UEG May 9, 2552*
Alt October 26, 2001*
(UNSC Zuoriel)
(Charon Class Light Frigate)
(Orbit Over Europe)
The room was filled with anxiety. This situation was highly unusual, given that the European Forces and UN Forces had been launching their fair share of culling operations. Commander William Gears stared down at the holographic table, its hue doing little to comfort him.
The Communications Officer, equally tense, looked at him. "Commander, data has already been sent to the Colonel and Allied Forces down there. We've been given immediate orders to provide all support we can."
Gears nodded, acknowledging the officer's answer. He glanced back at the table, noting that it showed they had an hour before the Beta horde reached Britain. Allied forces were also within that timeframe. They had at least 20 minutes before the Beta horde would reach the European forward bases in Normandy.
Another officer called out, "We have received reports from Longsword Aquila squadron from the McArthur. They're here to provide support. We've also made contact with allied forces. They're preparing for a large-scale bombardment near Essonne, where the Beta is estimated to pass through. They're hoping we can disable the Beta Laser class, Commander."
The commander nodded. "Tell them we're already on it." He turned to one of the weapons officers and asked, "Have the firing solutions been inputted? Prepare all ten Archer Missile pods!"
The Weapons Officer responded, "Commander, solutions have been inputted. The MAC cannon is ready to fire." The ship shuddered as its thrusters adjusted.
Another officer added, "All ten Archer Missile pods are ready for deployment."
Gears turned to the holographic table, showing the Beta beginning their advance. "Fire the MAC cannon. Hold on the Archer missile pods. I want an immediate estimation of impact!"
The Officer replied, "Two minutes. Target is set on the Lux Class Strain!"
Commander Gears felt the ship shudder as it unleashed its MAC cannon, the slug being pulled down to Earth by gravity. "Prepare for a second shot!"
The Weapons Officer nodded, setting up for the next round of slugs along with its solutions.
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(English Channel)
(USS John F. Kennedy)
(Enterprise Class Carrier)
Vice Admiral Charles Stevenson Abbot looked outside of the bridge as he saw the TSFs lunch out of the carrier, A communication officer began to inform the vice admiral,"Vice Admiral Abbot, we got reports from the UNSC Zuoriel already firing on the Lux strain, the allied fleets are ready to Fire on thr beta Sir!."
Vice Admiral Abbot nodded he himself uncertain scene they had already done multiple Culling operations from the pass Years.
The american vice admiral spoke to his subordinate "Understood, Officer Legant order are ships to fire in syhic with are allies on the Beta horde!." He looked to his left as he watched the USS Maine move its Four 406mm guns now directed to the oncoming Beta horde, the Montana Class battleship was ready to bring hell upon the Beta horde.
The communication officer spoke with both excitement and anticipation, "Vice Admiral we have new orders to fire in one more minute!." Vice Admiral Abbot hummed, a minute pass as he watched outside as streams of light all over the fleet ocured
The first once to fire were the USS Yorktown and USS Vicennes both of which were Ticonderoga-class Class Cruiser, the Ticonderoga-class were envlope by a massive white smoke as spears of light went high above said spears of light were the BGM-109 Tomahawk now headed to the Beta hordes with anger.
They werent the only once as he looked to the sky, one now filled with missles and shells from the combine allied fleets from Britain, France, Italian, and More.
Now the Allied ground Forces move to Eure, in Haute-Normandy their they will ensure no beta would reach the british isles.
Beta Horde From Lyon Estimated Losses
100,000 - 43,709
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(Fort Manche,Basse-Normandy)
Fort Manche was a hive of activity. Previously, it had been preparing for a large-scale operation, but now, with urgency, TSFs, tanks, and any available forces were being scrambled for immediate combat.
The UNSC 212th Armored Regiment, 2nd Battalion, E Company, under the command of Captain Falero, was ordered to support a TSF squadron from the US Sixth Fleet. Captain Falero watched as Rafale fighters from a French squadron taxied around, their jump boosters activated as the lead flight took to the skies with grace.
His stupor was broken by Sergeant Dells, "Oi! Captain Falero, we got orders to get the hell moving to Eure."
The sergeant paused, noticing what had captivated his captain's attention. "Hot damn! Look at those mechs, Captain," he said, before giving him a hearty slap on the back.
