The Intergalactic War
By Chief Ratchet
(A.N: This chapter of the story will be about the Halo characters, and in the Halo universe. The two universes will collide at the end of this chapter, and when the next chapter comes up, they will meet.)
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Chapter 2: Another Remnant:
In space, there are two dimensions. One of them is real-space, and the other is the non-Einstein realm of faster than Light travel, known as Slipspace. A portal to Slipspace opened, and out of the portal came two hundred ships, all of varying shapes and sizes and design, from UNSC ships to Covenant ships, and from relatively small corverttes, to gigantic carriers.
One ship stood out from the rest of the fleet. It was larger than the biggest carrier in the fleet, and was easily twenty kilometres long. The ship was the flagship of the fleet, and was commanded by the Arbiter, the Supreme Commander of the New Covenant Navy.
The ship was a Hybrid-class Battle carrier, the Divine Blade, and was one of the three Hybrids in existence. Hybrids were armed to the teeth with both Covenant and UNSC weapons. The Hybrids was a Covenant Assault Carrier in appearance, with a single bulbous section, but inside there was plenty of human technology as well. The Hybrids had the same internal structure of a Halcyon-class cruiser, and had the latest reactor technology of both the Covenant and the UNSC. The Hybrids actually had not one, but five reactors fitted into the enormous ships.
Three of the reactors were the latest in Covenant reactor design, and were used to power the ship's engines. The other two were of human design, and used to power the Divine Blade's numerous weapons systems. The Divine Blade could actually go as fast as a Covenant cruiser, despite its size.
All Hybrids were armed with the latest weapons, and the Divine Blade was no exception. Armed with plasma torpedos, plasma lances (the plasma weapon Cortana changed on the Ascendant Justice), to Archer missiles, the newer Crossbow missiles, to even a miniaturized Super MAC gun, mounted below the ship. The Super MAC was a full ten kilometres, though some of it was used to load the shell and supply power.
Three CCS Battle cruisers as well as three UNSC destroyers flew cover and flanked the enormous flagship of the Fleet of Retribution. Covenant Seraph fighters and UNSC Longsword interceptors flew in formation around the fleet. The Fleet was assembled for one reason: Find and destroy the remaining Old Covenant fleet. The fleet they were chasing after was the last of the Old Covenant fleet.
Onboard the bridge of the Divine Blade, the Arbiter stood and watched as the fleet formed up into a conical shape, with the Divine Blade out in front. On the left chest plate of his ceremonial armour, there was the UNSC badge of Fleet Admiral. It was attached through a magnetic system. He had earned it after saving Earth from the Old Covenant invasion. Admiral Hood had presented to him during an award ceremony, and that was the place where he had earned himself a UNSC citizenship.
"Arbiter? The fleet is ready, and they await your command." The voice belonged to Cortana, the Divine Blade's AI.
"Very well. Give all the captains the signal, and have our escort break off, though have the Honesty and the Hornet stay close. Have the carriers Zeus, Wasp, and Akagi stay back to provide fighter support, and the other carriers to remain at the centre of the fleet." The Arbiter took a pause, and then proceeded to watch the view screens.
"Arbiter! The stealth patrol craft report that the Brute fleet is moving towards an outbound sector, and that they are preparing to make a jump!" The report came from the Elite at the communication console. The report shook the Arbiter from his thoughts.
"Give a channel to all ships in the fleet!" There was no mistaking in the urgency in his tone. The Brute fleet had over two hundred ships that could cause major damage to wherever they were going.
"The channel is open, Arbiter."
"All ships, accelerate towards the Brute fleet! Try to destroy as many as you can before they make the jump into Slipspace! All fighters, move towards the carriers, now! Navigation, push the reactors to the limit, and weapons, charge all weapons, especially the Super MAC."
The Arbiter felt the floor under his feet shift a little. The entire Fleet of Retribution was accelerating to each the Brute ships before the Brute fleet jumped. Cortana displayed a timer on the holopedestal, showing the time in when the Brute ships would make the jump, and when the Fleet of Retribution would be within firing range. The time was alarmingly close to each other.
Finally, they were in weapons range, though the Brute fleet would jump in about thirty seconds. "All ships, pick your targets and fire at will!" The Arbiter ordered into the communication system.
The entire Retribution fleet fired their weapons; plasma torpedoes, MAC rounds and missiles flew into the Brute fleet. Unfortunately, the ships the Slipspace engines charged, and so only a few ships were destroyed. A few were damaged, but not nearly the amount the Arbiter was hoping for.
The Arbiter let out a sigh of frustration. "All ships, return to formation. Power down weapons, and charge the Slipspace generators. Cortana will provide you the co-ordinates." With that, the Arbiter closed the communication channel. "Cortana? What was the Brute fleet's co-ordinates and destination? We may be able to intercept them."
Cortana paused a moment before answering. "The Brute's fleet destination is not on any of the star charts. They're not even in this galaxy. However, I got their co-ordinates. I'm transmitting them to all the other ships in the fleet."
"Good. Then at least we can follow them. Have all non necessary crew enter cyro. Time how long it takes to get to the destination, then wake them an hour before hand." The Arbiter walked out towards the doors. A familiar lurching signalled the fact that they were entering Slipspace.
The Arbiter walked towards the direction of the vehicle bays. Along the way, he passed many of the crew who were heading towards the cyro bays. He almost bumped into a large, armoured form. He stared into the orange faceplate, despite the fact that he was a bit taller.
