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Human Colinization by Spartan-507
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Human Colonization Part I: Jovian Moon Campaign, Ch.1
Date: 17 January 2005, 6:13 PM
(Note: this story has nothing to do with the covenant, the spartans or anything else that took place in or around 2500. The story is about pre-outer solar system human history, as recorded in the human timeline on this site.)
Washington D.C.
Earth
February 7, 2160
18:13 Hours
General Marcus Admarand of the United Nations Colonial Advisors (UNCA) made his way to the Oval Office. He was on his way to meet with President Nicholas Schwimmer. He approached the doors, straightened out his uniform, and entered. "Good morning, sir."said Marcus as he saluted the President. "Please be seated, General. I assume you know why you are here." 'Sir, you brought me here to discuss how we are to handle the Frieden movement on Jovia." The president responded, "As usual, general, you are correct. This movement is becoming increasingly hostile, going as far as kidnapping and executing top officials of the UNCA. They demand that we take action now to stop yet another movement, the Koslovic movement. As far as I'm concerned, we're not dealing with a movement anymore. We're dealing with a terrorist organization." "Sir, I suggest that we put a heavier military presence in and around the colony. That way, if they attack, we can strike them down quicker than we did Santa Anna at the Battle of San Jacinto." "Well, General, the Marines haven't been deployed that far. Jovia can use it's own army. I for one am not going to send my men out to fight for a colony they don't even live in. I'm sorry, but your suggestion has been denied.'
Hikapar City
Io
Jovia
March 13, 2160
23:18 Hours
Ensign Mark Patterson gripped his gun tightly as he saw a truck pass by the UNCA Alpha Base for the fifth time. "Hey sir", called out Patterson, "that vehicle has made five trips around the complex. I think we should stop it and redirect it." Sergeant Ken Gorgan nodded and called in the situation. "This is Sergeant Gorgan from Security Outpost 4. We have a suspicious vehicle that has been circling the complex multiple times. Requesting permission to question driver. Over." The response was almost instantaneous. "Permission granted." As the truck drove by for the sixth time, Ensign Patterson approached the driver's side. He motioned for it to pull over. It did so. He tapped on the tinted window. It rolled down and Patterson asked "Sir, license and registration please." The man reached into his jacket and pulled out a magnum. Before Patterson could react, the man blew half of his face away.
Ken heard a loud bang and saw Patterson slump to the ground, a huge whole replacing his mouth and nose. "Man down! Man down!" yelled Ken into his radio, and then he fired his GO3-Q (a descendant of the M4 with auto zoom, thermal and motion sensors, and grenade launcher) at the truck. As shredder rounds ate away at the back compartment, the truck backed up, and faced Ken. As Ken fired his gun at the windshield, the driver accelerated, allowing the truck to careen right into Ken. After impacting Ken, it rammed through the gates of the complex and exploded with the force of a ten-megaton bomb. The entire complex was destroyed.
Dropship Inbound Towards Drop Zone Above Frieden Terrorist Camp
89 Miles West of Hikapar City
March 17, 2160
01:09 Hours
After the attack on UNCA Alpha Base, a video recording of Frieden leader Giovanni Aloyatti appeared on vids and holos all over the solar system. "The attack on the UNCA was regrettably necessary. Until they decide to stop the Koslovics, we will not stop our attacks." Aloyatti, whose last known location was on the Erusian continent on Mars, had made his point perfectly clear. But the UNCA would still not take affirmative action against the Koslovics until they became hostile.
In response to the attack on UNCA Alpha Base, the UNCA sent in the BlackOps group Unified Victory to take out a known Frieden stronghold. As the dropship neared 14,000 feet above the base, Private First Class John Frederickson rechecked his gear. One GO3-Q rifle, eleven fragmentation grenades, five flashbangs, three C-4 charges, and a Tactical Operations Uplink Helmet (TOUH). The TOUH was a new kind of helmet that just passed field-testing. The helmet was a standard mold, meaning it didn't cover your face. But it did cover the rest of your head with .5 inch armor plating. It also featured two mikes, each on either side of your mouth, but no sticking out like all other helmets. It also featured a Mission Record Log Recorder (MRLR). The MRLR recorded your mission, but the quality was horrible. You couldn't make out faces or anything written down unless you directly uploaded it to it. The last feature was that the MRLR featured a direct uplink to recon satellites over the area. Frederickson also had on the standard armor on. .4 inch iron plating on almost every part of his body except his feet, hands, and sides (of his torso).