Falero, now fully awake, looked at him strangely. "Then where's my Scorpion, Sergeant?"
Sergeant Dells simply pointed to the two M808B Scorpions and one M808B3 Tarantula parked nearby. The latter was under the command of Master Sergeant Sigura, who was waiting with another soldier.
Both men ran to their Scorpion, knowing time was of the essence. The Master Sergeant, seeing them arrive, spoke urgently, "Gotta hurry, Captain. We're supposed to be there already, but the damned—"
Captain Falero waved him off as he climbed into the Scorpion, taking the commander's/gunner's seat. His driver, Lance Corporal Cody R. Harred, was ready.
The Scorpion's engines roared to life, leading the way to Eure. Overhead, Rafale fighters soared as they headed towards their destination. The two other MBTs, a Scorpion and a Tarantula, followed.
They weren't alone. A quick glance to their side revealed other allied armor: to their left was a French Leclerc main battle tank, and to their right, a West German Leopard 1.
The combined force moved swiftly, the urgency of their mission palpable.
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(Acquigncy, Éure, Haute-Normandy)
(France)
*UEG May 6,2552*
*Alt October 26,2001*
Brigadier General Broduer Dupont stood at a table overlooking Eure, his HQ established to oversee the upcoming bloodbath.
"Brigadier General, the French 57th Tactical Armored Group is in position!" announced one of the communications officers.
Another officer reported, "Sir, the American 12th Tactical Marine Armored Group has arrived at their position!"
The good news flowed through the command center. "Brigadier General, the British King's Hussars from the 12th Armoured Infantry Brigade are in position at Gauciel," another communications officer added.
A final communication officer announced, "Sir, the UNSC 2nd Armored Battalion, along with the French 15th Armored Battalion and the West German 3rd Armored Battalion, have all arrived at their designated positions."
Brigadier General Dupont turned to his nearest subordinate, his voice heavy with seriousness, "Comms Officer Milard, how many are we estimated to engage, and how long until the Beta vanguard reaches us?"
The communication officer paused, double-checking his computer before replying, "Brigadier General Dupont..." A tick was heard as the man hesitated, causing the apprehension and anxiety in the room to spike.
Dupont felt his own anxiety rising. "Comms Officer Milard, what's the estimate?" he urged.
The officer replied in sudden shock, "The first Beta horde approaching us is about 40,000 strong. Time estimation is three minutes." Some of them sighed in relief.
But Dupont couldn't help but notice the officer's pale face. "Milard, you said 'first' horde," he pointed out, the damning realization sinking in.
The room grew somber with uncertainty. The officer spoke, his voice trembling, "Brigadier General... a second corps-sized Beta horde, estimated at 120,000, has been detected from the Lyon Hive. They are approximately an hour behind the first."
Dupont took a deep breath. "I see. Well then, order all forces to prepare to engage the enemy."
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(Évruex, Éure, Haute-Normandy)
(France)
Captain Falero eyed the Holographic computer right infront of him, showing the Beta Vanguard heading to them, with the Trantula now set up he was requesting permission from the Brgadier general to fire, like wise their allies also would fire.
A ding of confirmation, he watched the cameras as the trantula fired in spite, the beta was still three minutes away from Visual Contact or let alone their own allies range which they out range.
Moving the Scorpians M512 90mm smooth-bore high-velocity cannon as it fired a devastating S1 Canister, along side that were M19 Heavy rockets as they exploaded within the charging destroyers cutting many down as they were distergrated pieces, Yet it wasn't enought to deter the Beta the slightest as they continued their advance.
The Scorpians Turret shook as it loaded newer rounds, its companions doing the same. mean while other UNSC ground elements began firing their own inflicting even more losses to the on coming beta, giving way to astonish gazes from their allied.
And yet the Beta continued on as destroyers trampled their dead or diying comrades, the UNSC MBTs Fired again meeting the Horde with S1 Cannister and M19 Heavy Rockets Blasting the Beta ranks clean, as pieces and chunks of beta destroyer classes were sent flying as they were splashed all over.
Captain Falero could see does explosion even far here, ever growing closer. The scorpian shudered as the Smooth bore High Velocity Cannon loaded a newer round, He pulled the trigger again... and again... and again...
The Beta Vanguard had been utterly destroyed. and yet they advance onwards now down to nearly 30,000. with the bulk of them being Destroyers and Tanks dead.
