Phase 12.
Location: Unknown.
Estimated Battle time +0070.
"All hands prepare for hyperspace drop out in 2 minutes. Prep ultra-heavy rail guns. Battle stations!"
"Commander Trent, we are prepping the fighters. Rail guns are fully charged. We can fire as soon as we emerge from hyperspace."
Trent replied, "Final status."
The lieutenant nodded and said, "Besides us we have several United Stellar States Washington Class Frigates and New Republic MC-80 B Class ships. Final rundown on fighters shows we have more than enough for the task ahead. We have our own SSF-30's and SSB-20's. The New Republic has brought along plenty of their E-Wing fighters and K-Wing Bombers, and the United Stellar States has their F-200's on standby."
"Drop out in 5..4..3..2..and now!"
The vortex of light that was hyperspace quickly dissipated revealing the scene in front. Another planet Earth just like so many others. The Covenant were already there and the local military was managing to hold, but just barely.
"Sir--massive radiation spikes all across the board. Analyzing. Most likely from primitive nuclear armaments. There is a massive contact. Range: 50 thousand. It's an asteroid. Course puts it directly on path with the planet."
Commander Trent grimaced. He had seen a lot being a veteran of the infamous Christmas battle. He knew what the Covenant were capable of, but he never thought they would drop an asteroid on a planet just to destroy it. Of course considering the size of their fleet this was probably their only viable option.
"Can our ultra heavy rail cannons strike it from here?" asked Trent.
"It will be tricky, but yes sir, I believe we can manage it." replied the lieutenant.
Trent stated quickly, "Alright then, order all ships to form up around us and begin to close the range with the Covenant fleet. Target ultra heavy rail cannons on the asteroid. Scramble all fighters and bombers. Level 1 battle stations."
Location: Error. Unknown.
Estimated battle time +0072.
"Enemy contacts are beginning to fall back. Range increasing. Reloading nukes."
"Incoming friendliest bearing 009 low. Confirmation MS-18 and two Feddie gun cannons."
The captain of the Madagascar stared out the bridge window. The veteran Zeon soldier had a dozen thoughts running through his mind. The most prevailing one was why, they are so close, why would they back off now?
"Captain: we've been hailed by the MS-18. The Trojan Horse has been destroyed. Their last order was to group up with us. They are now under our command. Orders?"
The captain was in shock, how could that ship have been destroyed, it was practically invincible. Quickly regaining his composure, he yelled, "Order them into tight formation around the ship, along with our one remaining Zaku F2. Finish loading the nukes and continue scattering Minovsky particles. I want their density to be so thick that you can't even see."
"Sir a new contact. Bearing…..You have got be kidding me! Sir! It's A-Baoa-Qu! It is heading straight for us!"
The captain stared out the window. His remaining color quickly drained from his face. There was the giant Zeon asteroid fortress heading straight towards them and the planet.
Location: Multiple Error Unknown
Estimated Battle time+0073?
It was something out of a nightmare, watching the massive object moving towards the planet at such insane speeds. Amuro was still in the N1. One of the machine's arms was blown clear off a moment earlier by a fuel rod launcher. Everything was absolutely silent. All ships and mobile suits whether they were alien or human had stopped engaging in combat. Humans out of shock and defeat and aliens in reverence to their ultimate victory at hand. The asteroid was about to enter the atmosphere when something legends are made of happened.
Four bright streaks of light coming from the deepest, darkest tunnels of space impacted the side of A Baoa Qu. There was a flash of light so brilliant that it appeared to be a star going super nova. People all over the planet were blinded by the flash. It was seen everywhere, from South East Asia all the way to California. Soldiers stationed along the Pacific Rim were witness to the blinding light. When it dissipated Amuro was in absolute shock. A Baoa Qu had completely disappeared--all that was left was a few chunks about the size of small automobiles.
Major Ridden was looking out of the cockpit of the MS-14J exclaiming, "What the hell just happened?"
Amuro replied, "I'm not really sure, A Baoa Qu was about to impact with earth and then it disappeared in the brilliant light."
Suddenly, over the radio someone was screaming with great difficulty due to transmission interference, "Contacts! Hundreds of contacts! Coming in in all directions. They are engaging the Alien ships!"
"All units standby. Transmission from the Ferris. New contacts are friendly--Do not fire upon new contacts. We are to link up with them in grid 751 and regroup! All units respond."
"This is the Madagascar, we have recovered the Trojan Horses mobile suits--heading to grid 751--105 on the the reactor."
"Lady Kycilia's ship the Swamel is breaking from Polar Orbit heading for grid 751. Requesting multiple escort--repeat requesting multiple escort."
Amuro shook his head coming out of absolute shock and replied, "This is ensign Amuro Ray, Major Ridden and I will link up with the Swamel going to grid 751."
"Copy that Ensign. We're sending along a couple of GM snipers and Rick-doms as well."
Location: Iroquois Class Ship Annilator: Grid 751
Battle time+0080
Commander Jimmy Trent smiled and took a deep draft from a dark green bottle whose only identifying marking was a golden lightening bolt. Already their groups were mowing through the Covenant like a hot knife through butter. Ultra-heavy anti-matter rail gun shells, turbo lasers, diamond boron missals and some of the best fighters the entire universe had to offer were mowing through the surprising small Covenant fleet. Compared to the Battle of Black Christmas, this was a joke.
A human alliance officer stepped up to him and said, "Sir, latest reports are in. No more Alien contacts within proximity of this earth. Only five enemy ships remaining. All are clustered around an area called Side 7. Local military rundown is as follows: 95 per cent of local military space forces have been destroyed. Remaining ships are: One Gwazine class, 3 Zanzibar's, and 9 Musais for what is called Zeon. As for the force calling itself EFSF, 9 Magellan's and 4 Salamis's. There linking up with us right now and requesting that we take in their wounded. In addition a Spartan team has been deployed to Side 7. Apparently, there is a secret installation there that the Covenant are interested in. We should know what is happening in about 30 minutes."
Commander Trent finished his bottle and sat down. "Off load the wounded and send out a couple of probe druids to find out what the hell those Covenant ships are doing just hanging there. In addition I need an audience with the leaders of the remaining local governments immediately.'
"Yes sir, commander Trent, I'll get on it right away." As the lieutenant walked off, Trent was watching as several mobile suits floated right past the bridge window--some were absolutely fierce looking. He started to hum to himself and mumbled, "A land vehicle that can also serve as a space born fighter bomber. With proper technology this concept will give us a definite edge indeed."
Please read, review, and recommend
Authors note: After the final chapter which will follow next. I have been contacted about the possibility of a rewrite, so this story may be revisited. I urge all to read this new revision.
Rave Drifter
