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The Siege of Beta Centauri XVI by Insomnia
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The Siege of Beta Centauri XVI (Prologue)
Date: 26 September 2004, 8:27 PM
NOTE: I am dropping my War of Seriachs Series...
(Introduction)
In the far reaches of the inner colonies, The Covenant bypassed a world known as Beta Centauri XVI for their attempt to obliterate Reach. The Covenant will soon attempt to take this world as well...
Ninth Age of Reclamation, The Relic of TruthCovenant Base and Rendezvous center "Khalid"Sanctum of the the Hierarchs
'Ala 'Omnamamee stepped on to the firm soil of the Planatoid and Information Center of the Covenant Legion Brigade "Khalid". A horde of Skyscrapers of a Bluish/Purple Color were present in the Black, Star dotted sky with a sanctity of Floodlights on the city floor. The Skyscrapers were Riddled with Holy markings and lexic, and therefore inside them, the Engineers were at work, making probes and enhancing Technology. This is also known as the Covenant technological center of the heavens.
'Omnamamee approached one of the skyscrapers, and a Servant of the Prophet of Ceremony, Greeted him.
"'Omnamamee, Your excellency. You have been summoned here for what is known as the breifing of the absolute destruction of a Human world we bypassed when we took Reach."
'Omnamamee replied, simply. "My assistance is needed for what reason? We have enough forces in the brigade to storm any Primate world 'Greteresee."
'Greteresee replied generously. "The Prophet of Ceremony is certain that any human world can go down faster with you and your squads assistance, and I assure you, the Filth in this universe that is accompanied by those primates can get scrubbed away much quicker than you thought possible with your help your Excellency. Come. Let us go into the Human Worlds database."
'Omnamamee was very pleased. If they need me this much in the heavens 'Omnamamee thought, Then why would the holy one himself send me to this small human world instead of the Primate's Epicenter, "Earth?"
'Omnamamee approached a Guard Jackal, who requested Identification from both of them. In turn, he simply turned around and showed the Jackal his Holy marking embedded in a 1mm area around the top part of his back* that the Prophet of Ceremony engraved himself. The Jackal was stunned, and immediatly admitted his entrance.
Inside the great building, a light at the top glowing a bright blue illuminated this great structure. 'Greteresee led him to a door, in which a tired and overworked Jackal stood guard over this.
"Please insert your hand into the DNA Tissue Reclipitatcor." The Guard Jackal said.
'Omnamamee banished the pain quickly, something he learned to do a long time ago, when he was still a Imperial guard for The Prophet of Ceremony. He saw his hand encompassed by the Space Black armor he wore, being scanned under the green light.
"DNA Confirmed. Please, go on. The Prophet of Ceremony is expecting you." The Jackal spoke.
Unlike others, he was an Overseer, so he was permitted to carry his entrusted Silver Plasma Pistol into the Meeting area.
There was a podium, where, clearly, he was expected to stand, walked up to. The Prophet, in Silver/Black Robe was hovering in midair, and along with him, The Ship Master 'Ama 'Eneremee of the Ramadan, the ship that him and his squad stayed on. He was a good friend of 'Omnamamee's and enjoyed long conversations together.
"'Omnamamee, you are hear for the breifing of the Mission to erase the filth that the infedel's have enscribed in our prestigious universe. The world is known as Beta Centauri XVI, a primitive name of a sort."
A screen appeared with a world of lush jungles and rainforests, swampy and thick marshlands, freezing tundras, endless plains,and trackless desert. However, in orbit, 64 UNSC Warships were in orbit, a Snag.
'Omnamamee spoke. "How many will we take with us for this destruction, and how long are we expected to be there, Holy one?" 'Omnamamee queried.
The Prophet was very calm, but sharp. "Patience. We just discovered this world. We will be taking 61 ships, minus yours. The pestilence is easy to outwit, they are not intellegent to any degree. You are expected there for 128 Units, and if you do not prevail, there will be Prescence of immerse punishment on you shoulders."
"Yes, holy one. Do not worry about punishment, it will not happen. I expect this world to be glassed?" 'Omnamamee asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"Of course. Like many previous occasions, this world will be irradicated." The Prophet spoke, irratated.
"It will be my pleasure to lead the ops in space." 'Eneremee finally spoke.
"Well, lets not waste any time. Board the ship, and jump to the centauri system. Immediatly." The Prophet said, feeling like he was surrounded by imbasulls.
'Omnamamee spoke again. "The pleasure will be mine to obliterate the Primate's again. It is almost becoming as fun as any game."
To be continued...
*-If you kill an Elite on Halo, Gold or Camoflauged after they reappear, you will notice the forerunner symbol. That is what I was referring to exceot it glows Red and it was done by The Prophet of Ceremony.
The Siege of Beta Centauri XVI (Part I, Chapter I: En Route)
Date: 2 October 2004, 4:49 PM
Part I: Orbital Control
Chapter I: En Route
Ninth Age of Reclamation, Relic of TruthIn Genosyncronous orbit over Brigade intellegence center "Khalid"Sanctum of the Hierarchs.
'Ama 'Eneremee tapped the holographic throttle control as the Seraph-Class fighter he was piloting burned and made way out of "Khalid's" atmospheric ozone layer, just as it kicked speed around Mach 30.
"So 'Omnamamee, is there a problem with destroying another installation colonized by the interlopers?" 'Eneremee queried.
