LOCATION: UNKNOWN SPACE – CCS CLASS BATTLECRUISER SOVERN TRANQUILITY
/MAR-12th-2534 SOL/ 1503 Universal Time/
The hatchway to Rkar Tuyokees personal chambers slid open with a hiss, the Ship Master striding his way inside. To say he was exhausted was an understatement as he had been overseeing the futile repairs to the cursed Borer Jump Drive. His patience with the damned machine was wearing thin, and so was the crews. Rkar began to detach his combat armor from his body-glove in an attempt to find some form of comfort. If his HUD was correct, he had been awake for the past 2 cycles without any sleep and everything was quickly catching up to him. Within that time, he had gathered reports on the standard on goings of the ship, settled multiple disputes between several Unggoy and a few hungry Kig-Yar, and of course oversaw the repair attempts to the jump drive.
Upon taking his armor off and placing it on the display rack, he began to look it over for signs of damage as he had been trained to do all those years ago. His armor was that of a Zealot, but it bore the colors of the Tuyokee clan. The primary being a brilliant white, with a deep and shining gold as the trim. His clan's emblem emblazoned on the breast plate. Rkar took much pride in his armor and his clan. Like most Sangheili he did not know his father, but he did know the clan to which he belonged. They ruled over a province that spanned the plains of Sangheilios and were renowned for their more traditional values of honor and military service. Upon seeing no damage to the plating or scuffing to the polish, he closed the nanolaminate display case with a satisfied click of his mandibles. His first task complete, Rkar turned to one he had been more looking forward to, a proper bath. Unlike most of the quarters on board that shared public, species specific cleaning facilities his was a personal bath that attached to his quarters. Taking off the body glove and placing it in a small maintenance chamber in the wall, he sauntered into the small bathing room and lowered himself into the small pool. The warm water helping sooth the tense feeling he was experiencing both physically and mentally. As the steam gently rose around him, he closed his eyes allowing himself to think more clearly.
He was facing multiple problems that were transpiring on his ship. The jump drive was just another layer to his growing list of problems. The reality was, his Battle Cruiser had only been outfitted with about a years' worth of provisions. This would be fine, had they been able to stick to their normal patrol route as they could refit at a nearby shipyard or even the Holy city of High Charity. But they had now been stuck in slip space for about 3 moons, and this had been after about 8 out of the planned 9 moons of deployment. From their last known location, it would have taken them about a moon to reach the nearest refit facility giving them 2 moons of food and provisions to spare. In short, they were running dangerously low on supplies, and it was beginning to show. Disputes over food were beginning to occur, and Rkar had already dealt with a Unggoy who was stealing rations. His body was now feeding the Kig-Yar. Besides food, many aboard his ship were growing impatient at being stuck in slip space for this long. Normally, he'd put his crew in stasis for the time that they jumped. But considering they had no control over this jump, he had to maintain a monthly rotation in the case they came out and into a situation that required action. Lastly, was the damned Borer drive. Rkar had no words to describe it, no clue as to what happened, and no idea as to go about fixing it. Much of his thoughts about his frustration and distaste for the drive and the situation it had put him and his crew in would have been considered heresy.
Rkar let out a sigh and tried to focus on less stressing matters. He thought of home, and how he missed it. Although he relished in the warrior life, bringing honor to his Covenant and his clan. He also missed the plains of Sangheilios with a burning passion. How he itched to plant his feet upon her fertile soils and walk the gardens of his home.
His home… now there was a thought. Rkar had avoided taking the title of Aristocrat, specifically so he could marry. His wife, she waited for him in the halls of his home oh so far away. He missed her beauty and quick wit. Rkar found peace in the thought, bringing himself to his home as he allowed himself to finally relax. His exhaustion finally hit him full force, and to avoid from falling asleep in the bath, Rkar removed himself from the warm waters and dried off. On his way out of the bath chamber he grabbed and donned a new body glove, making his way for his sleeping pad. He would dream of home and wife in his time off. Getting comfortable, he closed his eyes yet again, finding himself in his garden. His wife awaited him with good conversation and a proper meal.
LOCATION: SPACE OUTSIDE LUNAR SHIPYARDS – UNSC FOREVER VIGILANT
/MAR-21st-2534 SOL/ 1245 Universal Time/
"Lieutenant Commander Oliver to the bridge, Lieutenant Commander Oliver to the bridge" The ships intercom sounded the request to LTCDR Oliver's chambers, rousing him from a rather comfortable sleep. He was starting to get used to the life of a ship Captain. With a yawn, Oliver got out of bed and began getting dressed in his officers' uniform. The ship board AI's avatar winking into existence atop the holoprojector near his dresser.
"Good morning Captain, I hope you've slept well." Josephine said with a gentle voice.