Yet that didn't stop the beta from advancing into Évruex as sea of red headed their way, the Scorpian Shuddered as it sent another S1 Cannister hurrling in hyper velocity into the The Endless sea.
An image opened in his Visor, of which was First Lieutentant Javon, "Were Receiving orders to engage the beta rear alongside Allied forces!" the man had hastely responded.
Getting only a simple nodded from Falero as he focus on what killing their foes onslaught, one thing he would thank was that the Beta wasn't shooting back.
Allied Tanks Fired in their own ways, as Lerces, Lepard Ones, and British Challengers Engage the Beta firing their cannons with fury.
The TSFs began their own fight along side them were UNSC M12 Chaingun Warthog, said forces moved behind the hordes rear while the fire power target their front.
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(Beta Horde Rear Formation)
First Lieutenant Javon held tightly to the M46 Vulcan as the Warthog roared through the Beta rear lines. He guided the Vulcan, spraying the Beta with 12.7x99mm rounds, each shot sending a deafening roar as they struck Tank and Grappler Class enemies.
He cursed under his breath as he was nearly thrown from the Warthog. Those damn Ants turned out to be faster than he expected, and even more dangerous with their ability to jump. Another Tank Class leapt towards them, but he managed to bring it down with a burst of holy 12.7x99mm rounds, its gore splattering around them, a nauseating reminder of their enemy.
Up ahead, he saw the French TSFs—large, fast mechs that outpaced any they had. The TSFs sliced through the Tank Class with an elegance that seemed almost surreal. His driver, Corporal Coster, an experienced hand at maneuvering the Warthog, couldn't help but comment, "Can't believe we found something uglier than a split jaw!" His voice was filled with a mix of shock and disgust.
Javon didn't reply as overhead, a squadron of F-18Es flew in, unleashing a torrent of death on the Beta rear, providing constant support to the TSFs. The Warthog swerved again as Javon continued to fire, the turret spewing rounds at the oncoming Beta, filled to the brim with Tank and Grappler Class enemies.
A Grappler Class leaped towards them, and his eyes widened in shock. But just as it neared, it was obliterated by a devastating 36mm round from a passing F-18E. The remains of the Grappler nearly crashed into them, missing by a thin margin.
"Damn, don't lose focus," Javon muttered, turning the turret to engage more enemies. He spotted more Tanks and Grapplers trying to snatch the F-18Es out of the sky, only to be met with a hail of 36mm rounds tearing through them. The six TSFs moved with rapid agility, their auto cannons blazing non-stop.
Meanwhile, the UNSC contingent of M12 Chain Warthogs provided relentless support to the TSFs. "Damn, you better get us a drink after this, Captain!" Javon shouted into his comms, spraying 12.7x99mm rounds at the never-ending tide of red and brown.
Cheers of "Oorah" echoed over the comms as the Warthog powered on, trampling Tanks and even somehow a Grappler, which nearly sent him flying. Javon cussed at Corporal Coster as he regained his balance, focusing back on the relentless fight ahead.
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(Aguincy, Éure, Haute-Normandy)
Within the European HQ at Aquincy, the atmosphere was tense as officers and communications personnel monitored the ongoing battle with rapt attention. The situation was fluid, and updates came in constantly.
"Brigadier General Dupont! The 1er Escadron blindé tactique has arrived to relieve the 3e Escadron blindé tactique, which is withdrawing to refuel and resupply with additional ammunition," an officer announced, relaying the latest information.
Brigadier General Dupont listened intently before turning to another officer. "Communications Officer Luis, what's the estimated time of arrival for the Beta's second wave from Lyon, and what's the damage dealt by UNSC forces?"
Luis nodded and quickly responded, "The Beta horde has been reduced by 90%, Brigadier General. The UNSC reports that the Lux Class Strain has spread itself too thinly for their attacks to be as effective as before. The second Beta horde is estimated to arrive within 30 minutes."
"Damn," Dupont muttered in frustration. The Beta were adapting, likely using this battle to assess their new foes' capabilities, which spelled trouble.
"And what about the situation on the ground? Casualties and remaining Beta forces?" Dupont inquired.
Luis tapped his computer before providing the update, "The Beta force has been reduced to 10,000. we have sustained no reported losses from the front, We estimate they will be destroyed within the next 10 minutes."