"No Ship Master." He spoke softly as he leaned aginst the back wall of the Bluish, hard alloy making up the interior of the Seraph cockpit. "I simply am pondering the idea why the holy one himself would not let the Ramadanjoin the Covenant fleet convoy heading towards the primate's epicenter, "Earth" and instead ship us and 61 others to a small world that is of not much relivance to us, even though it is still human." He sat in deep thought, wondering why this is the case. Is there an artifact or Relic from the great ones to ensure victory on "Earth?"
'Eneremee waited a full 3 seconds to process this data that was of relevance and was full of curiosity. He then spoke. "I beleive this is one of the "Doorstep" worlds to "Earth." Intellegence refers that this world is a major intellegence for the infedels, and it is one of the first worlds added to the UNSC government colonization. The Engineers also say that there is a strong radio signal interface that blocks us from transporting into slipspace with those exact coordinates. These signals scramble the Slipspace timeframe, causing it to send you to another portion of the galaxy." He finally finished.
'Omnamamee replied. "You speak with wisdom Ship Master. I now understand what this is about." 'Omnamamee finished his statement and sighed and leaned aginst the wall of the Seraph.
"Good. We now enter our ship." 'Eneremee spoke and gazed around as the Seraph got closer to the immerse flagship.
Ramadan was a Flagship that dwarfed the Medium-Tonnage standard fleet vessels that mark the Covenant standard ops in an Isolated orbit. However, this ship was equipped with more technology than many other ships in the Fleet. Ramadan was equipped with not only superheated Plasma Torpedoes, but the newest weapon in Covenant technology.
A Discharge laser, the newest interface in Covenant technology. In one shot with its devastating white beam, it can detonate and destroy any of the obsolete vessels the Interlopers use, and can recycle within 45 seconds. Also, the Plasma Torpedoes have been rearranged so that the booted new system used EM pulses per priori to alighn the stochastic motions of the plasma atoms, herding their trajectories and eleven degrees of electronic freedom into a laser fine columnated beam within a microsecond.
Also the ship sported 50 Assault boats, a Squadron of Seraph fighters, and of course, The best Covenant the Heavens had to offer.
The Seraph fighter verred into a steep turn, then entered the illuminated docking bay of the Ramdan. 'Omnamamee stepped out onto the firm alloy making up the interior of the flagship, and looked at the Countless Seraph fighters and Dropships being refitted by the best Engineers. It would be a shame to lose this ship.
"Come, overseer. We go to the control room now." 'Eneremee said in a pleased voice.
'Omnamamee didnt say anything. But he had a feeling that those filthy infedels would put up a fight this time.
0240 Hours, October 26, 2552 (Military Calendar)/UNSC Destroyer-class vessel Emerald, military staging orbit around Beta Centauri XVI
"Status of the ship?" Captain Kaleb barked. Captain Kaleb was a very hasty officer, assigned to the Emerald he was very rushed to do things. He was ordered security head of this Planet. He thought it wasn't worth it. But now that the Covenant were coming, it didnt make a diffrence.
"Sir, all hands at battle stations and MAC gun capacitors charging. At 75 Percent and climbing." Reported Lieutenant Williams.
Emerald was the Capital ship of Beta Centauri XVI. It was a gleaming destroyer built by the best technicians the UNSC had to offer. It supported dual MAC Guns, around Ninety thousand Archer Missiles, and of course, nearly 3 meters of Titanium-A Battleplate. It was one of the finest and most proud destroyers in the UNSC.
"Sir, long range radar contact." said Lieutenant Adrian as he spoke with a trembling voice. "Matched with Covenant ship specs. Sir, there are 62 of them."
"No. This cant be happening. Alert Planetary COM channels of this, and to arm the Super MAC Guns, and the rest of the Fleet. We have got them this time."
Beta Centauri XVI was surrounded by 10 Super MAC Guns, enough to blow Covenant ships to molten slag and burn them up in the Planet atmosphere.
Ninth Age of Reclamation, Infedel PrescenceEn route to Filth carrier's Planatoid "Beta Centauri XVI"Beta Centauri System
"Ship Master, I need to know when we will be there." 'Omnamamee spoke, impatiently.
"Indeed 'Omnamamee. We will arrive within Six MicroUnits. Please, relax." 'Eneremee spoke in a cool voice.
"I needed to know for your sake Ship Master. I will make prayers during the space battle to relax myself and ensure victory groundside. You have control of this ship until the space battle is over."
'Eneremee was shocked on how much 'Omnamamee was devoted to the Gods. Maybe it was how he was such an Elite fighter. But 'Eneremee would not ask that question. It would be partially treason. "Yes your Excellency."
Ramadans control room was very big, around 30 units high. It was thick with Imperial Elites,Brutes and Jackals. Unlike human ships however, This ship didnt have a bridge crew. The Elites, Jackals, and Grunts were for Maintenence and protection. The "Crew" was Ship Master 'Eneremee and the AI "Dekanta."
"Arm Plasma Torpedoes and Pulse lasers. Send this order to all ships." 'Eneremee spoke. He pushed a holographic control that flicked red and warbled twice. "Arm Over Sheilds. This will be one more step to the end of Human kind." After he said this, he gave a short chuckle.
To Be Continued...
