogies were three miles out. There was no time to prepare for a Phantom!
The Phantom looked like a huge flat bat, it's wings extended outwards, horizontally. No rudders, or visible engines, but it was a pilot's menace. Three onboard plasma cannons, two plasma torpedo tubes, and the famed energy barrage, unleashing a tornado of plasmic energy down on a target, decimating anything within a one mile radius. It could bomb in under a minute.
"MOVE IT, TIGER!"
"Fox two!" The Thunder jerked as one of the plane's Phoenix heavy warhead missiles flew towards the Phantom. One Banshee swerve to dodge the missile, giving for a moment the three blips on Eric's radar.
The missile flew, and deflected off the Phantom's armor, to explode at a save distance. The Banshees broke off to intercept, firing off Plasma rounds.
The small pulses of energy burned into the Thunder's armored plating, but the ship was meant to take that kind of beating. Eric squeezed his trigger and burned his own kind of damage. The Gauss rifles of a Thunder are powerful enough to strike fear into the hearts of any Banshee pilot. The tank round from the rifle, fired at semi-automatic speed and launched at speeds in excess of 1000 kilometers an hour, could disintegrate a Banshee and keep on going. They were perfect for dogfights, but Eric knew that the Phantom's tough armor plating would only bounce the Gauss back at him.
The Banshee on the left sped forward; they were proceeding towards him at the Covenant's standard echelon formation. Perfect! Eric smiled, and pushed both sticks in his hands forward. The Thunder immediately launched towards the ground. Chicken, anyone?
As suspected, more Plasma shots over the Thunder's 'shoulder' told Eric they were following. Excellent.
The ace pulled back on the throttle, pushing the air brakes, to slow his fall just so little, but just enough. He then reversed the twin driving sticks, dricing the joystick back, and pushing the throttle forward. The result?
Eric's Thunder touched-and-went as he called it. The craft's underbelly scraped the ground, before the Thunder flew back into the sky. The Banshees weren't so lucky.
The Covenant craft both ignited in flames and shards of metal flew in all directions as both rounds hit their targets.
"The Phantom is opening bomb doors, Tiger! Hurry!"
"I'm not in range, Control!" The clock in Eric's head ticked off the seconds. He had thirty, maybe twenty seconds. There! "Fox three, and four!"
Two more Phoenixes flew forward, this time aiming slightly lower, for the bomb doors, "Raptor, look for a nuke!"
"SHIT!" The crackling of static, emitted something, perhaps something Eric should have heard. "Sl.. Too cl.. TIGER!"
A bright light, as the enemy weapon energy was released inside the ship. Along with the nuclear weapons of the Phoenix.
Eric smashed his head on the dashboard, DAMN! Too close! Alarms beeped and lights flashed. His com link was static, and his gauges were going crazy. The walls of the Grand Canyon were close now. Had he flown that far in the dogfight? The walls got closer, when the realization hit him. "Aw, FUCK!!!!"
The Thunder spiraled down into darkness, and Eric heard and saw no more.