Brigadier General Dupont looked over the map of Éure once more. A second corps wave was imminent, and this time he might face a much fresher and potentially more formidable force. The prospect of encountering Fort Class units, most of which had been destroyed by the UNSC, weighed heavily on his mind.
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(UNSC Zouriel)
(Charon Class Light Frigate)
The light frigate shuddered as it spewed MAC rounds at high speed, their calculated trajectories assured by a dumb AI, bringing utter hell to its foes.
"Commander Gears, we have destroyed nearly 50% of the Beta Laser Class. However, the Beta spreading out has been problematic. We have also received reports from Vice Admiral Abbot that their own attacks have only been 50% successful!" the comms officer announced throughout the bridge as the holographic table displayed European, US, and UNSC armor contingents.
Commander Gears watched the ever-unfolding battle with the Beta and quickly asked, "Can we send in Aquila Squadron, or is there any other way to proceed without compromising mission restrictions imposed by the Vice Admiral, Lieutenant?" His voice was a tad bit strained.
The ungodly amount of MAC rounds spent was far higher than any other battle, not even during their fights against the Covenant had his ship fired nearly 50 rounds. And god forbid, they weren't nearly as well-stocked as before. He hummed as he heard the lieutenant's response.
"Sir, according to the dumb AI, it's expected that Aquila Squadron might take hits, which is something we cannot afford. However, we can ask the Vice Admiral to radicalize our approach by requesting permission to utilize Archer Missile pods, Sir!"
He knew his answer immediately. "Send an immediate request for authorization to utilize our complete arsenal. Have Aquila Squadron prepare to strike the Beta Horde once Lux Strain is disabled."
The lieutenant swiftly acted, sending the request to the Vice Admiral, who replied within a minute. The lieutenant announced, "Sir, we have been denied access to any nuclear-based weapons; however, we are free to use any other weapons to ensure the safety of the European, American, and UN Forces."
His voice brought immediate relief. The ship's dumb AI began its calculations, providing immediate solutions to the ship's weapons officer. "Calculations have been set!"
Commander Gears turned to one of the communications officers and asked rapidly, "When will the allied fleet fire their missiles?"
His question was swiftly answered, "About one minute from now, estimated impact in three minutes."
The commander nodded as he issued new orders, "Weapons Officer, send in four Archer Missile pods now. Have them release near one thousand kilometers before impact."
The commander received an immediate affirmative from his crew as four Archer Missile pods were sent out of the Charon-class frigate, screaming towards the Beta with deadly intent. The crew watched intently as the Archer Missile pods unleashed dozens of their payloads toward the scattered Lux strain.
But the Beta wouldn't die easily. The Luxius and Magnus Luxius Classes retaliated with heavy beams of energy, intercepting many of the missiles. Still, one hundred and twenty Archer Missiles bore down on the already depleted ranks of the Lux strain. Nearly half were intercepted by the frightening accuracy of the Beta's Lux strain.
As the missiles drew ever closer, they brought with them a taste of 25th-century humanity. Slug rounds continued to strike, allowing the missiles to near their targets with the intent to remove their primary threat.
A resounding cacophony of explosions echoed as the ground shuddered with the extreme firepower brought in one large strike. As the dust settled, all but a handful of Magnus Luxius remained, and soon none did, as MAC rounds pounded the ground with intensity, shattering the Beta horde into a million pieces.
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(UNSC Mc Arthur)
"Damn, A-47 wasn't joking. That reactor really is connected to the Beta main information processing network!" The man exclaimed towards the small blue holographic projection of the UNSC McArthur's AI.
"Vice Admiral, doesn't this prove our theory?" The AI's voice, though monotone, hinted at a note of surprise.
The Vice Admiral nodded, "Indeed, it does. This means their theory is largely correct. My only question now is: can we feed it false information?"
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AN: So New Chapters out for does of you that do actually read it for some odd reasons, now I was originally gonna publish this like two or three days after the prevous chapter but got delayed.
Now lets move on to my apperciate to snipervtk4 in thanks to this lad im able to provide this chapter much more easly the me spending large amount of time in halo fandom searching for the vehicles shown and presented here.
By the way I found a nice muv luv fanfic here in wattpad and I gotta say its damm well great its Muv Luv Through Space and time.
Now good bye see you in the next chapter, do sure give your opinions on this battle did I did it so bad!, or was it good?