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Alternate Realities - Return To Halo
Posted By: Guardian<thehawaiiandude01@yahoo.com>
Date: 27 August 2004, 2:56 AM
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As of this fanfiction bieng posted into the list, I have returned from the long gone past. After Wado created the new post system, which i thank him alot. I registered to it, and things got mixed up, and i never recieved the mail for starting my account. So from now on, Guardian = Me will go by the name of Shadow, whenever i post comments to your fanfiction. Enough chit chat, to the story!
Location - Outside SOL system
Date Unknown
Aboard Super Carrier - Spritis of Light
High Fleet Commander Room
As the Super-carrier activated its cloaking field, light surrounding the ship bent around it, instead of reflecting from it, causing it to disappear from sensors. The Spirits of Lightmoved with gentle ease towards the small green planet. Its engines flared and the engines shuddering reverberated throughout the hull of the ship.
In the ready room of the Fleet Commander, three biengs stood, two with their hands behind their backs in a tight formation they stood. With bluish-green light reflecting of the floor, fabricating unique shadows of each figure.
"Fleet Commander, the ship will arrive within four thousand metrarcs of filthy biengs' world. Its surrounded by extreme heavy weaponry and approximately four to five thousand ships, of various classes, as well strength. However there is no sign of the inter-phasic ship that was detected 8 solar metrarcs ago" spoke the one second in command
A figure measuring six point seven feet in hieght rose from his chair and fixed his delicate command suit, and then spoke with a calm but serious voice.
"Very well, prepare all units for ground battles, these biengs do not deserve a planet of such beauty. Also prepare medical bays for disection, i want to learn more of these biengs personally at my own leizure. However, make sure that once the Genesis process has begun let nothing stand in the way. This is to be done with upmost importance" spoke fleet commander Kuneski Micranok
The third figure came into the picture by abruptly interepting the conversation between the Fleet Commander and his second in command. With that instance a blue beam lashed out from the wrist of the Fleet Commander, and whipped the interopter across the face leaving a gash. Copper-green blood trickled from the gash, as the interopter was thrown to the floor.
"Do not interrupt me during my conversations ever again. This has been a warning, if you are to ever do this again, you shall find your-self struggling for breath in a pool of yourr own blood" said the fleet commander
The new operative slowly got up and bowed to the Fleet Commander, in apology and receded a few steps and waited in patience till his chance to speak arrived. Till then copper-green followed a path down his cheek, his garment and to the floor tainting it. Finally when his chance arrived he slowly stepped forward and spoke his mind.
"Sir within two solar metrarcs the Genesis fighters shall be ready however, it would be best to remove the cloak of this ship and the other drop back on the far side of the carbon biengs' and deploy the Genesis troops instantly, for once created their life period is three solar metrarcs. At our current speed, by the time we reach the filth of biengs the Genesis Troopers shall have defragmented and dispered into the inter-phasic fabrics of galatic-dimensional space" said the newly oppointed operative.
"Very well increase speed so we arrive in time to dispact the Genesis Troopers, once again for the last time, the greatest journey of our forefathers have begun, and we are here to complete it. Let nothing stand in the process of Genesis" spoke the commander with excitement in his voice.
Location - Earth
April 19, 2662
UNSC Space Command Station - Orbiting Earth
Main Room
Captain Thomas Turner, Captain Matthew Preston, Admiral Haycore, and Captain James McHenry stood, next to the rest of the brass. As the admiral took his seat among the rest of the brass, he assesed the situation and then spoke.
"We are running out of options to defend ourselves from these Xantari attacks, as we speak, we have no idea what they are planning, and we need to be prepared for whatever they throw at us. I am greatly pained to know our bag of tricks is running low. We must devise and ulternate method to deal with this situation, if any of you have an ideas please speak forth your views."
As the commanders thought for minutes, and pondered for ideas that they themselves didn't know, and finally as sighs were released, a young, but daring captain let his voice be heard to everyone sitting and standing in the room.
"Admiral, in my reality, or my dimension so to speak, there were the constructs known as Halo's. Humanity had only discovered one, accidentally stumbling upon it by the famous. Now dead captain Keyes, along with the Spartan super soldier Master Chief-117. I have no idea of what has progressed according to the timeline of Human and Covenant History. But if there is a chance that even one of the Halo's do exist. Then it is possible for us to find a way to locate the homeworld of these Xantari. Once confirming it, we can use the inter-phasic drive of Captain Turner's ship. Which in turn shall open a gateway to their homeworld. Once it is opened we can focus the pulse of the Halo's weapon into it and irradicate all life upon their planet."