"Alright, we're currently at 14,000 feet. Grab your gear and jump."squawked in the pilot over the com. Frederickson strapped on his parachute, and held on to the metal gratings over head. As the back of the dropship split open, the air blew in so hard John almost lost his grip. He made his way to the very end of the ship and let go. As he free fell towards the surface, he looked down at the area he was jumping into. It was very secluded, nestled in between a mountain and a lake. It was inside a forest. A huge airstrip for the dropships stretched out of the forest for at least a thousand feet. The objective of the mission was to plant three remote beacons around the camp to signal in the bombers. The secondary objective was to gather as much intel as possible. As he neared 6,500 feet, he pulled the ripcord and set the chute free.
01:23 Hours
After the team landed and regrouped, they started their trek towards the camp. Sergeant Gabriel Mendoza watched their six, while Frederickson led the squad through the dense forest. After about nine minutes of continuos walking, John's motion tracker detected four hostiles thirty meters away. He held up his fist, signaling for them to stop. He brought up his GO3-Q, activated the thermal scope, and took aim at the nearest hostile. A crack resounded through the air as the bullet penetrated the enemy's diaphragm, causing him to choke to death in his own blood. The remaining three, now aware of the squads' presence, raised their guns and fired. But by that time, the squad had already relocated, and fired a round into the man's chest. One of them attempted to call it in, but was interrupted as a frag blew his body to fleshy ribbons. The last man attempted to run, and was rewarded with a bullet to the head. The group reformed their circle and continued on.
Adolfo Rosana swore he heard gunshots as he made his routine patrol around the camp. He switched his gun's fire mode to auto and gripped it tightly. Something was out there. He was sure of it.
As he kept walking, he heard a twig snap. He looked to where the sound originated, but found nothing. He then resumed his course. The last thing he ever heard was the snapping of his own neck.
The team had made it just outside he camp. They sat high on a tree, scoping out the place. "Alright", reported the Sarge, "we've got a shit load of men down there. Try not to arouse too much attention. I've counted fifteen machine gun turrets but there's bound to be more. Be prepared for anything. Alright, let's move out." They quietly climbed down the spruce tree and took on the prone position. Only one member stayed in the tree, their sniper, Corporal James Emmanuel.
The squad quietly made their way to the nearest structure, a bunker of some sort. As soon as they reached it, they put their backs against it, loaded a frag into the launcher on their guns, and moved out. John spotted a group of five men standing around with their guns resting on their shoulders. One of them was wearing an ammo belt Poncho Villa style. John couldn't afford to shoot at them, because they were practically underneath one of the turrets. He brought his snuck back to the bunker and checked the other side. All clear, except that if they tried to cross the area, they had a huge chance of being spotted. The nearest building was three hundred yards away. They needed a distraction. Frederickson keyed his mike and said "Black Cobra to Eagle Sight. Come in Eagle Sight. Over." 'This is Eagle Sight, Black Cobra. What's the problem?" "We need a distraction. Do you see any explosive containers?" James replied, "Yea. Want me to put on a fireworks display?" "Sure do."replied John. The explosion came almost immediately. The five men and the man on the turret all turned to face the explosion. This was their chance. Crouch running, they made their way to the other building. But it wasn't all clear. When they arrived, they came face to face with a guard dog.
Before the dog could even open it's mouth, John knocked it over the head with his GO3-Q. It slumped to the floor, unconscious. "That was close."whispered Lance Corporal J.T. Everett. John then noticed that the building was a hangar for their dropships. He placed one remote beacon on the wall and activated it.
After about fifteen minutes of having infiltrated the camp, they arrived at what looked like the main computer access terminal. Of course, it was heavily guarded. Three manned turrets, fifteen footsoldiers, and one Puma (a Warthog type vehicle). They needed to get in there to gather intel. But it was going to alert the whole camp when they did so. Oh well. Orders were orders. The biggest threat was the Puma. J.T. raised his rifle and fired the grenade directly at the front. The grenade impacted the front, causing the Puma to explode and fly through the air, flipping end over end before crashing into a group of soldiers too stupid to move out of the way. The three turrets veered toward them and opened fire. Sergeant Mendoza was shot 34 times before falling to the ground. As the constant rata-tat-tata of the turrets went off, the men surrounding the terminal also attacked, but not as efficiently. J.T. loaded up another grenade, took aim and recited a famous line from an old movie, "Say 'ello to my little friend!" Seven of the men were thrown upward and came crashing down, breaking whatever bones were still intact. The other men started to fall back, as the turrets quickly made their way to J.T. The shots severed his right arm. As he fell, John pulled him back to avoid further shots. He then fired a grenade at a turret. Pieces of it came raining down on the nearest turret, and a long piece of metal impaled the man operating it in the head. John then opened up on the last turret, killing the man.