"Hello, Demon." The Arbiter knew that there were five Spartans aboard the ship. He knew most of them, and could even recognize a few in their trade mark armour.
John-117, or the Master Chief, smiled beneath his helmet. "The name's John. Or Master Chief, not 'Demon'."
The Arbiter also smiled, his top two mandibles separating slightly. "Oh, I apologize, bad habit of mine."
After a small conversation, the Arbiter walked on. Despite being so big, there was a relatively small crew onboard, no more than fifteen thousand, of which eight thousand were Engineers, which explained the relatively small crew size (considering the size of the ship).
When the Arbiter reached the vehicle bays, he stopped and watched as Engineers, Elites, Grunts and humans made repairs and checks on the enormous amount of vehicles in the bay. There were Ghosts, single one man light attack and reconnaissance vehicles, Spectres, a small four man transport with a mounted rapid fire plasma cannon, Wraith tanks, Shadows, larger troop transports, to Scorpion tanks featuring an upgraded 120mm cannon, and a 50cal machine gun.
The aerial vehicles were kept above the ground vehicles for ease of launch, and the gigantic Scarab walkers were kept in a different section. The entire vehicle bay was awe-inspiring, and there were still about five other bays kept across the entire ship.
The Hybrids were designated 'Battle carriers' because they had the firepower of an Assault Carrier, yet had the fighter compliment of carrier. They were designed to be a mobile base that could reach anywhere, and to be a flagship in any fleet. The three that were in existence were commanded by the best Admirals or Ship Masters. The third Hybrid was actually still under construction, though it will be finished quite soon. With a smile, the Arbiter left the vehicle bay and headed back to his quarters. It was going to be a long day.
In another part of space, in another galaxy, things weren't quite so peaceful. The entire area was filled with turbolaser bolts, exploding ships and starfighters dancing a on a deadly path. In the battle were the sinister skeletal shapes of the CIS Recusant and Munificent class light destroyers and frigates respectively. On the other side were the triangular shapes of the Imperial Star Destroyers, and the organic shapes of the Mon Calamari Star Cruisers.
Every ship was lighting up with turbolaser barrages, and the Galactic Alliance fleet was desperately trying to hold off the unrelenting CIS fleet. Though the CIS ships were fairly easy to destroy, it seemed that for every Recusant destroyed, two more would take its place on the battlefield. In the middle of the battle, droid Vulture fighters were flying, and blasting laser bolts at the Alliance and Imperial fighters. The Y-Wings and TIE Bombers were making bombing runs over the CIS capital ships, and X-Wings and TIE Fighters and TIE Defenders were escorting them to deliver their devastating payload. A-Wings and TIE Interceptors were defending the Alliance ships from enemy bombers.
From the bridge of the Imperial-class Star Destroyer Vengeance, Captain Chad Piett, watched as the battle raged on. The CIS tactics were ones he had described as suicidal: they charged at ships, or engaged them at point-blank with turbolasers set at maximum power. However, the battle was taking its toll on the Alliance fleet; many ships had been destroyed when they were ganged up on by multiple Recusants. "Have all batteries target that Munificent." He ordered. The Munificent was damaged, most likely by a bombing run. The turbolaser barrage tore the Munificent apart.
Captain Piett was now concerned; over half the fleet was destroyed, and the enemy fleet showed no signs of being diminished. In fact, it looked bigger than when he had first seen it. "All forward proton torpedo tubes, target that Recusant in front of us. The Vengeance shook from taking another turbolaser hit from the heavy turbolaser cannon of a Recusant. The Vengeance was in good condition, as it had only taken a few light turbolaser hits, as well as a proton bomb from a bomber. Other ships were not as lucky.
"Sir? Incoming transmission from the flagship."
"Put it up on the main screen" ordered Piett.
The main holographic screen on the left of the view ports came to life, and the face of a Bothan came up. The Bothan was the commander of the defence of Thyferra, an important planet due to it being the main supplier of bacta to the Alliance, and the CIS must have realized that. The Bothan's name was Borsk Fenallaya. The Bothan commanded from the Endurance-class fleet carrier.
"All ships, you are to hold position. We have to keep this world under our control no matter what. Prepare all turbolaser batte-" the Bothan's speech was cut off mid-sentence when a Munificent frigate dropped the shields of the carrier and rammed it a full speed. Both ships went up in a solid ball of flame, and the view screen winked off.
Piett knew that they were in a spot of trouble now. The commander was now space dust, and the CIS fleet showed no signs of stopping, when a communication line opened.
"All vessels tasked with defending Thyferra, retreat. Thyferra is lost now. Repeat. This is Grand Admiral Pellaeon, and all vessels defending Thyferra are retreat. Rendezvous at Mon Calamari."
As soon as the line was closed, Piett turned to his bridge crew. "You heard the man. Power up the hyperspace engines, and set the course to Mon Calamari."
As soon as the last vessel had entered hyperspace, the CIS fleet moved in, victorious, and proceeded to subjugate Thyferra. The CIS was advancing.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy, a portal opened and out slipped two hundred tear shaped vessels. The Brutes had just set foot in a new galaxy.
(A.N: Whew, that took the better part of the day to write up. Anyway, the Brutes will clash with the Alliance and CIS in the next chapter. The Fleet of Retribution will come after the next chapter. Oh, and by the way, I will use the term Alliance which means both the Empire and the Rebels. Read and Review please!)