"I did Josephine, thank you. What's the report?" Oliver looked at the AI as he finished putting on his uniform and strode over to the table where he left his data pad. The AI had a soft forest green color to her. Her features contradicted her personality as her avatar wore a light suit of fierce looking battle armor. To Oliver, he found it slightly odd that she chose to look the way she did when her personality was so kind hearted. Oliver grabbed his data pad and began scrolling through the reports.
"Sea Trials exercises proceeding as scheduled. Our compliment of ODSTs and Marines are currently working on rapid deployment procedures, our engineering department is finalizing critical testing of all on board manufacturing facilities, and our crew is undergoing war games simulations on the bridge and throughout the ship. Todays schedule involves a meeting with Admiral Mitchell on the bridge, an operational brief to the department heads, and the oversight of basic combat drills. Several reports have been forwarded to your data pad, and a number of documents await your signature or approval. Besides that, I'd say your day is looking rather streamline Captain!" Josephine said with a delighted smile.
"Thank you, Josephine, alert the bridge I am on my way."
"Of course, Sir."
With that LTCDR Oliver began his journey the bridge. As he walked, he watched his sailors busily go about their day. All would move aside for him as he passed, allowing their Captain ease of access. Oliver was going to have to get used to this new life. He was already somewhat used to it from his time as a LT, but now he was the most senior positioned Officer on the ship. This was HIS ship. The concept was still something he was trying to fully come to terms with, but he was adjusting well. If anything, he would treat his soldiers and sailors as he always had, with the utmost respect and understanding. He came to an elevator, the doors opening for him. To his surprise, his ONI handler awaited him. The man had changed little since they had met, and he still knew next to nothing about him. But he had proven to be a decent man. The agent still wore his signature slippers, brown trench coat, and round glasses that he pushed back as he greeted Oliver.
"Hello, Captain." The man said with a grin. "I was just coming to get you, the Admiral will be on the line shortly, so we best hurry."
"Thanks, Reub." Oliver had taken to calling the man that after his seemingly endless love for the Reuben sandwich. As Oliver stepped into the elevator beside the Agent, he began to give him more thought. Oliver found it interesting that ONI was keeping Reub on the Vigilant with him. It felt as though he was a shadow that always trailed him. No matter where Oliver was aboard the ship, Reub could be spotted lingering in the background. What exactly was this man's purpose? Oliver's thoughts were interrupted as the elevator doors opened to the level they wanted. Oliver and Reub stepped out and began to head for the bridge. "Anything interesting happen while I was out?" Oliver asked the Agent.
"Nothing of too much interest or concern. Weapons and on-board operational drills went as predicted. No issues, although I do find it interesting to watch everyone go about their business. Particularly the ODSTs, there have been a few that I have taken an interest in as of late. But other than that, I have nothing for ya."
"And what of Section III, did they say how long you're stuck following me around?"
Rueb grinned, "Come now Captain, you know I can't talk about that. Besides, if I didn't know any better, it sounds like you're getting tired of my presence."
Oliver was unable to respond to the Agent as they entered the bridge through its primary hatch. Everyone snapped to attention save for the officers currently operating vital operational systems. "Attention on deck!" Sounded the ships XO, LTCDR Hastrup.
"As you were." Oliver responded. Everyone continued with their previous tasks. Oliver approached LTCDR Hastrup, "How is everything?"
His second in command gave him a tired smirk, "All is well Sir, we are proceeding on schedule. We had a few hiccups while you were out, but they have been taken care of. Details have been sent to your data pad."
"Thanks Chris, after this meeting with the Admiral I want you to go get some rest. I'll take the Con."
"Aye Sir. Now let's go say high to the old man." With that, they walked to the forward of the bridge towards the observation deck where a large holoscreen projected in front of them. Josephine appeared on the holotank directly to the right of the screen.
"Hello gentlemen!" Josephine said with a smile. "The Admiral should be patching through shortly."
Oliver was really taking a liking to Josephine's consistent positivity in his short time working with her. She would definitely help with moral when they finally deployed. Looking around his bridge, Oliver took notice that Reub had wandered off somewhere in the bridge, likely behind one of the 2 display walls on the bridge. Oliver knew he wasn't far; the man never was. Oliver took notice of each of his bridge crew, each man and woman performing one task or another vital to the operation of the Vigilant. From coordinating Marine and ODST forces, to tracking patrol craft, handling communications, or ensuring proper navigation. The bridge was alive with the buzz of war games and each member had a role to play in order to ensure success. A sense of pride welled inside of Oliver as he observed them.
"Patching you to the Admiral now" warned Josephine as the holoscreen changed from navigational information to communication information. Admiral Mitchell appeared on the screen.
"Hello Captain." The Admiral greeted Oliver with a small smirk. "I trust Sea Trials are going smoothly for you seeing the around your ship?"