Their eyes brightened over the terrific idea, where their chances of survival and not bieng irradicated from history, would be good. But concerning the situation of the "HALO's" it seemed worse than ever, for they had no idea if there were any left. Fourty-five years ago, before the Human/Covenant Alliance, humanity had started a journey on destroying all the Halo's known at that time, and had succeded in doing so, or atleast they thought they had. At that moment the admiral thought over the idea and spoke.
"We have no idea if any Halo's exist or not, we destroyed as many of them we could forty-five years ago. However i shall ask the High Prophet of Truth where he knows if any Halo's do exist till this day."
With that the admiral ended the discussion, and classified the entire length of the conversation classified. Any leak of information would be dealt with capital punishment.
Location - Earth
April 19, 2662
UNSC Space Command Station - Orbiting Earth
Docking Ring
As the two captains made their way towards their ship, they had a quick personal informatin exchange and then made their way towards their ships. Once in them, they disengaged and moved their way slowly towards the front-line of the fleet. The UNSC Remora charged her MAC capacitors and made ready to fire, unlocked all safties for her Archer missle pods, and armed her remaining two Shiva Nuclear Warheads. As he was about to go back to his quarters, his ship was hailed by the admiral, he turned around and then asked his com officer to open the channel.
"Captain Preston concerning your idea of the Halo's through the information banks of the Covenant we were locate Halo, or suffice to say the only one surviving. The problem, now, is that it lies deep inside the core territory of the Covenanat. Knowing the situation and to brief about it as well. The area is moderately occupied with a Xantari pressence, which comes to the mission that is about to be handed to you. In the ability to complete your idea as a mission, we shall grant you eighteen Covenant Battleships, and fifty-four human cruisers which have been reformatted with Plasma and Xantari Technology, weapons, etc. You leave immediately before the Xantari realize whats going on, as of now every soul in this system wishes you the best luck with their heart. Godspeed my friends, and i shall see you once more on the other side" with that, the transmition ended, and seventy-two ships moved forward from the fleet prepared for Slispace and charged their engines.
As the fleet prepared to jump, the U.S.S Remora joined the fleet bringing the number to seventy-three. The U.S.S Remora moved in front of the fleet and opened up a bluish web of energy, it attached itself to the seventy-two ships behind it and dragged them forward with ease. Then ahead of it, a bluish-green gateway appeared infront of it, the seventy-three ships moved into it and disappeared from known sensors.
The tech's crews and the captain looked out the main window, to see stars zip by unimaginable speeds and then disappear, as a void of gaseous nebulae and planetary bodies appeared outside of the interstellar pathway. They also blurred by, and were replaced by other planets as well. With each view, each planet had its own defenses and biengs upon them, thousands of these civilizations blurred past.
Soon the fleet arrived to what appeared to be a central hub, a void of open space, where millions of slipspace matricies opened and closed, as the passed through the hub towards their destinations. A station appeared in the void of space. The U.S.S Remora docked with it, and within a matter of minutes it disengaged, and moved towards a point in the hub, where a inter-phasic slipspace matrix opened up and the rest of the fleet moved with the other Remora into it and continued on their journey.
Location - Planet Purity
Secondary Location - Ringworld Halo Installation 001
Date Unknown
Forerunner Installation - Control Room Entrance
Fleet Commander Keneski Ninorka stood before the massive control room entrance. He spoke his thoughts out loud for his team to hear.
"If these biengs known as the Forerunner existed, i would pledge my life to serving them in any means they require my help. These biengs are said to be the great creators, who came to this universe three million Solar cycles before the dawn of the filth civilization" he spoke slowly, looking up in amazement.
"Today we shall gather information from the databases of this construct and see what more we can assimilate to expand our knowledge, however there may be defenses. All units arm your phase rifles and prepare for battle if any is to occur and victory shall be ours" with that he moved forward, the doors parted and his team followed and disappeared into the bowels of the structure.
Location - Planet Purity, Installation 001
April 22, 2662
Inter-phasic matrix exit
Three million kilometers from Ringworld
Seventy powerful warships exited from their journey, only to find a Xantari cruiser in orbit, at that moment's notice, the UNSC Remora opened fire with her weapons already running hot. Four MAC shotgun like rounds left the cannon and impacted upon the cruiser, with each round impact, it shattered and spread the damage across the ship. Round after round damage splashed across its shields draining them persistantly. Not yielding to the fire, the shields hold.
The cruiser, not knowing the attacker comes about to face its opponent, to find a fleet of 72 ships bearing down upon it, with the inter-phasic ship leading the fleet. Just as the ship attempts to hail for re-enforcements, its communications become jammed, and four anti-matter torpedoes speed towards it. Upon impact, the charges detonate, the antimatter spreading across the ships shields, energy fields made out of matter react with the antimatter. Detonating and releasing radiation at lightspeed, the shield's flare and desperately try to hold, but fail in the end. Finally as the shields die, twelve ships open up with archer missiles, sending a fury of one hundred forty-four streaks of yellow and white upon the cruiser. The missiles' impact in a hellfire, and open up the ship's hull. Metal melts and slags within seconds. The reactor, unable to survive the impacts, redlines, and detonates.