The Siege of Beta Centauri XVI (Part I, Chapter II: Tatics and Destruction)
Date: 14 October 2004, 12:28 AM
Greetings. It has been a while and I apologize. Here you go:
Part I: Orbital Control
Chapter II: Tatics and Destruction
Ninth age of Reclamation, Infidel's PrescenceIn gravitational realm of Beta Centauri XVI, Beta Centauri System
The Ramadan entered the normal space region localized by Beta Centauri XVI, along with sixty one other fleet members. 'Omnamamee sat in a meditating stance, cross-legged on the alloy that made the control room solid, and 'Ama 'Eneremee was the one to assume absolute command of the vessel, as well as the rest of the fleet.
Stars winked into existence around the fleet as they entered the boundaries of normal space. The planet also winked into view, as did sixty four primitive vessels waiting for them, complete with a primitive piece of alloy, one of their "repair" stations, and was ten terraunits long, being used a sacrificial shield.
"Ah, the interlopers. We have located the interlopers. Find out what arsenal they have in their primitive hands, and report that telemetry to the rest of the fleet. Warm a plasma discharge."
The Covenant AI named Dekanta replied in a cool, slender voice. "Yes, your excellency. Fleet consists of normal human weapons, as well as the orbital defense platforms used at the battle of Reach."
'Eneremee replied, harshly. "This cant be! The humans may have a small advantage over us." He added after cooling off. "No matter." 'Eneremee spoke as he flicked his hand over a holographic control that pulsed red and initiated a view of the obsolete arsenal that lay before him, while clicking his mandibles in curiosity.
The Covenant fleet gathered in flank formation, as per his orders. They warmed their opening salvo of plasma torpedoes, ready to obliterate the planets defenses, while Ramadan gathered a blanc white beam that was ready to protrude in a gleaming death ray that had the potential to destroy five enemy ships, as he saw happen before.
The Super MAC orbital defense platforms were at attention, as they gathered a yellowish beam and gathered protons to accelerate at a extraterrestrial high velocity using the magnetic coils that supervised this seamless process.
The enemy fleet accelerated in a tight formation and fired its opening salvo of MAC rounds and Archer Missile pods. Around five rounds hit a fellow ship, the Perseverance as its sheilds flickered and collapsed under the tremendous impact. The archer missiles made contact and hit the tritium reactors that diffused and exploded in a rainbow of colors mixed with the charcoal exhaust left of the Archer Missiles. Under the impact, it was eradicated.
"NO! I will NOT allow this! Fire the plasma discharge now! And let the gods cleanse their filthy souls!" 'Eneremee roared, his face covered by his gold helmet that was interlaced with the laden rage he was feeling at the present time. 'Omnamamee sat perfectly still on the deck, praying to the gods.
The Ramadan shuddered as the triple shielding dropped for a split second as a white beam that crackled with overloaded plasma mixed with EMP energy protruded from the hull.
The white beam arced and severed the enemy ship that tried to evade the attack. It was severed, bisecting the ship cleanly, chaining a nuclear disposition in its reactors, setting off a mighty nulcear explosion. The explosion spread like a forest wildfire, taking out two ships on each side with it, canceling the fight they were about to put up.
The other destroyers and frigates in the Covenant fleet lurched as they fired a tidal wave of plasma torpedoes, arcing and zeroing on their designated target. It boiled away countless amounts of Titanium-A battleplate. The ships that survived struggled to put out the fires engulfing their ship, and prevailed at the cost of the men below decks.
"Launch a plasma torpedo salvo from all turrets while the discharge recycles. Set course for zero-nine-zero-five, a low planetary orbit. Collide with all objects that obstruct or get in our way except projectiles." 'Eneremee ordered, somewhat satisfied at the burning vessels.
Before his triumph could be celebrated, the Super MAC guns fired - and launched five projectiles that was followed by fellow vessels being torn apart.
"No! Push the reactors to overload, starboard thrusters to align our course. NOW!" 'Eneremee hastily said without a trace of fear in his voice.
"Yes, your excellency. Reactor meltdown in three minutes." Dekanta's ever slender voice reminded him.
The Ramadan's engines vibrated half a kilometer below decks as five more shots rang past the ship, which were satisfied by five more fellow ships being destroyed.
"Reactor meltdown in five, four, three, two..."
"Shut down all systems except life support. Fire thrusters to align our course. Fire Plasma Torpedoes at the first three platforms. You do the guidance." 'Eneremee spoke, glancing at 'Omnamamee, who did not care what was going on as he conceived prayers.
Eight laser fine beams zeroed in on the targets as they scarred the vacuum of space with red. They finally impacted, arced and detonated. Three orbital defense platforms fell and burned up the atmosphere in a shower of sparks. The Ramadan hung in low orbit, so the MAC guns could not see the vessel.
"Power up all systems. Give me undercarriage camera." 'Eneremee ordered.
The tiny camera zoomed in on the battle. The Forty two remaining Covenant ships focused all their frontal fire on the docking platform, while ships hung back, waiting for the platform to dissolve so they could ambush the remainder of the forces.
The platform bent to the side in unnatural directions. Holes appeared everywhere, including where the bridge was. The armor boiled away, condensated then left a obscuring cloud of vapor where the repair station was. The fleet opened fire on the human vessels, while MAC rounds penetrating 'Eneremee's allied ships and destroying them while Archer Missiles finished the work.
"Radar contact. Its a Super MAC round!" Dekanta yelled, but without any fear in her voice.
"Now what?" 'Eneremee thought.
To be continued...
The Siege of Beta Centauri XVI (Part I, Chapter III: The end of the struggle)
Date: 18 October 2004, 3:25 PM
Here you go, Chapter III.