Oliver greeted his mentor with a nod. "Yes Sir, but I have to admit my Executive Officer and command staff have been the ones to make this work."
"A good officer always puts his trust in his senior enlisted and officer staff. They know the ins and outs of what to do, you're there to lead."
"Yes Sir, thank you." Admiral Mitchell had grown to be somewhat of a father figure to Oliver. Granted, he meant this in the sense that the man was responsible for his upbringing as an officer for the past 9 or so months. He was grateful for the Admirals attentions, even if they were initially forced. Oliver had learned of ONIs tampering with the Admirals original plan and was aware that the only reason the Admiral picked him in the first place was because ONI forced him to give up the Vigilants command chair. The Admiral had been accepting though and brought Oliver under his wing to the best of his ability, and in that time they had grown somewhat close in their professional relationship.
"So, what's the report? I already know how we have been operating as a fleet force, and I have to say I am rather pleased. But I want to know how the fleets newest member is holding."
"The Vigilant has been performing well under the stresses we have been putting her through. I think the crew is ready to give the Covies a few new bruises. Ultimately, our manufacturing departments have been performing well although we've had a few issues with the refining of raw materials. As for troop deployment and readiness, I have to say I am impressed at the organization."
"ONI did say they picked the best, although how they determined that is still in question."
"Sir?"
The Admiral merely winked with his left eye, a signal that they would continue that topic at a later time. Preferably face to face. This was another thing Oliver had picked up from the Admiral, ONI could not be trusted. It was Josephine's turn to speak.
"Admiral Mitchell, I have sent you the full reports regarding the UNSC Forever Vigilant for your review." The AI stated cheerfully.
"Thank you, Josephine. I'll have these reports forwarded to the Security Council; they've been wanting a report. I do hope the Lieutenant Commander is treating you well?"
The AI gave a full smile, "I have no complaints."
"Very well. Oliver, I have sent you a new set of orders. Have the Vigilant ready to go in a few hours. We will be conducting one final fleet exercise before we deploy, and I want you ready."
"Aye Sir, we'll be ready."
"Very well. Take care of yourself. Out." With that, the Admiral disappeared and the holoscreen reverted to its standard navigational information.
Oliver looked to his XO, "You heard the Admiral, we need to be ready in the next several hours. Go get some rest before then and be ready to go on the bridge before fleet exercises."
LTCDR Hastrup nodded. "I stand relieved Sir, you have the Con." With that, the LTCDR turned on his heel and departed from the bridge.
Oliver turned to Josephine, "Please ensure all department heads report for the scheduled brief. We have a long day ahead of us."
"Of course, Captain!" Josephine smiled and disappeared from the holotank.
Oliver turned to look out of the observation deck connected to the bridge. To say the view was beautiful was an understatement. With everything underway, Oliver turned to the rest of the bridge crew. "This is LTCDR Oliver, I have the Con." And with that, Oliver waited for his department heads to arrive.
Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long. Before he knew it, Col. McDaniels, LtCol. Kenneths, and a small number of other officers entered the bridge and made their way to the observation platform. Accompanying them was a LTJG dressed in his engineering duty uniform, "I take it that Lieutenant Commander Thompson was busy?" Oliver questioned the man.
"Yes Sir, he and several others are working on one of the reactors, so he sent me in his stead."
"Very well. Gentlemen, I hope things have been well for you on board?"
Col. McDaniels was the first to reply, "Exercises are running smoothly, the way we have everything set up we should be able to deploy ODSTs and perform a complete recovery within an hours' time. Granted, nothing ever goes to plan, but I am confident in the capabilities of my Marines."
"Awesome to hear!" Oliver was delighted at the information. Col. McDaniels had proven to be an invaluable asset to Oliver during Sea Trials. The man had a knack for the deployment and organization of his Marines that would have had Oliver's head spinning. Granted, he did his best to learn from the Marine, as he knew the information to be just as valuable as the man.
LtCol. Kenneths was the next to speak, "I have narrowed down the best of our ODST forces and determined who will be sent in the initial wave of our Operation." He tapped a few instructions into his data pad before ten personnel cards appeared on the holoscreen. "Gladiator Squad remains the best in the unit, although they've had to bring in some greenhorns to cover for losses they took in a recent mission. Without a doubt, they should be the spearhead for our first smash and grab. War Games are running smoothly on the training deck, as we are having the ODSTs face off against larger forces of Marines for practice against overwhelming forces."
"Thank you, I'm glad to hear things are lining up. What of our supplies and equipment?"
This time, a LTCDR by the name of Lewis came forward. Like LtCol. Kenneths, she typed a few instructions into her data pad and several reports appeared on the Holoscreen. "Our supplies of food, ammunition, equipment, and materials have all been stocked and stowed. Vehicles and aircraft are either chained or undergoing maintenance, and HEV count is at full." She, like the others sounded tired. They had been undergoing Sea Trials for a couple months, running drills and conducting fleet and deployment exercises.
