Chapter Six: Regret

"Johnson, watch your six. I don't need another sergeant downed." said Gregs. "Watch your own six for once instead worrying about mine." Johnson replied. He was whooping a lot of Covenant ass today and he wasn't ready to stop just yet.

He had always been a cocky soldier. He loved killing the Covenant.

His intercom switched on and he heard Cortana's voice. She was on an all UNSC ship frequency saying that she had heard the Prophet onboard the lead ship keep saying "Regret, regret, regret." One of the ships Captains came on and said "Catchy. What's it mean?"

Johnson came on from a Pelican he was onboard and said "Dear humanity. We regret being alien bastards, we regret coming to earth, and we most definitely regret the core just blew off our raggedy-ass fleet." Then the two pilots said "Horah."

Everyone laughed. The Pelicans forward machine gun opened fire on a Seraph fighter and clipped its wing.

He was laughing and saying "Suckers!" Gregs interrupted Johnson's little killing spree and said for all ships to open fire on the lead Covenant ship. They did as commanded and they fired archer missiles, MAC shots, tactical nukes, and Shiva warheads leaving long trails of exhaust in space.

Almost 5,000 shots of each weapon had been shot.

The first group hit the ship. Its shields flared, flickered and then faded. The rest of the missiles detonated on impact tearing huge gaps in their hulls.

The ships spread out and raced toward the enemy firing everything they had. It was one hell of site.

No one in the fleet, not even the Chief or Johnson had saw anything like it. Johnson whistled in approvment not noticing that he had a Seraph on his tail.

The Pelicans wing got torn up and Johnson screamed "You Mothers!" He pulled the emergency stop and the Seraph flew right by. He hit the thrusters and then fired the chain gun and blew him up.

There were too many fighters. Not enough capital ships.

"All units get ready to take them all on at once" he said in frustration. "All units stand by … and Fire. Kill em all." Another large group of missiles fired. All but 112 fighters were destroyed. Johnson quickly said. "All units chose an ass and take em down.

The Longswords left separated and left a bloody site of metal. They all cheered but knew it wasn't over. The UNSC capital ships were running out of missiles and quick. "All fighters fall back to the station to re-arm." Johnson said. There were a lot of fighters falling back. Gregs asked where he was going. He told him where. He gave him permission. Johnson said "I don't need permission from you to enter the station."

"Whatever just get your ships re-armed and back in battle sergeant." Gregs replied. "Oh, we're not the ones getting re-armed. The capitals are." Said Johnson. Gregs was surprised. He knew what Johnson was about to do.

He was going to bring the capitals missiles and MAC rounds. "Johnson do you know how long that'll take." Asked Gregs. "Sure as hell do. Otherwise I wouldn't be trying to." Replied Johnson.

He was about to go in between the capital fray.