Greenish light is released from the stern end of the ship followed by massive plates of half molten battle armor, bieng ejected from the explosion. A white light blinds all who are watching, followed by a shockwave that rocks the ships and sends crew tumbling forward. Very few are critically injured, and many have cuts and bruises. As the momentary blindness dissipates, they watch in awe as nothing remains of the cruiser, besides free floating molten and resolidified battle plates. Each of the Human/Covenant ships are hailed by the U.S.S Remora.
"I believe we have lost the element of surprise by the tremendous explosion, as off now, prepare your ground teams and dropships, our sensors indicate there are approximately, three hundred Xantari forces searching the ringworld, for fragments of technology. I wish you all the best of luck, and Godspeed" captain turner, ended the transmition thought to himself, hoping this operation would work. With the homeworld out of the way. His resistance fleet which the others knew nothing about could attack the remaining major outposts of the Xantari, and cornering them into a final stand. The price was great and the guilt of annihilating a species was greater. However the price for letting such a species slip from one's grasp was far more dangerous than annihilating it.
Above the ringworld, over a hundred Pelican/HEV/EDP(Elite Drop Pods)/and Phantom Dropships were released to be sent to irradicate the Xantari threat. Within one of the Pelicans was the greatest hero of all time, within the Sanctuary's Planet History. He was known as the Master Chief, Spartan-117. Carrying more experience than every man, woman, and Covenant forces put together. He would be leading the assualt on the control room, once again.
This would be the greatest fight to go down in the history of this new Earth, he had visited. Covenant/Human alliance, plasma and Super-MAC batteries surrounding Earth. John for once though, it doesn't matter what happens here, we need to get back to our reality, earth cannot die, no matter what, it cannot die.
Dropships' landed and troops unloaded, only for some to be met by heavy phase rifle fire, tens of troops dropped instantly, blood spraying the metal and ground behind and below them. Dropships' exploded in a fire of molten shards and plasma. While other's bieng better off, a few survived the attack, and managed to crash land, farther away. As for Spartan-117's team, they landed at the control room. Four hundred meters from entrance of the control room. Having his shield system upgraded to block phase rifle technology, he was in a way impervious to the energy that would kill others, by passing through their armor, and re-materiallizing within their bodies, vaporizing them from the inside out.
He moved forward, holding his battle rifle, safety thumbed off. A full clip of plasma coated bullets awaited anything that dared to open fire on him. He found the group of thirty Xantari forces at the control room. Cortana for once was with him all the way through instead of the last time, where he was off alone in the library fighting off the flood without her help. The shock of his life had occured there, when a infection form had managed to inflict damage across his flesh. Thankful to her assistance he was here, but today, he wouldn't let her go again without a fight.
He saw what appeared to be a commander of the forces , telling them to spread out and watch for defenses. The commander bieng oblivious to the situation, knew nothing that was to occur. The Master Chief, scoped in on his head, and opened fire with one round and watched. The round impacted upon its armor, the plasma also impacted splashing across its armor, melting it away instantly. The commander of the xantari forces fell forward with its armor turned to slag. The chief exhaled hoping it was dead, but to his surprise it rose up and its forces covered him, saw the chief and opened fire upon his location and the chief's team's location as well. Metal exploded as did glass, rock and lighted power sources.
The Chief pulled back to keep his shields intact, when the firing died down. He primed a plasma grenade and send it towards the enemy. As the fuse of the plasma grenade hit 0, the chief opened up with his SMG's and ran forward. So did the Covenant and human troops. Plasma fire and plasma coated bullets formed a wall of death as it impacted upon the Xantari, their armor melting away upon the splash damage created from the plasma. Searing and burning through their flesh. As many rifles overheated and clips spent, the enemy lay at their feet, mostly vaporized with charred remains, of armor, and flesh.
One Xantari trooper survived and opened up on the Human/Covenant forces killing them like flies, and then died from massive blood loss, the chief turned around to find two elites and one human surving, with shock he opened up once again on the dead Xantari trooper, and expended the clip in fear. He quickly regained control, dropped the clip slammed a fresh one home and moved forward signalling his remainder of a team to move with him...
to be continued.
I was writing a lot of this because, it appears that i am overdue with my fanfic. I apologize to readers for the first part to be dull. I hope that my writing has improved, if not i apologize. School is nearing as SAT's approach upon junior year, i am trying to utilize any available time to write my fics. I am hoping to post another one soon.
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