"Thank you, and what of engineering?"
"Most of the kinks have been worked out, she's a new ship so we aren't facing too many problems. However, we are running additional stress tests on the reactors, and conducting routine weapon maintenance. The Vigilant is ready for action Sir." Said the Lieutenant Junior Grade.
"Very well, thank you. You've all done good work and I'm happy to see the progress. Now, I'm having Josephine forward you our new orders. We have a fleet Op coming up in the next several hours and I need everyone at the ready. Have your departments ensure everything is ready and make sure that you each take some time to rest beforehand. I want each of you ready to go no later than 1600 hours. Fleet Operations begin at 1630. Lieutenant, please pass this on to Lieutenant Commander Thompson in engineering."
"Aye Sir!" They all said in unison, and quickly exited the bridge. Col. McDaniels was the last one remaining.
"I have to say Captain; I honestly had my doubts when Admiral Mitchell told me he was putting a rising Lieutenant in this position. But I have to admit, so far, I was wrong. And I want to apologize to you personally." The Colonel looked Oliver in the eyes, his words were genuine, and they meant a lot to Oliver.
"It's alright Colonel, I understand the point of view. Quite honestly, I am still adjusting to the new command. And at the end of the day, it's your men who we are sending planet side in each of our operations. I can understand that I am not as seasoned as Admiral Mitchell, but I want you to know that I take your counsel seriously. You have invaluable experience regarding the tactics we will be utilizing and in leading the men under your command. I know we will be able to accomplish our mission." LTCDR Oliver told the Colonel with all sincerity.
The Colonel gave a grin, I'll go pass on the word to the troops." With that, the Colonel turned on his heel and left the bridge. LTCDR Oliver was finally left to prepare for the coming exercise.
LOCATION: SPACE OUTSIDE LUNAR SHIPYARDS – UNSC FOREVER VIGILANT
/MAR-21st-2534 SOL/ 1320 Universal Time/
"Match complete, Gladiator Squad is victorious." The War Games Bays intercom sounded upon completion of the simulation.
Gunnery Sergeant Bowman disconnected his simulation helmet, removing him from the Virtual Reality Combat Training Simulator Program or VRCTSP (Vric-Tisp) for short. He had to hand it to the UNSC, they had really dumped a load of resources on the Vigilant. He looked down at his own personal Sim Helmet that he now held in his hands. He didn't want to know how much any of this equipment cost the Navy, especially since the Marine Corps could barely even afford to update their weapons systems for the standard Marine from the DMR to the Battle Rifle. Granted, his situation changed when he became an ODST. Under ONI, he was typically given the latest and the greatest when there was need. But this was a whole other level, each Marine and ODST was granted personal simulation training gear to allow them to tap into the VRCTSP whenever they entered the War Games Bay. He wasn't all too familiar with the Navy and how they made their ships, but something screamed at him this was ONIs doing, and that this was not the typical Navy standard.
Bowman looked around at the rest of his squad, all that had remained of it after the mission on Titan were Staff Sergeant Martha, and Corporal Goodman who was recently promoted to the rank of Sergeant upon their return. The rest of his squad was made up of new members to Gladiator Squad. They had received a new Staff Sergeant, named Casey Martell to lead the squads second Fire team. They received two new medics, Corporal Lance Roberto, and Corporal Sara Lithe. Additionally, they received four other troopers, Sergeant John Hamilton, Sergeant Mallory Stryke, Corporal Nicholas Baarlaer, and Corporal Cameron Reeves.
The greenhorns were each transferred from other units, save for Corporals Baarlaer and Reeves who were fresh from the forge. This meant the Squad needed to work on becoming a proper team. That was exactly what they had been working on since their assignment to the Vigilant. Everyone seemed to still hold the same sense of awe at the ships training facility that he did. "Good work Gladiator, I've seen a lot of improvement since we first came together as a unit. But we're still too sloppy."
"I thought we did pretty good Gunny. We completed the mission, suffered few casualties, and wiped out the enemy." Sergeant Stryke pointed out optimistically.
"Not good enough. In these simulations, we know almost everything we are about to face. The reality of the matter is even with all the recon in the world, we still won't know everything about the enemy until we face them. We need to improve our Fire Team coordination, that's on me. However, we also need to work on the close quarters and overwatch. That's critical." Gunnery Sergeant Bowman didn't want to take any chances after the Titan Op. Even after countless hours of training, they were still making little mistakes here and there that would result in a casualty. Looking at each of his troopers, he could tell they were tired. They had been at it since 0100 hours today. Bowman let out a sigh, "Everyone go get some rest, take care of business and be ready to go again in 9 hours. Good job today."
