Phase 8.
Location: Covenant Occupied Side 3 Batch 3 Florence Colony.
Date: December 27th.
Time: 1200.
"Sir, silent service is reporting multiple hyperspace contacts."
Commander Plo looked up from the data pad containing the most recent information. Recently the primary objective of acquiring the local technology had been achieved. Teams sweeping abandoned facilities at A Baoa Qu, Grenada and Pezun had reported that on the way out the infidels had destroyed practically everything. However, the jackpot (so to speak) came in the form of an abandoned lunar civilian colony called Von Braun City. The locals were apparently so busy evacuating the civilian population that they forgot all about the military facilities. They were an absolute treasure trove of information. Plans were lifted for mobile suit and Minovsky particle jamming technology as well as several volumes of important information.
Plo replied, "Reinforcements, about time. What was sent?"
The grunt looked down at a same data pad and stated, "ten battle cruisers, ten frigates, and ten of each Victory and Imperial Class Star Destroyers. We currently have a fleet of 45 ships."
Plo simply nodded. He was lucky to acquire this battle strength. Recently, as he was told while communicating with the Prophet of the Divine Crusade about reinforcements, some of the higher prophets
felt that the honor code that Elites as himself had made them too inefficient in combat. More and more brutes were being promoted to higher positions. Plo murmured to himself, that the prophets were being fools. Brut strength is not the way to win a war. Intelligence was. It seems as if the prophets were now disregarding that. All they wanted now were mindless fanatics who would obey orders with complete disregard to their fleet, resources and safety.
Plo punched his cybernetic arm into the wall causing a huge indentation. The grunts ran out of the room freaked out by this show of emotion.
Plo walked out of the room heading down the hall. The infidels who occupied this colony last certainly had an overblown sense of self-worth. The hall was decorated in a rich red carpet. Dark green banners with the golden eagle insigne hung on the walls perfectly spaced. He had to smirk. Despite everything being so over the top, he actually kind of liked the unnecessary luxury of it all. He couldn't put his finger on it but something about it just made him feel comfortable.
He then walked into what was once a main government office. A hologram projector was set up on the floor and sitting around it were four lieutenants. Each was in charge of at least ten of the ships. He once again frowned for two of the lieutenants were brutes. At least the other two were civilized Elites like himself.
He thought to himself that at least he wasn't surrounded by complete stupidity.
He turned on the hologram projector and began to speak, "Alright, as all have probably heard in my report, the locals in this system are much better armed than was anticipated. Right now they are currently setting up all their remaining military forces around their Earth." The hologram than showed two lines circling the Earth representing the defensive lines. "Now these infidels technology is at a surprisingly high level compared to other low space technology systems. Their jamming technology completely negates all long range attacks. While our shields can block their primitive beam weapons at range, for some reason our engineers cannot figure, at point blank the beams will pass right through the shields. Therefore, to overcome these obstacles and wipe out these imperfect creations of the forerunner, I've come up with an ingenious plan." The hologram then zoomed out to show where they were and the local vicinity.
Plo then pointed to a specific dot on the map. "This is A Baoa Qu, an abandoned fortress asteroid of massive size. My plan is simple. You four will send your fleets to engage the locals in combat. Make sure to attack at the longest range possible to negate the effect of their energy weapons, while this means computer targeting will be completely ineffective it also means that their beam weapons will not be able to penetrate our shields. Meanwhile, a special operations team will head to A Baoa Qu and offload all our fleets remaining nuclear weapons on the asteroid. Now the asteroids fortress seems to be equipped with engines of some kind, probably to move the fortress from one strategic location to another, your fleets are to engage and antagonize the enemy defending Earth, while we prep the asteroid. Our engineers will upgrade its engines and wire in the nukes. Then we will send the fortress on a collision course with the Earth. The massive size of the fortress combined with the extra power of the nuclear weapons should be enough that upon impact the Earth will plunge into a nuclear winter killing all forms of life over the bacterial level. After which we are to destroy all remaining space colonies within this system. Without those colonies or the planet, we will no longer have to worry and can even leave remaining local infidel military ships behind.
Without hyperspace capability they will face a slow proper death by starvation, just like their kind should. I already have my engineers on the asteroid retrofitting the engines, all I need you four to do is off load as many nukes as you can spare. We attack at local time January 1st, 0001 hours. This will give us three days to prepare our assault and to make one last sweep for any unique local technology."
One of the brute lieutenants stood and said, "Commander, while I admit your strategy does have its strengths, your buying the infidels too much time to prepare. What if their coalition shows up? We should attack now with everything we have in one all out assault."
Plo walked up to the Brute and then did something that made the rest of the lieutenant pale. Using his cybernetic arm he slammed his fist hard down on the brutes head, flattening his skull and killing him instantly. He then yelled to the rest of his lieutenants, "This kind of stupid, unthoughtful, lack of preparation is the kind of thing that has let the infidels resist us in our crusade for so long. Inform our former lieutenant's second in command that he now has his own fleet. Now rest up and prepare your crews. This will be infidels final new year."
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