Now more reinforcements kept pouring in. John raised his arms up in the air and dropped his weapon. The Friedens thought he was surrendering, but what he was actually doing was signaling for James to fire. The first crack came, and one of the men fell. The others turned, and one by one they all fell. John scooped up his weapon and fired upon the other soldiers. "This is Eagle Sight. You have four Spider tanks currently inbound. ETA four minutes." Four minutes wasn't enough time to gather intel, but he would try. "Hey, Abe, c'mon, go inside and download as much as you can, as fast as you can!" Abraham Zirgucese ran inside, attached his PDA to the main terminal, and started downloading. "I need at least five minutes to get everything. Try to buy me that time."yelled Abraham. "Shit. Alright, I'll try, but I ain't makin' any promises!"screamed John. Three minutes had gone by, and already John could hear the tanks moving in. He knew he was screwed. The first tank turned the corner.
Human Colonization, Jovian Moon Campaign Ch.2
Date: 21 January 2005, 11:03 PM
Frieden Terrorist Camp
89 Miles West of Hikapar City
March 17, 2160
01:58 Hours
John's shots bounced harmlessly off of the Spider's armor. The tank's machine gun started spewing out bullets at him, but luckily for John, the turret moved too slowly. He decided he would have to get up close and personal if he wanted to take out this tank. He ran straight at the tank, jumped onto the hatch and pulled it open. With one shot to the driver's skull, the tank was no longer a threat. But the other three would be. He pulled the driver's lifeless body and unceremoniously dumped it. He jumped in and took control. As the second take rolled around the corner, he noticed that it wasn't taking aim at him, but at Abraham inside the terminal. John aimed the turret at the driver and fired. The enemy's turret flew up into the air. The driver, somehow still alive, tried to crawl out. As he did so, the turret landed right on top of him. Then he felt his tank vibrate violently and noticed that the third tank had managed to shoot him, damaging the main turret. Frederickson used the machine gun and ripped holes in the driver's body. The fourth tank rolled around, but it was facing something other than Abraham and John. It was firing at a tree. The same tree James was in. The tank's turret fired, and the top quarter of the tree came toppling down, the other half completely obliterated. This distraction proved valuable, because John was able to kill the driver without any problems.
"Eagle Sight, come in." Only static filled the come. "Eagle Sight, come in!" No response. John knew James was dead, he just hated to admit it. They had been best friends since the third grade. "Ok John, I'm done uploading everything. Now let's get the hell out of here!"yelled Abraham. "This is Private Bill Dufrane. The other two beacons have been placed. Extraction point at coordinates fifty-one degrees north, twenty-three degrees west. Over." John replied as he stepped out of the tank, "Roger that." Abraham then noted, as he looked at the map on his MRLR, "That's only half a mile from here. Let's go for it." John was just about to leave when he remembered J.T. His arm was now bleeding at a slower rate, thanks to the shirt he wrapped around it. He was unconscious, though. John took out his first aid kit and injected J.T. with a wake up stimulant. J.T.'s eyes opened very lazily as he said, "Morning already?" J.T. always tried to joke when things were looking bad. "Cut the crap, J.T. C'mon, on your feet."grunted John, as he grabbed J.T.'s remaining arm and put it behind his neck. The trek to the extraction point was gonna be a long one, but they would make it. Or so John thought.