The members of Gladiator filed out of the War Games Bay to find some food and rest for the next 9 hours. Staff Sergeant Martha stopping next to Bowman. "You doing okay? You've been running the team ragged these past couple weeks. I get the long training days, but we've been running combat scenarios upwards of 15 hours or more at a time consistently. The team needs a little break Gunny."
"I know, but we are to be deployed onto Covenant home worlds and strongholds soon. We need to be flawless."
"We aren't Spartans, mistakes will be made. But those mistakes are only going to get worse the harder you push."
Bowman glared at his second in command, "I get that, but we need to be at our best."
"We won't be at our best if we can't think clearly! When's the last time you got a solid night's rest?"
Bowman gave a halfhearted chuckle, but he could see the concern in Martha's eyes. His chuckle turned back to a grim look. "I'll get the rest I need, tell the Squad I'm extending their break an extra hour."
Staff Sergeant Martha gave Bowman an unconvinced look before nodding. "I'll get it done, just make sure you get some rest." Martha left Bowman to his devices.
After watching her leave, Gunnery Sergeant Bowman left the War Games Bay and walked to his quarters where he could stow away his gear. He knew all to well he was putting too much pressure on his newly formed squad. But as far as he believed, he was doing his best to make sure what happened at Titan wouldn't happen again. And if it did, at least he did his best to prepare them. His thoughts lingered on his fallen comrades; this wasn't the first time he lost people. But something felt different about what happened there. They had allegedly been given all the available intel regarding that mission before launch. So why the hell was it that when they landed, they were so out of the loop? The enemy's capabilities, the dead ODSTs, their training, and the hostage. Nothing sat well with him about the whole thing. No matter what he saw, no matter how much he believed ONI had sent them to slaughter their brothers in arms, there was nothing he could do to prove it. Then there was Kirks Fire Team, who had been slaughtered completely while watching his own Fire Teams back. Issue was, who did it? The bodies would suggest additional Insurrectionists in disguise. However, the lack of survivors and the swift brutality that came upon them would suggest someone else. Finally, what of the lack of air support? Titan was UNSC controlled territory within the SOL system, making the idea that there was nothing available very unlikely. Had the UNSC just poorly planned the Op, or was it more likely that something else was going on? Either way, Bowman wanted vengeance.
After he stowed his gear in his Non-Commissioned Officers (NCOs) locker, he quickly changed into his shower gear and headed to get clean. He needed to find something to take his mind off of this. Not only was it bad for his mentality and his team, it was bad for his well being. ONI was everywhere after all. With a sigh, he started his journey to the showers. Perhaps he would visit the galley afterwards. He allowed himself a small smile. 'Besides', he thought to himself, 'there are some cute cooks there.'
LOCATION: SPACE OUTSIDE LUNAR SHIPYARDS – UNSC FOREVER VIGILANT
/MAR-21st-2534 SOL/ 1600 Universal Time/
Lieutenant Commander Oliver stood facing the observation deck of Vigilants' bridge, the stars in space dotted beautifully about and a patrol wing of Long Swords flew from beneath. He could see the rest of the 12th Strike Fleet getting into position to begin the final Op of Sea Trial. The majesty of the view imprinted upon his memory; this would be a sight he would never forget. The drill they were to conduct, would be that of an encounter with a Covenant reaction fleet. Should they ever get into the scenario where they had boots on the ground attempting to snatch a high priority target and a Covenant fleet arrive, they had to be able to adapt and react. LTCDR Oliver spoke to Josephine without looking away from his view. "Josephine, sound the announcement of a 30-minute warning until Operation time. Call all involved personnel to general quarters."
Josephine's soft green avatar flashed into existence on the Holotank, "Aye Sir!" She exclaimed with a smile.
"Attention all hands, Attention all hands. Scheduled Fleet wide combat drill shall commence in 30 minutes. All essential personnel are to report to General Quarters. Once again, all essential personnel are to report to General Quarters. Combat drill begins at 1630 hours."
"Thank you, Josephine." Oliver said with a confident grin. Let's do our best today and show the Admiral what we can do.
"Sir, all department heads report that they are in position and finalizing preparations for the exercise." Josephine reported.
"Very well." Oliver acknowledged. This was their final test, the last drill before they deployed, and Oliver was more than excited to see his ship in action. Granted, this was a drill so no live armaments would be expended. If anything, this would be the equivalent to one of the UNSCs most expensive games of laser tag. However, the importance of this exercise was unprecedented. Not only for the UNSC to see that the 12th Strike Fleet was ready for action, but to launch Operation Indianapolis, and to show the Admiral that Oliver would not let him down. He would prove worthy of his command, but for now he had to ensure everyone was in their proper position and that his ship was ready.