Part I: Orbital Control
Chapter III: The end of the struggle
Ninth Age of Reclamation, Infidel's PrescenceIn low orbit around Beta Centauri XVI, Beta Centauri System
The Super MAC Round raced towards the Ramadan with incredible speed. A legion of sparks were seen dancing from the beam as it streaked towards the flagship with unmatched speed.
"Evasive action! NOW!" 'Eneremee barked, seeming that this was unpredicted the guns could track back this far in the atmosphere without dissolving. The Blasphemers seemed to have known what they were doing with the magnetic fields.
The flagships engines rumbled six hundred units below. The reactors tritium deposit output redlined, exceeding operational capacity. The bluish engines aft of the vessel flared to life. They propelled it to flank speed and thrusters fired afterward, clearing most of the round, but one third of it still hit the ship.
Ship master 'Eneremee was thrown like a toy across the bridge, as were the rest of the guard and 'Omnamamee, who slammed into a bulkhead, unconscious, as if he was expecting this to happen and never braced himself.
'Eneremee sluggishly got up, finding a puddle of his own purple gore was next to him, spouting from his leg. He wondered why his armor's shielding system did not protect him. But there was no time for that. He had to get the ship's status and find a tatical defense.
"You, Sakakz, get over here and tend your Ship masters wound. Ship status?" 'Eneremee said, with a bit of worry in his iron-dense voice.
A grunt ran over towards his superior, disabled his personal shield and tended the gold-armored elite's wound. "Shields down at one hundred and ninety eight percent. If we sustained the full hit, we would be crippled, or destroyed. I strongly recommend-" Dekanta was cut off by 'Eneremee with a strong intention.
'Eneremee still sat on the floor. "Never defile my orders. We must destroy this pitiful colonized world that could have been put to good use, perhaps a Grunt home."
Sakakz and the other Grunts looked up and nodded their heads, in strong support of the idea. "We should get moving. Immediatly." 'Eneremee ordered. "I want my Plasma Discharge heated up now."
Dekanta replied with a ping of irritation in her glass smooth voice. "Working. Plasma Discharge ninety five percent recycled. We have full engine power since our shield took the brunt of the attack."
The Ramadan pulled out of the startled state of lag, and moved, in a stealthy way, but not enough.
Another Super MAC gun turned and fired, but a clean miss as its golden beam shot towards the planets atmosphere and dissipated.
"We need to get lower, so the Super MAC guns cannot see us. Dekanta, get us lower." 'Eneremee spoke.
"Impossible. Any lower will interfere with our targeting system, making it impossible to fire while hot. but of we cool them down, we can avoid that." Dekanta replied.
"No. I want us to go lower. Fire the discharge, now, and aim for numbers four through eight." 'Eneremee spoke, with absolute confidence.
The Ramadan fired another deathly pale shimmering beam that screamed through the vacuum of space before descending lower. The beam shot through with unmatched speed, and eradicated any sort of intentional defense. It impacted on turret number five, while it shuddered for a pycosecond, then evaporated and quickly condensated in a oort-like cloud filled with vapor that cooled down to ice crystals shimmering in the night of space.
The EMP disruption cut out numbers four, six, seven, and eight. They simply sparked, crackled, and melted into a smoking carcass of metal floating lifelessly through space.
"Well done Dekanta." 'Eneremee remarked. "I want our weapon systems powered down. Let us launch two thirds of our squadron of Seraph craft. They are the best there is, and could efficiently cut down the two remaining turrets. Meanwhile, stabalize our orbit to course zero-six-nine-five."
The flagship cooled as its thrusters stabalized its almost internal planetary orbit. Its blue engines flared to life as its glowing turrets cooled off. The only hope to kill off the remainder of the human crusade on this planet is a fighter attack.
Ninth Age of Reclamation, Infidel's PrescenceAboard Seraph-Fighter craft, Upper atmosphere of Beta Centauri XVI, Beta Centauri system
"Let the heathens be diminished once again!" cried 'Kak 'Xenomee as he piloted the Seraph class fighter that left the upper exosphere of the planet. Its engines propelled the craft to around Mach thirty. "Set course for six-zero-zero-eight 'Qwerenemee!"
'Qwerenemee looked at 'Xenomee, finding him high spirited about the destruction of the last of this planet's defenses. But it is a good thing. He thought. That is how all of his kind should feel. To go and to die with honor with pride. That was his creed. "New course adjusted your excellency." 'Qwerenemee replied. He tapped the warning Klaxcon for the order for it to turn off. He could not stand its loud, hooting, horn like sound that reminded him off training for the Covenant horde he lives among today.
The seraph fighter adjusted its course, and aligned with the convoy of other fighters going into destroying the last of the planet defense turrets.
'Xenomee tapped the engines, and the craft accelerated. He soon saw the smoldering remains of most of the turrets, including a mini-oort like cloud. He did not know how the Ship Master did it, but he was brilliant.
Turrets nine and ten came into view, shooting at the Covenant ships that made the rest of the fleet, destroying them. He had no idea how many remained, but the thought of the humans doing something like this to them was pitiful.
The Covenant COM frequencies came about, and orders were barked about from 'Eneremee himself. Do not fire at the incoming enemy ships, only their fighters. If this is done or this action is taken, I WILL have you skinned alive!
'Xenomee obliged to this order, and understood it throughly. He tapped the thrusters and spread out, like he was told.