When they were one hundred yards from the extraction point, two Puma's rolled out, chainguns blaring. John threw J.T. behind a crate and loaded up another frag into his GO3-Q. He fired at the wheel of the first Puma, causing the driver to be killed, and making the car careen into a stack of explosive barrels. The men screamed as their flaming bodies were vaulted trough the air. His squad was only a hundred feet away now, so they might just make it. The dropship had already picked up his squad, and was now heading toward Abraham, J.T. and himself. Then the second Puma resurfaced, and shot at the dropship, called a HR-457 Blitzkrieg. The dropship fired its missiles, blowing the vehicle to hell. It then changed course and came toward the remaining men. But by that time, Frieden forces were all over them, shooting at them, throwing grenades etc; By the time the dropship got there, John had three bullets in his leg. But that wasn't gonna stop him. "We're not gonna stop the ship, so try to jump onboard. As it passed (it was going at a reasonable speed for jumping onto) John threw J.T. onboard and Private Dufrane caught him. Abraham then jumped and grabbed hold of the ramp, and pulled himself up. As John jumped up and grabbed hold of the ramp, a bullet hit one of his arms, causing him to loose his grip. John fell from the dropship, which was now at an altitude of twenty- five feet.
John landed with a thump and a crack as both his legs broke. The dropship started to lower itself to pick him up, but he yelled into his mike, "No, go now, before the bombers get here!" The pilot listened, and flew away. Around the same time it flew away, the bombers arrived. The explosions got closer and closer to John. He closed his eyes. Even with his eyes closed, he could still se the light from the explosions. That was the last thing he ever saw.
UNCA Washington
In Orbit around Io
Jovia Colony
April 14, 2160
19:46 Hours
Captain Frank Kingsley looked out the viewport of his ship. It had taken him four weeks to fly to Jovia from Earth, but he was finally there. After the first battle of UNCA forces against Frieden forces on March 17th, many more were fought on the ground and in space. The UNCA had only lost one ground engagement, and two space skirmishes. He was sent hear by General Admarand as part of a Frieden search and destroy task force. He was currently investigating the last known location of the Frieden cruiser, Peace and War. So far he came up empty handed. Then, by pushing his searching frequencies to the max, he picked up this communication: "Non preoccuparsi. Essremo di ritorno presto. Siamo giusti si assicurando che non prendiamo avvistato da questo scumbags di UNCA. Sopra." Kingsley didn't know Italian, but his ship's translation software did. These words scrolled along the viewscreen: Don't worry. We will be back soon. We are just making sure that these UNCA scumbags don't sight us. Over. He commanded his pilot to head in that direction.
After forty minutes of heading towards the origin of the communication, they found the ship. It looked just like any other standard UNCA ship except that it was painted jet black. As soon as it noticed them, it launched several X-02 fighters (a precursor to the Longsword). The Washington reciprocated in kind, launching its' entire battalion of X-02's. The X-02's were a now infamous aircraft, thanks to Gregory Keyes, a pilot who had flown it during his entire campaign in the Erusian wars on Mars in 2123. He won the war with that plane. The two groups of X-02's flew towards each other, each group peppering the other with missiles.
Colonel Henry Longenston switched to his XLAA Long Range missiles and fired. Out of the twenty he rapidly fired, fourteen made contact. Now, only four Frieden X-02's remained. As Henry pursued them, he saw a very large, ovular object 1500 kilometers away. Without warning, it glowed a hellish red, and consumed both groups of jets.
Captain Kingsley watched as the nuke exploded. Damn, he thought, all those good men. The Peace and War then fired its main weapon, a MAC gun, and tore through the Washington like a knife through butter. "Report!" yelled Kingsley. "Sir, hull integrity is 23%. Decks twelve through eighteen breached. Decks nine through eleven compromised." 'Ok, fire the MAC gun right at the middle. That's were their reactor lies."ordered Kingsley.
Alfons Guglayutti sat at the controls of the MAC gun and fired at the UNCA ship. The MAC gun was usually a weak weapon, but when aimed at the right place, plus with the extra velocity from the ship, it could do some damage. He was just about to fire again when he saw the Washington fire its MAC gun, he watched the bright yellow-green projectile cut a path through space, and felt it impact on the cruiser. Then the Peace and War shook violently and lost power. The only source of light was a bright yellow light that seemed to be coming from behind him. He realized what had happened just as flame ate away ate his skull.
The Peace and War became a momentary sun, and then faded away. All that remained of the ship was billions of pieces of molten metal. "Good job, crew, good job."said the Captain.
Human Colonization, Jovian Moon Campaign Chapter 3
Date: 3 April 2005, 2:19 AM
UNCA Headquarters
Sydney, Australia
Earth
April 16, 2160
12:12 Hours
Captain Frank Kingsley shifted uneasily from side to side as he waited for his debriefing. Two days ago, he and his crew had destroyed the Frieden cruiser Peace and War. He had thought it to be a great success. Obviously the brass didn't think so, he thought, or else they wouldn't have ordered a second debriefing.