About 8 minutes before the start of the exercise, Josephine caught Oliver's attention. "The Vigilant is in position Sir, ready to begin exercises. Also, I have the Admiral on comms."
"That's good to hear, patch him through." Oliver responded, eager to get the exercise started.
The Admirals image appeared on the holoscreen along with the faces of every other ship Captain in the 12th Strike Fleet. "Ah, Commander Oliver it's good of you to join us."
Oliver nodded to everyone in the conference in greeting. "Thank you, Sir. The Vigilant is in position and ready to begin."
The Admiral grinned, "Good to hear. Now as each of you may know, this is the final exercise of Sea Trials before we begin our initial deployments against the Covenant. The drill will be simple, and the Vigilant's ship board AI shall be our host. Her specialty being counter Covenant tactics and Strategy, she will be controlling the hostile fleet and acting as the aggressor. The setting of this scenario, ladies and gentlemen is as follows. We have begun snatch and grab operations on a Covenant controlled planet. The UNSC Forever Vigilant currently has forces on the ground, while the rest of our fleet is running security. Our problem is that the Covenant have a fleet that has happened to come out of slip space while we are in the middle of said Operation. Our mission is to protect the Vigilant at all costs while she recalls as much of her forces as possible, drop a NOVA device, and escape. The goal is to buy the Vigilant at least 15 minutes to evacuate her forces, perfect score is 20 minutes. Any questions?"
The first question came from the Captain of Oliver's former ship, the UNSC Hardline. "Admiral, what happens if we can't hold the Covenant back?"
"Then we will be forced to withdraw the Vigilant and drop a NOVA device regardless." The Admiral replied grimly.
"And if the Vigilant is damaged to the point of not being able to escape?"
There was a pause from the Admiral following the question. Oliver dreaded this question; he had known the answer to it since accepting his assignment to take command of the Forever Vigilant. The protocol was written in the data pad he had been handed during his meeting with the Admiral all those months ago. It was a risk that came with the job, and it was a responsibility he had never in his life thought he'd have to bare. Should the Covenant disable the Vigilant, and effectively cut off her escape. He as her Captain had the task of activating all 4 NOVA class warheads and ensuring their detonation. Any UNSC personnel and craft caught in the blast would be vaporized, and all life on the planet below would be extinguished. Granted, the Covenant fleet would likely be heavily damaged, if not completely destroyed. But what weighed heavily upon Oliver, was the fact that he would be single-handedly responsible for the deaths of thousands of UNSC personnel. He was brought out of his thoughts when the Admiral continued.
"Should the Vigilant be disabled and unable to escape, I recommend you make a random jump to slip space and get away from the system. Lieutenant Commander Oliver has been given the authority, and the task to detonate all 4 NOVA devices should his ship become disabled. I am certain he will do his best to give us time to get out, but ultimately that is his standing orders. It is better that we take out a Covenant world and fleet at the cost of our own, than lose the asset that is the Vigilant."
Oliver suddenly felt as though all pressure had been put on him. The whole fleet was now at his mercy, and they now knew it. He cleared his throat, "I will do my best to ensure that you each have as much time as possible to escape should it come to that." Oliver did his best to sound confident, but the reality was, he wasn't all to sure that he'd be able to make the call when the time came. Oliver mentally kicked himself, if the scenario ever did occur, he couldn't hesitate. Having these thoughts certainly weren't helping. His thoughts were interrupted by his former Captains reply.
"Our lives are in your hands boy. A lot of faith has been put in you."
"I understand Sir."
The Admiral cleared his throat, signaling for silence throughout the conference. "Are there any last questions before we start?"
Everyone in the chat remained silent.
"Very well. Josephine, you have the conn."
Josephine's Avatar smiled. "Beginning simulation in 3…2…1…"
A timer appeared on the top right-hand corner of the holoscreen, and the bridges Navigation Officer, ENS Stacey Gibbons piped up in report. "Sir, we have 20 hostile contacts appearing on screen. They are outside our defensive parameter."
"Very well, have our Long Sword fighters maintain a tight defense grid of the Vigilant and her extraction assets. Instruct them to only engage hostiles that break through the line. Let the rest of the fleet focus on keeping them off our backs." Oliver acknowledge and directed his order to his Combat Operations Officer, LT Mark Asher who replied immediately.
"Yes Sir, instructing fighters to maintain a tight defensive parameter and selectively engage hostile craft."
Oliver watched the contact screen that displayed the locations of every ship in the fleet as well as every simulated hostile that they could detect. True to the Nav Officers word, there were 20 hostiles detected. This was definitely a problem considering their fleet only consisted of 13 ships.
