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Alternate Realities - May the force be with us....please!
Posted By: Guardian<thehawaiiandude01@yahoo.com>
Date: 19 July 2004, 9:58 PM
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Authors Note: I apologize, if i'm screwing up with the quoting things or conversations. I have trouble writing conversations.
Above Earth
Station-keeping orbit
Aboard Micro-Mobile Super-MAC Orbital Platform
April 17, 2662
Red lights, and klaxon alarms sounded and flashed. Crews scurried and hustled around the station to get it back up to normal functionality. From the outside look, the armor was scarred black, parts of it slagged from surrounding explosions from the previous battle. The cannon itself was surrounded by technicians replacing battle plates and proper coolant systems needed to keep the cannon from turning into a molten slag from each shot fired. Super Magnetic capacitors were bieng replaced and circitry bieng rerouted from damaged areas to functional areas.
The Corporal at the station overlooking the repairs walked around trying to grasp the situation and was overlooking a Scanning station or sensory station and noticed a small blip appear and disappear on its display. He quickly called a nearby tech and asked him to check it out and to see whether it was malfuntioning or there was something out there. After rechecking calculations many times over, the tech finally replied.
"Sir, there is something out there and according to sensors and the slight amount of info we are getting from it, its pretty big".
"Alright contact that new ship that seems to be the luck of this fleet, since it seems that ship what's its name..." said the Corporal.
"The Remora sir" said the nervous tech.
"Yes that seems to be the ship, locate it, hail it and send it to investigate with two other cruisers just incase its hostile" he finished.
"Aye sir, her captain has aquired the message, and also message has been recieved by the admiral. His ship the Arizona and another frigate the Eden are tagging along with the Remora to see whats going on" the tech said, sounding a bit excited.
Out over space, three battle charred cruisers moved towards the intended area where the sensor blips were coming from. The Remora having taken more damage than the other two ships fell behind as the captain taxed her engines to keep up. After the admiral realizing the situation, he gave the order for the other ship to move ahead and keep on scanning. As that order was confirmed, he slowed his own ship to the pace of the Remora. As he looked at the ship from his side camera feed, it was amazing how such a ship far less armored had survived such a tremendous battle and hadn't fallen apart yet.
Soon the three ships came to a full stop at the sensor blip coordinates. As the engines died or were brought to station-keeping. The sensor blip disappeared and then the Remora recieved a transmition.
"This is Captain Thomas Turner of the U.S.S. Remora identify yourself" and the message ended.
Captain Preston after opening a channel to the mysterious message stood up. He then signaled his communications officer to open a channel to the other two ships, after getting a thumb's up signal as a channel open, the captain spoke.
"This is Captain Preston of the UNCS Remora, its a surprise to know that our ships seem to have the same name. If you wish we can transfer over to your ship to have a peaceful talk about who you are and what is it that your doing here. And if so, then whether you require assistance" finished the captain.
"Another message coming in captain" replied the communications officer.
The captain nodded a thank you to the officer and signaled her to recieve the message.
"That won't be necessary captain, we shall actually accomodate you instead of having a shuttle to ship transfer. Please prepare yourselves for a slight gravity change. Thankyou for your cooperation captain, i hope to have a chat with you personally" and the message ended instantly.
From the windows in front of the captain he saw space unfold as a ship decloaked, but what he hoped for a small ship didn't turn out well. When it finished decloaking , it summed up to be very big, then a bay opened in front of the ship and the new ship envoloped all three cruisers and then cloaked. Causing the three UNCS ships to disappear from the eyes of the remaining fleet and from sensors itself.
Inside the massive ship docking clamps, attached themselves to the three ships and gangplanks were extended to airlock hatches. Once the airlock was cycled it was opened to the interior of the ship. Four figures waited outside, three carrying particle rifles and the fourth in a prestigious captain uniform. As captain Preston imerged from his damaged ship he saw the man he had talked to earlier or he believed it was the man he had talked to earlier.
"Welcome Captain Preston, I am Thomas Turned, as you know captain of this ship. I am welcome to have you, and as i can see your and your fellow captain's ships require extensive repairs. My crews will get right on it, as for now follow me we have much to talk about" he finished and then walked towards a set of doors. The Admiral Haycore, Captain Preston, and Captain McHenry followed suite.
Turner, Preston, McHenry and Haycore entered a room, the guards waited outside. Once inside the four men started to have a quite a long discussion of the given situation and the necessary changes that would be required of the fleet.
Location Earth
April 17, 2662
Continent North America
Central Montana - 5 Kilometers from Reactor Complex
Private Sam Herbert and Zuka Rulnamee ran as fast as both their legs could carry them. A few thousand meters behind them. The Xantari battle group followed, hunting their prey. The two of them knowing that they couldn't run forever, turned towards the rocky hills to their west. Following the calm river they came across a series of caves. Knowing that the Xantari, would come after them regardless, they moved into the caves. As darkness grew more, Sam activated the flashlight on his assualt rifle. Checking the battery charge, it read 56%. It would have to do for now, both of them moved forward, Zuka covering his six, and Sam covering their twelve.
Soon they came to a fork in the cave passageway. As that occured his battery of his flashlight gave away. As darkness settled in, he let kept the flashlight off, and let it recharge. Zuka, luckily having his plasma pistol, unclipped it from his hip. Handed one to Sam, and kept another one on himself. Then Zuka squeezed the trigger gently and held it down, an overcharged orb of plasma formed and was held in place by the trigger. Now an unlimited source of green light they would have until the charge was released. Sam did the same intensifying the light allowing them to see through the cave. On their right led a darker path but on their left, appeared to be a glowing path. Slowly releasing the squeeze on the trigger, Sam dissipated the excess plasma without wasting the power core's charge. Zuka followed his actions.