The fighters spread out, and looked like a swarm of locusts attacking a crop. Pulse lasers started firing, as did a cloud of smoke left behind from incoming missiles. Longsword fighters. They outnumbered them three to one. But 'Xenomee had no worries. They were the Covenant's best, and 'Omnamamee's squad had to be in some of those vessels.
"Impact!" 'Qwerenemee barked, "Take evasive action!"
A missile found its way over and detonated on the the craft. It shields held, but hardly.
'Xenomee acknowledged. "Of course. We must get to those weapons."
The Seraph craft banked into a turn, and trailed an enemy longsword craft. The longsword craft banked into a steep turn, and dived towards the planets atmosphere, the signal for a dogfight.
"Let us trail this craft, and extract more pestilence from the heavens!" 'Xenomee remarked.
'Qwerenemee twisted his face in what passed to be a smile in his species. He obliged, and gee's started creeping into the craft.
The Seraph and longsword dived towards the atmosphere, like a predator chasing prey. Both of the craft descended into the atmosphere. Pulse lasers emanatited from the Seraph's auto-targeting system. He turned the auto-targeting off so that he could do the destruction himself.
Pulse lasers touched the surface of the craft, and it caught on fire, and banked into the atmosphere, burning up in it via its hull breach. Two more enemy craft appeared behind him, trailing and firing their autocannons.
The Seraph caught a great amount of this, and the shields disspated, leaving themselves open to any attack.
"We need to get out of this mess!" 'Qwerenemee barked.
But to 'Qwerenemee's suprise, 'Xenomee was enjoying himself. He banked the craft and touched the edge of the atmosphere, dodging death by a pinch, and the fighters trailing them met that fate they avoided. They headed towards the gun.
A flurry of rounds hit the turrets gravitational stabilization system, found out by Dekanta, who brought those orders right to them.
The installation shuddered and smoked as it fell towards the planets atmosphere. It burned and was dissected into various pieces falling into the planet, almost like a meteor shower.
The craft accelerated towards the next gun.
"I guess that was good since we got rid of six more interlopers?" 'Xenomee chuckled.
"Well, they seem to be in the bottomless pit where the gods can tend to their needs." 'Qwerenemee remarked, laughing at the sheer thought of it.
The next gun appeared, and fell towards the atmosphere, meaning someone already did their job, making the two pilots angry, but this was canceled by another three longsword fighters that approached the craft at flank speed.
The fighters approached them on each side, making them open, even though the seraph's shield was back up. A flurry of projectiles hit and rebounded off the shields, but both 'Xenomee and 'Qwerenemee knew this would not last long.
The craft dived and did a forward loop, making the two flanking ships impact and breach themselves. If the pilots were not wearing helmets, they would have suffocated. The ships were locked together for the moment.
The craft that is now aft of the Seraph approached the starboard side and rammed the ship. Sparks protruded from the enemy hull. Since the enemy had no shields, it hurt them, but not the seraph. A bold move.
The ships that were locked a moment ago exploded, since they could not get free, a moment of self destruction and sorrow for the human pilots. The covenant pilots were now happy since this was their own doing. The craft starboard rammed again, taking out the shields. But in spite of this, 'Xenomee and 'Qwerenemee both agreed it would be worth it and rammed back.
They did this, and the enemy ship shuddered and detonated just three units aft, throwing their engines offline for a second. But as a miracle of Covenant technology, the shields held when this happened, not damaging the thrusters, but depleting their life support.
'Xenomee made a bold statement. "Lets stay out here and make sure that there are no more enemies.
'Qwerenemee hesitated for a second, seeing life support dropped to ninety five percent, then agreed, realizing how much honor this was.
Fellow Seraph craft pulled ahead and shot towards the Ramadan, but 'Xenomee turned to face the one last longsword. Orders were hailed at them from 'Eneremee, but he ignored these.
Life support down to eighty percent.
The remaining Longsword tried to flee, but did not manage it. 'Qwerenemee fired the pulse lasers and an antimatter discharge. The craft eminated and shook, and dived at the Seraph.
Life support down to sixty percent.
The craft sped towards the Seraph and self-destructed, bringing the craft's life support and speed lower, along with a breach.
Life support down to forty percent.
The Seraph turned with agility and rocketed towards the Ramadan with all the speed it could manage. It screamed around Mach fifty leaving a blistering wake in the stars.
Life support down to twenty percent.
The Ramadan became closer and closer. The last other Seraph craft entered and the ship began moving away.
Life support down to ten percent.
The air became thin, 'Xenomee and 'Qwerenemee held their breath, the pilots pushed the ship to its limits.
Life support down to five percent.
The air was almost diminished, the craft entered the shuttle bay. 'Xenomee hit the emergency brake and 'Qwerenemee hit the signal for the doors to open. The craft descended vertically as the sign said:
Life support down to zero percent
'Eneremee was waiting for him on the docks, as was the newly awaken 'Ala 'Omnamamee, and the brute Aemdaues. Both pilots breathed in air, and did not know if this greeting would be good or bad.
'Eneremee was the first to speak. "Greetings, and welcome back."
Both pilots, only blue and red armored, bowed before their two superiors. 'Qwerenemee was slightly shaking, but not enough to notice.
"I see you went through alot." 'Eneremee spoke. "I also see you downed five enemy ships, and you destroyed one of the guns yourselves. I also see you contradicted and disobeyed my orders directly." 'Eneremee's voice and anger slightly rose.