The 12th Strike Fleet was designed to be a small fast attack fleet made to hit weaker targets and withdraw. Occasionally, they would assist with escort missions and conduct anti-terrorism operations against the Insurrection. This was before Admiral Mitchell repurposed them to conduct Operation Indianapolis. Their small size, and pre-existing experience with hit and run operations made them the perfect candidate to conduct the Op. The 12th Strike Fleet consisted of 2 Marathon Class Heavy Cruisers, the Fleets Flag Ship the UNSC Wayward Son, and his ship the UNSC Forever Vigilant. There was 1 Halcyon Class Light Cruiser, the UNSC Hardline and Oliver's former ship that he served upon. 5 Halberd Class Destroyers played the primary attack role of the fleet. They were the UNSC Midwinter, the UNSC Thunderstruck, the UNSC Rising Storm, the UNSC Carver, and the UNSC Little Lion Man. Finally, the fleet had 5 Frigates all but 2 differed from each other in class. 2 Paris Class Heavy's by the names of UNSC Can't Touch This, and UNSC State. 1 Strident Class Heavy, 1 Stalwart Class Light, and 1 Charon Class Light by the names, UNSC Citizen Soldier, UNSC Titan, and the UNSC Highway to Hell respectively. These frigates acted as the fleets primary escort and did well to fill the role. In all, their fleet was ill equipped for a direct engagement with the alien juggernaut. While this did well to serve the purpose they needed, it would make this defense extremely difficult. Oliver kept this in mind as he observed the situation on the battlefield. He had no control over any ship but his own, and his only job was to follow his standing orders. Granted, that didn't mean he couldn't lend a hand. Oliver took in the positions of every ship; he had an idea that could help.
"Sir, enemy craft are launching fighters!" Reported the Combat Operations Officer.
"Very well, thank you." Oliver acknowledged as he studied the display in front of him.
"Sir, the Admiral has ordered all parameter ships to open up with coordinated MAC strikes." Josephine reported to Oliver. "That marks 3 confirmed kills." Three of the Covenant craft disappeared from the screen.
An alarm went off as 3 of the UNSC Frigates, the Titan, the State, and the Citizen Soldier, as well as 1 Destroyer, the USNC Carver were eliminated from the simulation.
"Comms, what just happened?" Oliver asked, keeping his cool on the surface.
"The enemy fleet hit us with concentrated plasma projector strikes!" Came the report.
Oliver shot Josephine a look, who only shrugged nonchalantly. Looking at the timer, the countdown read 15:28 remaining of the starting 20 minutes. At this rate, they'd have to pull back and leave allies behind. He looked at who was where. There was a concentration of fighters coming from one craft, and both the Midwinter and the Thunderstruck were struggling to maintain position. Condition reports told him that they were suffering heavy damage, but they had managed to critically weaken the enemies shielding. "Helmsman turn us to face the hostile bearing 2-7-0 degrees that is engaging the Midwinter and Thunderstruck. Josephine, fine tune our aim and prepare the MACs to fire."
"Aye Sir." Both said simultaneously.
The Vigilant immediately responded and the ship turned to port, angling slightly to bring her twin Mark IX Heavy Coil Mass Acceleration Cannons to bare on the enemy. "In position Sir!" Reported the Helmsman.
"MAC ready." Josephine confirmed.
"Fire One!" Oliver ordered. The "round" was sent out to meet her target, striking it only a second after it had been fired. His idea had worked, as the enemy dot on the screen disappeared, and many on the bridge let out a cheer. Oliver was glad he hadn't fired the second MAC, as he would have then needed to wait for the reload time. Although a victory, destroying one Covie ship out of the 17 remaining did little to even the odds. It only prolonged the inevitable. Oliver began looking for other targets when an alert came on his screen.
"Several small craft have breached the outer parameter! They are moving to attack us and intercept our extraction craft!" Reported the Navigation Officer.
"Get our point defense on those things immediately and have Long Swords intercept. We need another target for our MAC." Oliver replied while looking at the timer; 13:45 and counting. 'Shit', Oliver thought to himself.
"Sir, our Long Swords and point defense are holding them at bay however it appears that several bogies are making for our MACs!" Warned the Navigation Officer.
"Come about to 0-3-0 degrees and target the hostile ship engaging the Little Lion Man!" Oliver ordered.
"Aye Sir, coming about to 0-3-0 degrees!"
"Sir the enemy fighters are closing on our MACs." Josephine warned. Just as she finished, two Long Sword fighters buzzed the bridge, crossing over the bow of the ship. "Hostile fighters… eliminated." Josephine looked at Oliver slightly shocked. It was Oliver's turn to shrug.
"Sir, we are in position!" The Helmsman reported.
"Fire Two!" Oliver gave the order, and the hostile ship was eliminated from the match. Two additional hostile ships were eliminated by a second volley of MACs from the fleet. '13 to go.' Thought Oliver to himself.
