Mobile Suit Gundam-Shadows of the Covenant.

Prologue

The year is 2554 on the UNSE Universal calendar. With the Sentient Coalition and the Covenant continuing to escalate their genocidal war, it became clear to the Coalition that both combined technological and numeral superiority was the only way to ensure their survival. Therefore, the second official branch of the unified Sentential Coalition was formed.

This branch named after the forerunner rings that connected all galaxies together was tasked with two purposes: to contact races and species and to protect and prepare for the war with the Covenant ahead. This is one such story about Task Force Halo.

File Found-Test galaxy #983

Primary military factions: Earth Federation-Zeon-Side 6

Current Status: Open warfare between Earth Federation and Zeon Side 6 colony clusters neutral.

Unique Technologies: Minovsky particles emitted from local coal fusion reactors are capable of jamming all forms of guided munitions as well as being compressed to form energy beams.

Hoard Resistance Quota: Earth Federation moderate. Zeon low to moderate. Side 6 low to very low.

End File.

Location: Halo ring. Test galaxy 983. Local time. November 1, UC 0079

Phase 1:

Deep space has always been a beautiful thing to commander Plo. As a matter of fact he considered himself lucky to still be in command. The little incident with the soul eraser project three months ago almost resulted in his execution. The only thing that spared him was his vast intelligence concerning both tactics and technology. He stood on the bridge of a captured super star destroyer. The assignment was simple enough: wipe out infidels who were too primitive to fight back. He sighed, he would rather be fighting on the front lines, however, this was his punishment, wiping out galaxies too weak to resist and working with what the covenant perceived as inferior ships. His cybernetic eye glowed blood red. If he ever got the chance that super soldier, one of those so called demons would be gutted alive and his armor would make a pretty nice trophy as well. But enough dwelling on the past.

He looked out the bridge window glancing at what he had to work with. All the ships were Yevetha made star destroyers.: The one super class which he was aboard now, 10 Imperial classes, and 10 Victory class ships. Each was armed to the teeth with their local weapons which were quite inferior to Covenant standards. The turbo laser turrets were replaced with turrets mounted with four 100 mm. Photon Gatling guns and instead of missiles all they had were inferior unguided rockets. At least the rockets had nuclear warheads. After all the run ins with the infidels calling themselves the Human alliance, the Covenant decided to develop cheap mass produced nuclear weapons as well. They weren't very powerful, as a matter of fact, they were barely as strong as a Covenant plasma torpedo, but they made up for this with both the insane amount of radiation emitted on impact and with speeds comparable to the infidels light rail guns.

Commander Plo looked back at the bridge crew. "Report".

A jackal responded from the control pit, "Ring jump successful. All ships are in position and reporting optimal output in all areas. Our ship the Moonlight Symphony is currently running the maximum efficiency."

Plo smiled his usual manic smile. No matter how primitive the forces his was given, the elite always insisted on maximum efficiency in all aspects of their command. Unlike other Covenant commanders, he also encouraged intelligence tactics instead of the usual over religious superiority in numbers flood that all other commanders used.

"How far are we from the infidel home system? I want to get this over with." barked Plo.

The same jackal replied, "Five days-three if we push the engines hard."

"Status on all other ships?" questioned Plo.

"Checking-all ships are reporting green across the board." came the reply.

"What's the status of the fighting groups?" asked Plo.

"We currently have about 2,000 Banshee Fighters. One-fourth stationed here on the Moonlight Symphony. We also have about 1,000 D types, 1,000 Phantom drop ships and several captured jury rigged X-wing fighters. Do you think we will be seeing ground combat?" asked the jackal.

"Not really" replied Plo. "I've study the file pulled from the Halo network on this place. We are just going to destroy all the colonies and turn the home world into a molten glass ball-the usual."

Plo was lying, of course. The prophets gave him a very specific assignment: Capture the plans for this galaxies unique weapons jamming technology and plans for something called mobile suits. After he retrieved this he could do whatever he wished with the planet and its colonies. Plo smiled, his mandibles twisted into the most psychotic look an elite could give. It would be a cake walk as the infidels would call it.

The prophets wanted this technology so badly that they had sent a small group of Paladins along with him. There were 30 in all. A combination of Covenant genetic engineering, black magic and the occult. One of them was the equivalent of 1,000 elites. They were the deadliest of the Covenant soldiers and they were mindless and obedient. Plo smiled again-time to get this over with. The sooner they obtained this technology and wasted this hole, the sooner they could leave.

"Push the engines hard" he barked. "I want to get there within 3 days. Plot a course for that worlds moon. We'll fan out from there and waste all infidels who stand in the way of the divine light."

With these words all eleven star destroyers jumped into hyper space towards a world engulfed in war, not knowing that the real danger was coming from beyond the stars.

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