"Normally, I would execute you for this, but Overseer 'Omnamamee saw your work out there." 'Eneremee spoke again.
'Xenomee did not look terrified, instead he looked calm apart from how 'Qwerenemee was acting.
'Omnamamee spoke up. "You did good, escpically considering the fact you risked your own lives for destroying every interloper, something I would normally do. So in turn, you are now heads of the squadron." After saying this 'Omnamamee bowed for them.
'Eneremee spoke up. "You do realize this is a great honor, and this is not over. Do not bask in your own glory, because further action is required on the planet, where Overseer 'Omnamamee will be leading the operation. You will be in charge of airborne combat. I want you to reflect on this." 'Eneremee strode away with 'Omnamamee and the brute after saying this.
'Omnamamee spoke. "If you dare defy my promotion, I will execute you. They deserved it."
'Eneremee rejected. "I whole-heartedly agree with it. If it wasn't for you though, I would have executed the two because the idea never came to mi-"
'Omnamamee held up his hand, indicating silence. "We may need that kind of skill downside. I have a feeling it may not be so easy down there."
'Eneremee paused and understood. "Yes, great one"
Ninth Age of Reclamation, Infidel's PrescenceIn docking bay of Covenant flagship RamadanBeta Centauri system.
"So only Eight of our own ships remain?" 'Eneremee asked.
"Yes only eight. I have called for reinforcements, and they are en route. Time is running out." After saying this, 'Omnamamee strapped himself in the Covenant Dropship that would be among many others into the planets surface. He carried an energy sword that wasn't activated, his personal plasma pistol, and a dozen plasma grenades.
"Good luck on your mission overseer." 'Eneremee said. "And may the gods find perserverence in you." 'Eneremee bowed.
'Omnamamee looked at him, gave him a nod, and the dropships hatch closed and accelerated out of the Ramadan's artificial atmosphere.
End of Part I.
The Siege of Beta Centauri XVI (Part II, Chapter I: Jungle Showdown)
Date: 2 November 2004, 1:21 AM
Well, here is Part II. Hope you guys like it.
Chapter IV
Part II: Landfall
Chapter I: Jungle Showdown
Ninth age of Reclamation, Infidel CenterDescending to surface via Phantom dropship to Beta Centauri XVIBeta Centauri System
The phantom dropship bumped slightly here and there as it descended rapidly into Beta Centauri XVI's atmosphere, along with hordes of other gleaming Phantom and Regular U-Shaped Dropships.
The Dropship did not shake, and if it did, not much. The dropship was much bigger and roomier than a regular Covenant Dropship, and its odd anomylous shape gave it a distinct appearence among the legion of dropships that looked like bugs swarming towards a light, and that light being Beta Centauri XVI.
The wreckage out in the vacuum of space was enormous. Molded Titanium-A looked like red hot slags that simply burned orange, and would not seem to cool off. The angry vividness of the stars was more clear than ever, lighting up the cloud of super-condensed vapor where the "sacraficial plate" once was.
The Suprebleshmeberer guns, or "Mack" guns as the infidel's called them, was a vast assortment of wrecked parts and smoldering magnetic coils that interfered with the planets magnetic structure, sending ripples across the atmosphere, the sight of a true battle.
'Ala 'Omnamamee re-checked his inventory, a unactivated energy sword, his trusty pure Nisulphate or Silver-Platinum Plasma Pistol was also present, and a dozen plasma grenades. He looked around the interior of the menaculous dropship.
His squad was present. His Brute's in the squad were looking at the deck, reflecting on their pride and glory. Aemdaues, the second in command of the squad, a Brute wearing highly polished Blue-Black armor shone at a glaring sheen as he looked at the door where the pilot was, and then his gazed dropped to the deck with his co-species comrades.
The Elite's in the squad, wearing Blackish-Red armor, looked at 'Omnamamee, looking at him as if waiting for ever-present orders.
The Grunts in his squad looked nothing like their elites that favored their audacity looks. They were slouched, and tired, after the heap of work that was put on them during the last raid, and had gotten nothing but six units of sleep since then. They were either sporting that look, or were just not happy.
The Phantom dropship descended to the upper Troposphere, a sign that they were almost present to their appointed task.
"Well, coherents, it is almost that time again," 'Omnamamee started, "And we are here to finish what are former ancestors started, to eradicate the human waste dumped and heaped upon us higher beings. We will destroy more of this pestilence, and we will be scrub this waste, until there is NO MORE!" 'Omnamamee spoke.
The Brutes roared, the grunts looked up, and the rest made an agonizing growl.
The Phantom touched down, in what the humans called a forest.
'Omnamamee looked up and saw a sea of trees looming before him. It seemed to be never ending. A low gray mist hung low above the squad, obscuring their vision slightly, leaving strong moisture on the ground, and making the climate unbearably hot and humid. The searing heat was accompanied by the mossy, damp, marshy ground with overwhelming moisture. Vines choked the ground with intensity, suffocating the once fertile soil to an unusable, root smothered ground.
"Let's go and make sure the heathens on this planet are disposed of." Ordered 'Omnamamee.
He heard many squishing noises as his squad's boots slid on the uninhabitable ground. 'Omnamamee looked up and made out the faint texterity of the hundreds of Phantom dropships zooming out of the atmosphere.
