Halo: Wrath of the Humans
Chapter 1: New encounter
ZR: This story came to my mind one day when I was listening to Breaking Benjamin: Blow me away...Yeah I know, wierd. The rough outline came while listening. Aftera few days of brainstorming, I wrote the first two chapters in the first day, nonstop. My hand hurt like hell afterword...and still does.
DisclaimerL I don't own Homeworld/2 nor Halo.
Defeat. This is what the humans knew right when the UNSC's mightiest naval base, Reach, came under attack by approximately three hundred Covenant warships. With only a hundred UNSC ships at Reach and only 15 SMAC Orbital platforms defending the planet, the humans knew that Reach would fall into the hands of the Covenant.
However, neither the humans, nor the Covenant knew that they were being watched from billions of light-years away by a civilization even greater than the Covenant. Their name, Hiigarans. The Hiigarans looked very much like humans, almost to he point were you could barely tell the difference between the two races. But yet, they were more advanced than the covenant.
In orbit over the planet Hiigara, the Hiigaran Navy watches in dismay as the battle unfolds before their eyes. They watch in horror as the Covenant flagship takes out three UNSC ships with its deadly energy beam. Orders were issued throughout the fleet, single ships docked with the carriers, battle cruisers, and the Mother ship. The fleet synchronizes into parade style, and the Mother ship activates its hyperspace core. Scores of light-blue portals open before the ships, and they are pulled into hyperspace, traveling hundreds of thousands times faster than the speed of light.
Back at reach, the battle does not go well for the humans. With only a handful of Platforms remaining, and only 80 ships left in the fleet, they are running out of time. Even when the drop ships invaded the planet, and threatened to put the remaining platforms out of commission.
Aboard the Carrier, Constellation, the sensors officer detected something odd on the long-range sensors.
"What the hell?" he muttered to himself. There was a blip on the outskirts of the system. It was there for only a moment before it vanished off the sensors. He checked the systems to make sure he wasn't imagining this. The spectroscopic showed the object was made of an unknown material. And the radar showed the object had the mas of approximately two hundred million tons. He decided to alert the Admiral about this.
"Admiral sir, I think you should see this."
The admiral strode to his station and peered at the data, "What do you make of it son?"
"I don't know sir, what ever it was, it was huge. It appeared suddenly on the outskirts of the system, and by the time the spectroscopic and radar got a lock on it, it vanished."
The Admiral frowned, "Keep an eye out for anything, it could be more Covenant."
"M-more ships sir?"
"Possibly, but we can't tell yet." The Admiral strode back to his command chair.
"Sir, additional contacts! They're not Covenant," exclaimed the sensors officer.
"On screen."
The main view screen paned out from the covenant ships, to the newcomers who had just appeared. Light-blue squares closed behind the ships.
"Nimits, how many are there?" Asked the Admiral as he continued to gaze upon the monstrous half-oval shaped ship that held the attention of any looker.
The holo tank next to him hummed to life, and the figure of a middle-aged man in an Admiral's uniform appeared a few centimeters above the display.
"Sensor's indicate approximately two hundred ships sir. Correction 220, 280, 350, Sir, the some of the larger ships are launching single ships."
"Are they engaging any UNSC ships?"
"No sir, they're engaging the Covenant."
On the main view screen hundreds of smaller ships swarmed toward the Covenant ships, exhaust trails following their every move. Once the single ships cleared the larger ones, scores broke the parade line and engaged the Covenant ships. The Covenant launched against the newcomers, but were quickly annihilated by the sheer numbers.
The Covenant shields flared in multiple areas as the newcomers ship's fired their main guns. Many of the new ships fired beam-like weapons. Dozens of the Covenant shields flared and winked out from the energy weapons. The energy beams that made it through the shields sliced through multiple decks, cutting through the Covenant armor like a bullet to cloth. One Covenant destroyer took multiple beams, one impacted in the nose, another in the launch bays, and two through the engine compartment. Shortly after, the shields regenerated over the ship, and contained the ensuing explosion.
"Sir, I'm getting a large energy read-out from the large ship." Exclaimed the sensors officer.
"On screen."
The screen blipped and changed images. The camera now focused on the half-oval ship. Motes of light gathered on the center spines on the front of the ship. Seconds later, the energy discharged in a deep-blue color straight at the Covenant flagship, puncturing the shields as if they weren't there and began tearing through the hull of the ship. The beam dissipated and left the Flagship drifting is space. A cheer erupted across the bridge crew. This left the remaining covenant ships disoriented. Many tried to jump out system, but reappeared a short distance from where they started. They were trapped.
Then, the Admiral had an idea. He opened the FLEETCOM channel, "All ships, do not engage these new ships, we may be able to ally with them. Break formation and fire at will!"
What was left of the fleet, seventy-two ships in all, broke the rough Phalanx formation. White hot metal and gray smoke trails tore through space, colliding with unshielded or crippled ships. Energy beams, missiles, mass driver rounds, and white hot metal streaked across space, crossing paths with only a few plasma lances. Only a few Covenant ships were driven to the point of surrendering, the rest were destroyed. Reach was safe.
The newcomers single ships docked with the larger ones, and returned to the Parade formation, just outside of Reach's gravity well. Only a few ships were destroyed, the rest suffered minor damage. Dozens of ships launched from the largest ship, they then swarmed over the damaged ships, fusion torches sparkling in the blackness of space.
Three destroyers, five frigates, and cruiser and one carrier now surrounded the Covenant Flagship, still drifting in space. Three pelican drop ships launched from the cruiser, and sped toward the Flagship.
Onboard the lead pelican, call sign Charlie 259, The Master Chief played out the battle in his mind. First, the covenant somehow found Reach and attacked. Second, when all seemed lost, this new encounter with a far more advanced than the Covenant appeared out of nowhere and engaged the Covenant, decimating their invading fleet. And third, they don't appear hostile to the UNSC. Something didn't add up.
"What's wrong Chief?" Asked Fred.
The Chief looked up from the deck at Fred who sat across from him.
"Just amazed that we won with a new race, and that they seem more powerful than the Covenant."
"Same here sir."
There was a burp of static as the pilot broadcasted over the COM, "The Flagship's shields are still down, and I'm taking us in Spartans."
"Roger that." "Replied the Chief.
The pelicans rotated 180 degrees, and began to slow down. The drop ships entered the launch bay, slowed to a stop, and settled on the deck.
"Seal your suits Spartans, there isn't an atmosphere out there." The Chief said over the Com. The Spartans cycled through the airlocks of the Pelicans, and exited the ships. Shortly after the pelicans took off, leaving the Spartans alone on the Flagship.
"We'll split into three teams. Green team, you take engineering," he highlighted those ten Spartans, "Blue team, you sweep the ship, capture any Engineers, and if there is a prophet, secure him, we want him alive," he highlighted those ten Spartans, " The rest of you, follow me, we're taking the bridge."
Twenty-nine acknowledgement lights winked on.