Ok here we go on with the show

Over and out

1852 hours, September 13, 2552 (Military Calendar)\Aboard UNSC vessel Gettysburg, in Slipspace.

The chief was still standing in the bridge looking forward at the empty viewscreens. An all too familiar feeling of despair came over him as he thought back years ago, at dozens of black canisters slowly drifting away.

He pushed the thought from his mind and then turned back to his crew.

"Everyone" he said in a deep voice. "We have thirty five hundred hours until we reach Earth, meanwhile get some rest, that's an order!"

No one seemed to complain. They were all exhausted physically and mentally.

"Chief!" Cortana's voice came in through the bridge speakers. "You're not gonna believe this!"

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"For the Covenant, yes" she answered excitedly. John smiled, he loved those words.

"Show me." A soft pulse in the forward viewscreen and a document scrolled up into view.

All he had to do was read the title. He heard a small gasp from behind. Sergeant Johnson spoke from the Chief's side. "Where did you find this?" "The Ascendant Justice" She answered.

"Cortana is it possible to send transmissions from Slipspace?" asked 117. "Well viewing original schematics for the transmission software it wasn't originally—" the chief cut her off "Yes or no?"

She paused a moment. "Yes, but I'd have to—" he again interrupted "Do it!"

0800 hours, September 9, 2552 (Military Calendar)\Aboard UNSC destroyer Envoy, in orbit around Jericho VII, four days earlier.

"Second Volley away, sir!" Lieutenant Reynolds voice echoed through the bridge.

Saying it was unnecessary, there was no doubt the next torpedo had fired. But this time only one came.

"Baraka!" the commander demanded. "Deploy one of our Longsword interceptors.

"One, sir?" she asked uncertainly. "Aye sir launching" There was a small thud and an empty Longsword came into view.

"Calculate an intercept course for it" said Mitchell. "With what sir?" she asked. Then her eyes widened and she smiled.

There was a moments pause and the Longsword slightly changed direction and accelerated.

"Baraka would you be so kind as to over pressurize all exterior starboard decks." Ha said in a calm voice. "Over pressurize sir?" she paused. "Aye, sir"

"Seven seconds to impact" said Reynolds in a shaky voice. Beness was trembling and it seemed Anderson was on the verge of wetting himself.

But there was something else, unseen by the plasmas extreme brightness. But suddenly, out of nowhere, the plasma collided in midair and burned a brilliant red.

Moments later the plasma that managed to get over the Longsword, hit the starboard side of the Envoy.

With a sudden explosive force the over pressurized decks blew outward into space trying to fill the never ending void in front of it. Reaching the oxygen enriched deck, the plasma started burning rapidly, finally shriveling into nothingness.

It seemed in unison everyone in the deck finally breathed. They were alive, for now.

"Breach in decks 13 through 18" said Baraka in a firm voice. "Sealing off, now!"

"Sir, beta particle radiation rising." said Reynolds. "They're getting ready to fire the Pulse laser."

Mitchell stood silent for a moment. "Exactly how unstable is that Pulse Laser?" he asked their AI. "Analyzing" she reopened the file she had seen earlier and studied it.

"It appears it's a highly volatile mixture up until it's fired, it's sort of a contained explosion.

"Well then, let's uncontain it." He answered. "Lieutenant Anderson, have Baraka get us a firing solution for that 'contained explosion', missile pods K trough N"

"Aye, sir K through F" he answered

Mitchell waited a moment. "Fire!" Anderson hit the firing button and dozens of archer missiles sped toward the incoming frigate.

They started to slowly line up in intersecting courses, all headed for the exact same spot.

Mitchell thought back and prayed his memory served him well. Covenant ships, for any kind of weapons charge needed to drop their shields. As for the outcome of the impact he could only hope it all happened as he had thought it should.

"Lieutenant Beness, charge up the Slipspace generators" he demanded. She exhaled and thought Good, even he's not reckless enough to take on a Destroyer head on. In moments she would find that thought was terribly wrong.

The speeding archer missiles hit dead on into the growing bluish light. At first Mitchell felt nothing had happened. But moments later every single light across the ship started to fade then vanish.

The commander smiled. They had been beaten by their own weapon. Then the destroyer which had strangely been ignoring them turned to face them.

"Weapons status?" he demanded. "MAC gun at forty five percent!" said Anderson instinctively.

"Sir slipspace generators at full charge, shall I get us out of here?" asked Beness. "Negative" answered Mitchell. "Reroute the slipspace generator power to the MAC gun Lieutenant!" she stood frozen for a moment. And slowly answered "Yes, sir"

"Sir" hollered Baraka. "Slipspace ruptures at three hundred kilometers." The commander's heart sank. He knew other ships would come, but he had hoped they would have more time.

"Lieutenant Beness arm me a Shiva bomb" he said now clear on what he had to do.

"Sir MAC gun at one hundred and ninety eight percent, Slipspace generators no longer functioning" said Anderson. "Reactor red line in twelve seconds" he said unsurely.

"Finish up a firing solution and fire, Lieutenant" there was a moments pause and suddenly without notice the hull of the Envoy shuddered and nearly gave away as the supercharged MAC round exploded into space.

"Now, Lieutenant Beness, deploy the Shiva at point seventy two degrees, and prepare for course correction. Disable the proximity fuse and set the bomb for transmission end detonation.

She sat unmoving several seconds. Transmission end detonation would mean the source had been cut off, meaning they would have to be destroyed.

He turned back to the screen in time to see the supercharged MAC round collide with the Covenant destroyer. First the shields gave way, and that seemed to be all at first until suddenly the superstructure gave way, caving into itself.

Mitchell breathed again. On one of the screens through the motes of green slipspace ruptures the nose of what had to be a destroyer appeared

"Lieutenant put us on an intercept course for that ship" They couldn't get out alone, so the'd use them to get out. Beness now sweating shakily turned to the controls and the Envoy began turning.

"Lieutenant Anderson prepare all remaining Archer missile pods and prepare them for a hundred and eighty seven degree launch.

"Sir that fires directly away from the destroyer" he protested incredulously. "I'm aware of that Lieutenant"

He looked over at the control panel station and in a commanding voice said "Prepare for course correction at point thirty seven degrees on my command"

"Sir collision in nine seconds" said Baraka from overhead. "…Five seconds, collision imminent!"

"Course correction now!" there was a small push from the engine and the Envoy shot slightly up, over the now almost completely visible destroyer.

Mitchell waited a moment and then said "Fire the missile pods!"

Hundreds of missiles emerged from the hull of the Envoy and at point-blank range collided at the top of the destroyer. The last of the missiles impacted and the shields flickered and died.

The destroyer was now in plain view. The commander stood unmoving, waiting. Then without notice they were all pulled forward, back into the still open slipspace rupture the enemy ship had just emerged from. And suddenly all the viewscreens went black

The transmission ended and suddenly the Shiva bomb that had been left behind went up in a blinding light, effectively disintegrating everything in range.

Not bad huh? Took me a while to come up with that. Well anyway don't expect the next chapter soon because frankly I have no idea on how to go on. So now all u have to do is review.