'Omnamamee drew his Plasma Pistol to firing range with a flick of his wrist. He clenched his moisture-slicked hands and took a Plasma Grenade out of his belt, and held it, for those wretched primitive scoundrel that they were getting closer to every second.
He spun his Plasma Pistol around in his wrist, and made sure the battery was at capacity. It was, and the other squad members were also in firing position, with upped Plasma Rifles, The Jackal's handheld sheilding equipment glowed a ghostly silver. They were ready to make short work of any human force, and even the Elites had the newest weapons available, the Carbine, and the Brutes carried grenade launchers that could blow Human midsections apart.
The squad was busy sloshing through the jungle habitat. It was getting hotter, closer to midday. The grunts, hand-trained with iron discipline by 'Omnamamee himself, staggered for a second in the blistering heat.
All of a sudden, a shadow appeared, than dissapeared as suddenly as it came. 'Omnamamee, as with the rest of his squad, were at full alert, and the mud squishing stopped. "The shadow was undoubtley a human," a Grunt named Terrackaeria quacked. "We must destroy its fellow pathetic forces as well, or we will be surrounded."
'Omnamamee took this into consideration, stared at the head grunt for a second, then spoke. "Kill everything except for us in our path, even if it is not human."
The Hunters roared, and sprinted into action into a tree suddenly. Its massive poltsurfartenateum sheild penetrated and splintered the tree in its path, and a loud cry was heard. A human cry that somehow escaped from its filthy toungue.
'Omnamamee, with trained precision, fired at the source where the screams were coming from. A trio of plasma globes escaped the hinge of his gun, and struck the alien soilders face. It screamed off in the distance, stopped, and the smell of burnt flesh creeped around him.
Aemdaues, the Brute, roared, and pointed forward. "The Interlopers, AHEAD!" And he fired one of his hyper-vilocitic grenades at the small company of homosapiens.
'Omnamamee growled, and sprinted into action at the startled enemy soilders. One hundred of them in various locations, while 'Omnamamee's squad consisted of sixty. Perfect odds. He thought, pleasurably.
His squad took action, picking off humans. 'Omnamamee, however, sprinted, ducked, and rolled towards a startled enemy. It yelled something that sounded like: "No, it's over here, one of those bad-ass black elites, kill it!"
'Omnamamee barely heard it over the sound of the elite jabbing the human in the mouth, its fragile jaw bone shattered with a satisfiying Crunch.
He shoved a quick cross into its rib cage, and it coughed up red fluid, its blood source. And a final move with a kick to its chest, its breastplate cracked like porcelain, and its vital organs were crushed and the enemy fell to the ground in a heap.
The enemies cried, and started shooting 'Omnamamee. The projectiles simply bounced off of his protective energy shield. He drew his plasma pistol, and fired expertly controlled shots into the protected hides, which, quickly melted, off the human crusade.
Shots rang out, returned by plasma sizziling across the mist of vapor that spanned across the entire jungle. 'Omnamamee continued to shoot out quadruplets after octuplets after sextuplets of shots from his pistol, and continued to withstand bullet hits and pieces of brain that simply bounced off his shielding.
His Plasma Pistol soon reached empty, so he devised a new strategy. Slaughtering them. He put his Plasma Pistol back in his belt, which needed to be recharged aboard the ship, and took out his energy sword.
He activated it, and the Plasma Sword came to life, shuddering sparks that danced on the jungle carpet, and melted away some of the vapor.
He growled in rage, and sprang into combat. A thud eminated from the ground after his one hundred and eighty two unit body hit the ground with force. He took the energy sword, and slashed it across a homosapien who had his back turned. Blood spewed out of the wound, his arm had been cut off. The soilder yelled, but it was silenced after 'Omnamamee shoved it into the soilders spinal cord, the blood on the sword for a octasecond simply dissolved away, cell by cell.
He slammed it into another soilder through its right eye. It did not make a noise as its dead, limp hulk fell to the ground.
He armed a plasma grenade, and threw it at a cluster of humanoids. It clung and started melting a soilder's face, who tried to pry it free. Two seconds later, the screaming was hushed by the utter explosion that rang in 'Omnamamee's ears, shattering their bodies apart in gory bits.
Aemdaues slammed the blade of his grenade launcher into a humans face. It made a sickly, splatting noise as the soilder fell to the ground immediatly. The end of the Humans defenses just inched closer.
'Omnamamee led his squad through the rest of the jungle, and simply left the bodies to rot. They did not need to be buried. He saw the light through the clouds of vapor trailing in sinous strings of sunlight pouring through the vapor cloud. The cobblestone field that stood right outside the forest was thick with Covenant patrol. Banshees flew in formation and Covenant Shadows made routine checks on each mercanary.
A covenant bus, black with 'Omnamamee's squad logo, pulled up, obviously meaning for them to board it.
Five Covenant Buses with Banshee patrol in the air and Shadow/Ghost patrol that accompanied it on the right, forming a small convoy that was headed to Teremeaqs City, the Human's capital of this planet.
'Omnamamee stared outside as they moved at a considerable rate. The end just simply stretches closer to my fingertips, of this pestilence. He thought.
To be continued...
The Siege of Beta Centauri XVI (Part II, Chapter II: Ambush in the fields)
Date: 6 November 2004, 12:34 AM
Here, Chapter V...