They both moved together once again relying on each other for protection down the lighted path or what appeared to be light producing. Once they reached the end of the path, they came to an opening in the cave. Below worked hundreds of Xantari, moving objects, and other things to shuttle crafts, some lifted off and departed through secret exits, others entered and landed, awaiting to be loaded with materials for transport again. To the left of the vast room was what appeared to be a reactor different from the Fusion-reactor 5 kilometers behind them. They moved silently down the path without bieng detected before they came to a stop and hid behind a barrel fifteen hundred feet from the reactor. Sam looked for a weakness to exploit to detonate the reactor, then overtaking one of the transports or any one of the shuttles and using it for their escape.
Once both of them were in position, Sam unclipped two fragmentation grenades unclipped their pins and tossed them towards the reactor with all his might. They crossed a mere two hundred feet from the reactor and detonated releasing shrapnel and a cloud of smoke. Zuka and Sam moved forward, opening up with a full burst of assualt and Plasma rifle. Two hundred armor piercing rounds left the barrel towards the targets. Penetrating flesh, and armor. Xantari laborers fell instantly, the guards didn't stand a chance as the plasma melted through their light armor and into their flesh vaporizing and ending their lives instantly but yet painfully. Now bieng closer to the reactor they both turned on heel, and ran towards the reactor. Zuka was the first to reach, but not understanding any of the symbols upon the control panel. He quickly started pushing random buttons any he saw fit to causing the reactor to over-load. Finally he hit the proper key, and reactor alarms started to sound. Shuttles that had just landed started to lift off and leave, leaving behind any one else that worked in this underground area.
Sam replaced his expended clip with a new one, and opened fire again on any Xantari guards or laborers trying to attack Zuka. Zuka himself, then opened up with his Plasma rifle as he ran towards Sam and the shuttled he had commandered. Just as Zuka reached the shuttle a barely alive guard shot Zuka in the leg, completely vaporizing his right leg. Purple blood for a short second sprayed Sam on his armor and clothes, and then stopped. He opened up on the almost dead guard as he went and picked up Zuka. Over a hundred and fifteen armor piercing rounds tore through the Xantari guard, ripping him apart like a lawnmover with grass. Brown blood sprayed the floor, as sparks flew from bullets richochetting of the walls. Sam placed Zuka in the shuttle. He then clipped both of the Plasma pistols of Zuka, charged them to maximum, and released two overcharged shots upon the reactor. Once finished that he tossed the two weapons and jumped into the shuttle.
"Thank you for saving...my life Sam..." the elite rasped as he spoke through his passing phase of his shock.
"You truly are a very honorable and good friend" and then fell into unconciousness.
Sam put Zuka in a chair, and made sure that he was secured with the proper safety protection harness. Then he got himself into the pilot chair, slammed his fist on a green button. The ships engines ignited an overcharged bluish flourocent green color. He took the controls, and slammed them forward. The ship backed into the reactor fast, and caused it trememdous damage.
"Damn inverted control!"
"Really not needed, for this kind of a situation, and i had to pick this one" he finished talking to himself.
He as quickly as possible familiarized with the ships controls and then gunned them, with a burst of speed the shuttle flew through the mountain's or hill's exit cave and out of the underground complex. The reactor exploded with a force of a 56 mega-ton nuclear detonation, causing the Fusion-reactor to detonate as well, expanding the blast even more. The shockwave wiped out trees and everything within a twenty-five mile diameter. The fireball veered up into the sky, pushing the tiny little shuttle to its limits.
Out over in orbit the crews aboard the entire fleet and crews in stations watched the explosive spectacle and also watched in horror at the expanding blast. So much destruction would destroy a lot of life. Once what had been a beautiful Central Montana twenty five mile diameter area, was now a half a kilometer deep crater with everything burned or completely vaporized. Many of the cruisers in the fleet moved away from the expanding blast as their hulls shuddered tremendously from the still dissipating shockwave.
As the fireball exploded into the outreaches of space a little shuttled zoomed by the massive fleet around earth. Travelling at a speed just under three fourths the speed of light. A bluish flourocent green trail of ionized gas sped through the system. Before any sensors could even catch what the ship looked like, it had left short range sensor range and was already on its way out of the system at the moment.
Approximately fifty billion kilometers from the outer edge of the SOL system a small shuttle craft dropped back into real space from a very fast jump close to the speed of light. The two passengers inside the ship had been rattled beyond known imagination, but thankful to the ships inertial dampners, most of the trememndous shaking had been cut down a hundred-fold. Sam after slowly taking of his harness checked on Zuka. The brave Elite was still out, probably from the loss of blood. Which he would have to tend to just in a few moments. After turning the ships around and gunning the engines back towards earth, he jammed his assualt rifle in such a posistion so that, it would take a few hours of work to take it out and stop the shuttle.
He took out a small med-kit he carried with him, then a bottle of bio-foam and tended to Zuka's wounds. Hopefully medics back on earth could flash clone a new leg for Zuka, taking his proper DNA, and creating a new leg so that he could fight another day. As the shuttle left the area and traveled towards earth. From the sensor shadow, three Xantari Super Carriers appeared. Sam oblivious to the situation continued to tend to Zuka Rulnamee's wounds and thought to himself of earth's survival. The Super Carriers slowly eased back into sensor shadow and prepared for a jump to earth to erradicate the Human/Covenant infestation of a planet that they didn't deserve and of that new Inter-phasic ship that had arrived in the system approximately metracs ago.
Sorry for the delay of my fourth chapter. I in a way lost my touch for ideas, and now they are coming back. A good weeks of sleep can do wonders to the imaginative power of the brain. Anyways the next chapter will be posted within the week soon.
Title: Return To Halo
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