Whoa… crazy fast updates right? It won't be always like this, the last two chapters were written in the weekend and I had a day off from school so I decided to write some more now that the pools of inspiration are still full.

Thank you for favorite-ing/following/reviewing; Spell checker1111, RangeroftheMojave, Granet, Windtalkers1, anothokuro, curlyj and nicklaren.

Thank you SmokeTinyTom for being awesome. The idea of the Machete heavy fighter-bomber came from him. Envision the marauder destroyer from Warhammer 40k but more Halo-like

Enjoy!

~chapter 3~

"Exiting slip space in five, four, three, two, one." An ensign called out.

"Sir we have one contact, capital class, an odd three thousand meters long and wide and around a thousand meters in height/depth. Multiple weapon systems and two large hangars." His XO O'Malley called out after quickly scanning over the sensor readings.

"Get us into view range and try to hail the ship as soon as you can." Andrew told the navigation officer and comms officer respectively and pressed the intercom button. "All hands to battle stations, this is not a drill." He let go of the button and turned to one of the other officers sat by a console. "Get interceptor squadrons Archangel, Eagle, Viper and Daemon in the air. I want bomber squadron Havoc and Mayhem targeting essential systems such as hangers and gun batteries, launch the Machete heavy fighter-bomber squadron Marauder and keep bomber squadron Chaos back for ground operations. Let's get the fighter superiority."

Edward flickered to life on the holo pedestal. "Sir, I'm getting signs of heavy fighting on surface. Most of it is going on in what is probably the capital and I'm picking up on small EMP signs and more enemy forces in a plain not far out from the city."

"Contact the Unbending Justice, tell them to hail the ship and attack if they do not comply. Hack into their systems and get as much info as you can, and only that, you're a powerful trump card and we do not yet know what exactly they're capable of. Navigations officer, set a course for an orbit around the planet. Ed, tell the ODST to get ready and prepare some ODIFV's for them."

"Sir, course plotted, we'll be there in two minutes."

"Good, let's show these fuckers that you don't mess with humans. For the Mantle!"

The captain of the Vutuun Palaa, Daultay Dofine, was sitting in his command chair on the bridge of the large droid control ship thinking why he had been chosen for one of the most boring jobs in the entire fleet when the monotone voice of a droid suddenly sounded over the relatively calm bridge. "Captain, we have detected high energy readings in the system."

Finally something is happening, I was getting bored. "Can you say what it is?"

"Affirmative sir, it seems to be two cruiser class ships. Ship designs do not match any known ships in the database." The droid said.

"Hmm, when will they come into view?"

"Now sir."

And then he saw them; one very ugly blocky ship that was painted black and had some unrecognisable writing and a large predatory bird clutching a planet in its talons painted on it, also with strange writing under it. One thing was certain, this ship was built for one purpose, war.

The other one was more eye pleasing. It was painted dark-blue and was made up of organic shapes. The beauty however, didn't take away the obvious purpose of this ship, to annihilate any opposition.

"Try to hail them, we need to know their intentions." Dofine said

"Sir, we're already being hailed by the right-most ship, the other one seems to be heading for an orbit around the planet. Should I answer the hail?"

"Yes you imbecile."

"Roger, roger."

the image of a large reptilian alien appeared on screen and started speaking, "Greetings, I am shipmistress Kiyo' Mantakrea of the Unbending Justice, you are occupying a planet that is inhabited by a race we have vowed to protect, leave now and we will spare you."

Daultay almost laughed, this alien was demanding of him that he left the planet. "And on what authority do you speak shipmistress?"

Suddenly another image appeared, this time of a human. "We speak on the authority of protecting the people on this planet, we give you one last chance to leave or we will take action."

"And who might you be?" snarled the Neimodian captain.

"Captain Andrew Hallsson of the UNSC William of Orange." The captain answered calmly.

"These people have violated a trade agreement and are now being punished, you have no authority here."

The large alien spoke again, "So be it captain." And then the connection was terminated.

Far in the back of his mind, there was a small voice telling the captain that he had made a great mistake.

"Sir, we are overhead of the city, ODST's and the ODIFV's are ready for drop."

"Launch them, but tell them to keep collateral damage as low as possible." The captain said.

Another ensign snickered. "Sir, I dint think that is possible. Gamma squad is with them."

This put a smile on Hallsson's lips. Gamma Squad was known for the huge amounts of damage they caused on each mission, the only reason they hadn't been court martialled for it was probably the high success rating on all their missions.

"Captain, there are fifteen fighter size craft taking off from one of the central buildings!"

"Are they hostile?"

Ed answered that question, "Negative, they are designated as enemies by the enemy ship. Most likely is that people got into the hangars and are now heading to the lucrehulk."

"Lucrehulk?"

"Ah, yes sorry. That is the class of the large carrier in orbit of the planet."

"Let them be then, but send them a message not to shoot at our fighters, send the same message to ours." He turned his attention back to the city. "Do the ODST's know their orders?"

"Yes sir, destroy enemy forces and free civilians."

"Good, launch in three, two, one, now. Tell Chaos to take off and bomb ground targets on the plains." And a large amount of HEV drop pods were shot into the atmosphere while a squad of seven bombers left the hangars to provide assistance to ground units.

"Alright, launch pelicans as soon as fighter superiority is established. I need troops on the ground. Also get the Scorpion MKIII's attached to their transports and send them to the plains."

Two minutes earlier

Gamma, consisting of five humans, two Sangheili and a Huragok which was affectionately called Squidward that would stay on the ship, was preparing for the orbital drop.

The squad leader, Mike 'Villain' Washington, was checking his BR-552 HL, a new kind of battle rifle that is able to shoot hard light rounds as well as explosive rounds and second only in reliability to the AR-507 R3 series Assault rifle, the rifle both Miranda 'Songbird' Michaelson and the rookie, Gus, used. He looked over to where Rookie was sitting. We'll have to show him how it's done in Gamma. He thought and grinned wildly.

At the same time, Louis 'Turtle' Gerard was filling his backpack with spare ammo, grenades and a whole lot of C7 and C12 plastic explosives. "You do know that the captain gave orders to avoid collateral damage right?" Emma 'Archer' Metford said with a clear English accent while cradling her DMR.

"Pff, you neveur know when you will need explosifs. Don't try to tell moi what to do Emma." The Frenchmen said with mock annoyance in his voice.

A few chirps came from Squidward and Emma reacted, "I know, right? I would have loved to have you with us, but orders are orders. Urban combat isn't meat for someone so adorable as you."

The Huragok squeaked delightedly as he rubbed his head against her shoulder.

"Stop flirting with the biological supercomputer Metford, the brothers are already waiting by the HEV's." Mike said.

Miranda slung a rocket launcher over her shoulder and spoke up, "Do we get the IFV's with us this time?" an ODIFV was basically an IFV, Infantry Fighting Vehicle, that was equipped with a disposable energy shield and thrusters to keep it from melting in re-entry ant to soften the landing, OD standing of course for Orbital Drop.

"Yes, we will. Now get to the pods and strap in, let's show these hostiles what we're made off!"

Gus just rolled his eyes at the 74 year old gunnery sergeant, quite old, but when age expectancy for the average human is nearly 200 years old, still very acceptable in the military.

He sat down and strapped in, seeing his other squad mates do the same, he put on his helmet and awaited orbital insertion. He felt how the pod turned and was released from the ship. The timer started and a synthetic female voice started counting down; ten, nine, eight, seven… He took a deep breath. …three, two, one, drop sequence activated.

Hope ya liked it, sorry to all offended French people. Cry a river, build a bridge and get over it.

Goodbye and may the Chief be with you.