"Sir, the Rising Storm, the Can't Touch This, and the Thunderstruck have all been eliminated."
LTCDR Oliver grew tense. This was the point where they should be escaping the system with a random jump. "Begin preparing our withdraw, and ready a departing gift." Oliver reluctantly ordered.
"Aye Sir." Replied the Navigation Officer.
"Admiral Mitchell, Sir. I am preparing to withdraw."
"Very good, all ships begin withdraw procedures. Cover the Vigilants retreat and be ready to enter slip space."
All ship Captains acknowledged the order and moved to cover the Vigilants retreat.
"Josephine, set the portal to open between us and the enemy. We will use it as cover."
"Aye Sir, NOVA device ready to deploy." A button appeared on the holoscreen in front of Oliver reading "End Simulation". Oliver let out a sigh as he pressed it. "Simulation Complete, time remaining is 8:32." Josephine reported, happy in her victory.
"We successfully held the enemy off for 12 minutes and 28 seconds." Admiral Mitchell stated; his slight disappointment apparent in his tone. "Josephine, how much of our deployed ground assets would have we recovered?"
"About 62.33% of ground forces would have been recovered and safe aboard the Vigilant. Leaving about 37.66% potentially stranded and caught in the NOVA devices blast. Our ship casualties were high. 46.15% of ships were eliminated during contact while 15.38% of the fleet was unfit to escape the area via slip space. Total losses would come to 8 warships, or about 61.53% of the fleet. While the Covenant would have lost the planet along with their own fleet due to the NOVA blast. Chance of successful recovery of Covenant VIP comes to about 40%." The Admiral stayed quiet as he took in the report. Thinking it over before speaking.
"Very well, everyone have your ships prepare…" The Admiral was interrupted by a report from an individual off screen. Whatever it was had to be important, but the Admiral showed no signs of emotion and simply dismissing the individual when they were done. "A slight change in plans. All ships prepare for official deployment into enemy territory. Looks like we are going to have to leave port early."
"Sir?" Oliver questioned. He could see the questioning looks on the other officers in the chat.
"I have just received word that an ONI stealth prowler has come across an ideal target. They had observed the target planet for some time and have reason to believe that a Covenant VIP is staying there. Exact locations and details will be forwarded to you directly Commander Oliver. Also, while I am at it. I am officially promoting you to the rank of Commander seeing as you have completed your Sea Trials with the Vigilant. Congratulations Commander Oliver!"
There were nods of approval from many of the officers, primarily his former Captain.
The Admiral continued, "Also, I have one last thing for you. ONI has given us one last parting gift before our deployment. The asset will be arriving to your ship within the hour. Details are in the report."
"Thank you, Sir." Oliver made a mental note to give his mentor a more proper thank you when he got the chance. Admiral Mitchell had seen him through since the beginning, and he was forever grateful for the positive effects the man had upon his career.
Admiral Mitchell then addressed all the ship captains in the conference. "Everyone is to prepare their ships for immediate deployment. We cycle out tomorrow at 0800 hours exactly. I know this may feel sudden to all of you, but this is the mission we have been given. I know you will each do your best in the defense of humanity against these Covie bastards. Let's give them hell ladies and gentlemen. In and out, that's all we need to do. Set timers for another brief at 0700 hours tomorrow morning. God speed." With that, the Admiral cut the feed.
CDR Oliver let out a heavy sigh. 'That was a lot to take in.' Was all that ran through his head before someone cleared their throat behind him. Oliver turned to see Reub standing with his hands in the pockets of his trench coat. He took one hand out and ran it front to back across the top of his balding head.
"You're making me nervous with close calls like that Commander." He said with a slight grin. "I hope you know I'm stuck on this ship with you, and I'd prefer to retire soon."
Oliver let out his own sadistic grin towards the man, "Aww come now, don't tell me a man of ONI such as yourself is getting cold feet."
"Contrary to popular belief, we are but men and women who fight a different kind of war against the enemy. It may not be seen as conventional to most, but it works, and it gets the job done."
"Conventional is one word to describe it…" Oliver let a little bit of his mistrust for the man and his organization slip into his words. He had to admit; in the time he had known Reub he had come to like the man as a person. Granted, he was beyond quirky as an individual, but he was still a good man. But Oliver still held a fundamental lack of trust for the man's motives and the organization he took orders from.
Reub feigned a hurt expression with much exaggeration. "You insult me Sir, I am but a humble man who desires to protect the people of the UNSC. You and I are a lot alike Oliver, the difference between us is our situation and who we work for. Now, I've come to grab you. Our newest asset should be arriving shortly, and I'd like to introduce you."
"Admiral Mitchell mentioned a new asset was being set by ONI, what are we receiving?"
"Tell me Commander, have you ever met a Spartan in person?"