The Intergalactic War
By Chief Ratchet
(A.N: Okay people, here is the next update. Sorry about the long wait, especially to the loyal readers and fans of this fic (well, long considering that I update almost daily during the holidays). This is the chapter you have all been awaiting: the Brutes meet the Alliance and the CIS! In combat. Oh, and by the way, the CIS has been waging war against the Alliance for quite some time, so quite a few planets and star systems are under their control now. And all the Spartan twos are on the Divine Blade. That includes Kelly, who was missing in action. So have fun reading!)
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Chapter 3: First Contact
As the silver teardrop vessels exited the realm of Slipspace, all of them stopped moving. The engines were dull, indicating that they were not active. The vessels were also dull, without life, and the plasma conduits were inactive. That began to change soon. The engines fired up, and the plasma conduits glowed a bright blue. Lights flickered and then turned on.
Inside the bridge of the lead Assault Carrier, a Prophet sat on its Hover Chair. The wizened alien looked around the bridge surveying the area of space surrounding the craft and all the others in the fleet. As it looked around the bridge, the hairy, ape-like aliens, known as Brutes, it looked at bowed down respectfully. They had narrowly escaped the UCNC Navy, and the heretic Elites that had joined them. However, the Fleet of Retribution would catch up with them eventually.
Once that happened, the remains of the Covenant Armada they were would fall. The Divine Blade would tear apart the Armada, and would destroy most of the ships before it was destroyed. They lacked the heavy ships needed to combat such a capable ship. So they had to move, before that happened. "Where is the nearest planet, Ship Master?" questioned the Prophet in a low, raspy voice.
"The nearest planet is almost three thousand units away, Holy One." Holy One. It was the only title they would address him as, and the Prophet of Salvation liked it.
"Then proceeded as fast as the Gods will guide us, Ship Master."
"Of course, Holy Prophet. All ships, prepare to move. We will proceed to these co-ordinates, and wipe out the filth that lives there." The Ship Master ordered. Then, as one, the Brute Armada moved towards the planet of Yavin, and the orbiting moon of Yavin 4. A great battle was already raging between the dominant CIS fleet and the ragged Alliance fleet. Unknown to the combatants, they were about to receive visitors, and very unfriendly ones at that.
Meanwhile, in orbit around the historic moon, a fierce battle raged. The Alliance was definitely not having a good day, as more than three quarters of their fleet was in ruins, and the ones that were still intact were beginning to look like a wreck, with numerous holes in the sides in nearly every ship.
The captain of the vessel now in charge, Captain Marcus, sat at the seat on the bridge the Nebulon-B3 frigate the Redeemer, with a worried look on face. The attack had been an ambush, and the fleet was in serious trouble. The reinforcements were now smoking shipwrecks, destroyed by the CIS fleet. All that was left of the Alliance fleet were the frigates and corvettes; all the other ships were gone.
When the CIS attacked, the first thing they hit was the Mon Calamari Star Cruisers and the Imperial Star Destroyers. That meant the most powerful ships they had were destroyed, leaving the weaker ships to be finished off. Even though the Redeemer was the latest in the line of Nebulon vessels, they were still no match for the larger Recusants and Munificents.
"XO, what is the status of the fleet?" asked the captain.
"Nearly all the ships are destroyed. We and three corvettes as well as three other Nebulons."
Captain Marcus cursed under his breath. The situation had gone from bad to worse, and now it was FUBAR. If I am to go down, why not take a few of them with me, he wondered. The fleet is about to be destroyed, and I want to leave a lasting impression, so I might as well take down their flagship. A flagship for a flagship. Hmmmm, not bad. "Navigation, set a collision course with their flagship, and sound the evacuation alarms." He ordered.
"Done sir. It was a pleasure to work with you."
"Pleasures mine, boys. Launch all escape pods that are full or nearly full."
The enemy flagship was the last thing he saw before the light enveloped him and the Redeemer.
With the Alliance fleet destroyed, the CIS fleet moved in to occupy the planet. The destruction of the CIS flagship had reduced the fleet to a third of its original size. Just then, the long range sensors on the ships detected a large force approaching them. The whole fleet turned to engage the new arrivals, and were met with a wall of fire. The plasma torpedoes fired burned through the ships. The CIS ships weren't designed to take such firepower, and most of the fleet was destroyed only seconds after the plasma hit. The few survivors of the battered fleet were met with a second wall of plasma.
As the last remnants of the CIS fleet was burned away, the victorious Covenant fleet moved in and started to circle the lush moon of Yavin 4. After some time, on command, the ships circling stopped and a red glow gathered on the sides of the ships. The plasma gathered then discharged into the moon below. The forests of the moon burned, even as another wave of plasma hit the planet. For the first time in the Alliance history, a planet was glassed by the Covenant, and nearly a hundred and forty years after the first Death Star, the Covenant succeeded in doing what the Empire was unable to do and destroyed Yavin 4.
The Covenant had introduced themselves into the fray. Back to where the Covenant came into the galaxy, another two hundred ships exited. In the lead was a twenty kilometre ship, the Divine Blade. The Covenant could now no longer hide. The Fleet of Retribution had arrived.
(A.N: Whew, another chapter done. This chapter is shorter than the last one because of a time constraint and the fact that I needed to get it done before the connection to the Internet cuts off. Well, the Covenant is in the fray, and the Alliance is going to have their hands full with the CIS and the Covenant. But the Covenant is also in danger. With the Fleet of Retribution hunting them, things are going to get messy in the next chapter!Also, FUBAR stand for F Up Beyond All Repair. Read and Review please!)