As he stood there, the large metal doors opened, and a soldier beckoned him in. He walked in towards the center of the room and stood straight. "Sir!", he said as he saluted. "At ease", said General Marcus Admarand. He offered Frank a seat, but he politely declined.
"Alright Captain, let me get to the point. The Peace of War, the cruiser you so easily found and destroyed had more than just Frieden forces on board." Kingsley gripped his wrist so hard his knuckles turned white and said "I don't understand sir." Admarand exhaled deeply and said "That damn ship was carrying twenty three UNCA P.O.W.s that carried very important intel! Were you so stupid that you thought they would just transmit a communication out in the open without encrypting it?! And didn't you think it was unusual that the ship stayed at the same spot from which they transmitted the message? They wanted you to attack!"
All the blood had left Kingsley's face. He was shaking. Sweat drenched his uniform. Admarand stood up and said "I'm demoting you, Sergeant. As of now, I'm heading this campaign. Now get the hell outta my office!"
Traloch Station
Mars-Jupiter Asteroid Mining Field
April 21, 2160
05:43 Hours
J.T. Everett stared at the ceiling, trying to get to sleep. His bunk was uncomfortable and his room was freezing. He stood up and began pacing the room. He flexed his metal prosthetic arm as he did. After his ill-fated mission on Io, he had undergone surgery and received the arm. Then he was taken off of active duty and given one of the lowest jobs in the UNCA: a tritium fuel miner. The asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter was full of the fuel necessary to run their ships.
He put on his standard issue uniform, a blue long sleeve with black pants and shoes, grabbed his military issue magnum and exited his dormitory, while his roommate slept peacefully. He exited the dormitories section, and strode to the elevator. He punched in the code for the Administration Level, and leaned back against the elevator as it rocketed through kilometers of rock. The elevator came to a stop, and the doors pinged open, and he stepped out.
The Administration Level had many functions, such as monitoring the amount of fuel in the depots, sending the asteroid drift charts to incoming ships as they tried to enter the field to dock and refuel, and facilitate communications with other planets. J.T.'s job was to send the asteroid drift charts. He remembered how many times they told him not to forget to send the charts, because if he did, any ship entering the field without the charts would be crushed by the gigantic asteroids.
He sat at his station, which was the only station with an outside view, and looked at whom he was working with today: Jim Baker, the guy who sends the hail out to oncoming ships to wait for the charts, and Lorreta Gonzalez, the woman that tells the ships where to dock on the station. Traloch Station was just one of three hundred fifty nine fuel stations.
He sat their for about five hours, sending the charts whenever a ship sent a docking codes.
His station beeped, informing him that a ship was en route to the station. Jim sent the hail, but received no response. He tried again but still there was silence. J.T. sent the asteroid drift charts anyway and Lorreta attempted to communicate. "This is Traloch Station. Please answer over."
Still no response. She tried again and said "If you can hear me, you cannot enter this space unless you respond." Finally, a voice came on and said "I'm low on fuel. Where can I dock?"
Lorreta answered and said "Docking Bay 5. May I ask who I am speaking too?" The com went dead.
A few minutes later, the ship flew into view. It was marked with holes in the hull, evident that it had just been in battle. J.T. stared at the ship as it stopped next to the asteroid and the fuel pipe connected to their fuel intake valve, and as the docking station connected to theirs and opened up. Something was strange about this ship, that was for sure. It had a UNCA id tag, but it wasn't a model he had seen before. It reminded him of some other class of ship, a Rickenbacker-class frigate. He knew of only one group of people that used those ships...
Multiple shots rang out as men dressed in full black gas masks with orange eye covers ran in, shooting all the personnel they could find. More men ran in, as more shots rang out. J.T. looked to his left and saw Jim slumped over in his chair, three bullet holes in his chest. Lorreta took out her magnum, but was stopped with a flurry of bullets. J.T. dove from his chair and ran to an adjacent station and took cover. He withdrew his magnum and took aim. He fired at the nearest man, which fell to the floor dead. He ran to him, dragged him to the station mere meters away, and picked up the fallen man's gun, an A4-GT, a powerful assault rifle. He fired and took cover. He looked at the man's armor. He had a shoulder patch that contained the Italian flag with two swords in the middle. He was a Frieden.
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