Part II: Landfall
Chapter II: Ambush in the fields
Ninth Age of Reclamation, Infidel CenterEn route to Teremeaqs CityHuman Epicenter of Beta Centauri XVIBeta Centauri System
The Creep Transports progressed to the capital of the contaminated planet. Around five Banshee craft patrolled the upper area, protecting his squads convoy into the deep realm of the planet. Shadows, the new vehicles, patrolled the right, with Ghosts.
Angry wisps of clouds formed overhead, with sinious bands of sinlight parting them somewhat, leaving the smoky cooling down to a vivid pink.
Whirlwinds of smoke-like clouds also clouded the top, bellowing beams of cloudy sunbeam, forming a charcoal film that looked like the exhaust that was left behind of the human projectile launchers. This cast a shadow on the sun, somewhat. He could still see the while fireball streaming through the clouds overhead.
He glanced at his Plasma Pistol, which needed recharging, so he entrusted it to his belt, and pulled up a Sniper Rifle, or course of their kind, not that projectile throwing version the human crusade possesed.
Something shook the ground. It did not sound too pleasent, and visibly, dirt started to erupt from underneath the cobblestone.
He alerted the squad, who sprang up on their feet in the interior of the Creep, making it very crowded and cramped, because the Hunters took all the room.
They picked their weapons again, when the earthly mass shook more violently than the last, slightly bumping the bus that hovered above the ground.
The exaggerated shaking started again seriously, and, 'Omnamamee looked out the window. He saw enemy tanks were trying to aim and bombard the convoy, and the Banshees started in attack formation, and so did the rest of the protection.
He would much rather die on his feet than in a vehicle, so he got off the bus, and leveled his sniper rifle. An interesting view creeped into his eyes, through the sensor attached to the weapon that allowed him to see far distances.
The Banshee fleet, mini at that, broke up and flanked the enemy. He now saw that two enemy recon vehicles were now in view.
The vehicular battle bagan. He saw the air being peppered by the enemy guns attached to the enemy recon vehicle. One Banshee fell, it was struck in its fuselage, but the vehicle collided into that recon vehicle, and both of them erupted underneath a flaming, smoking fire.
He saw the Banshees fire their fuel rod weapon, and kill off another enemy four wheeler, under the impact of multiple devastating, sickly green blows. The impact sent the drivers of the vehicle flying in vast directions. The vehicle itself was propelled into a tank, and it shrugged off the damage.
The Shadows and Ghosts attacked the tanks. Multiple turret rounds were projected from the Shadow gunner field, and the armor protecting the tank melted away. He saw this happen countless times aboard the Ramadan, when Ship Master 'Eneremee enforced this tatic. It was usually followed by disatrous results.
The tank however kept on coming, and launched a round right into the hide in between the Ghost the Shadow. The soil native to the planet was propelled up into the sky ten units, followed by both vehicles exploding, and the pilots that drove both deceased. This enraged 'Omnamamee, but he could not do a thing.
Something caught the glimpse of his vision, an enemy dropship. 'Omnamamee grinned broadly. His fellow soilders would be avenged. The dropships turned from ants into larger, more bulbous specks.
He annouced to his team, with an etitaph of revenge for the deceased soilders dotting his voice. He spoke loudly. "Fellow Legions, I will annouce our triumph when we are through with this world, this sickening, disgusting root of filth tossed on us. We will destroy this pathetic attempt to retake the fields, and I promise, we WILL triumph!"
Every Covenant Member, shouted, screamed, and roared vengeance. This human squad would easily be dealt with, and they are the Covenant's best, they are the guardians of truth and integrity.
So be it. 'Omnamamee thought. Let them come, they will only be DESTROYED.
He leveled his Sniper Rifle, and shot a pelican window, that covered the cockpit and shot it twice. The window vibrated the first time, and the second time it shattered, the purple stream if plasma hitting the pilots throat. It made a sickly gurgling noise as blood spewed out of his throat and clouded the area.
The rush of air into the cockpit, sucked the pilot further back into the dropship, where it was unable to reach the controls. It struggled and struggled until he gave up, or death reached him, from the shrapnel hitting him. The dropship did a nose dive, and exploded into the ground, sending clouds of blood flying and explosions furiously dotting the area. Still, four ships remained, and he had to conserve ammunition.
He turned and faced the incoming enemies. A perceptive gleam reflected off of their silver hides.
The dropships landed, and spewed their troops to the suface of the cobblestone ground. They wore black helmets, their speacial forces. It did not scare him one bit, but it may have been the fight that might not have been so easy he was predicting.
The troops advanced, shooting 'Omnamamee's troops, who in turn, ignored the pain, even the grunts did, since they avoided most of their bullets.
Lancing Plasma Streaks that glowed green and blue started for the team of crack forces. They came closer and closer and were soon met face to face. A bloody fight with multi-colored clouds of fluid appeared. A Banshee from off in the distance appeared, and gave air support.
'Omnamamee continued to pick off the battle hardened soilders with his energy sword, and bullets continued to bounce off of him, as he rolled and avoided most.
He met a trooper, and it fired a burst of projectiles into his abdomen. One of the bullets however, surpassed the shield, and du into his liver. He howled and his faced grimaced with a mixture of rage and pain as the red-hot searing point in his body burned like a coal. He took the sword and sliced the soilders head, accompained by the helmet off cleanly. He ignored the pain, and he could do it forever, but it could kill him if it was not treated.
He slaughtered each trooper as the blood around his stomach snaked around his legs and dripped into the ground. He looked over and saw three Grunts, and two Jackals go flyin in the midst. A fragmentation grenaded collided and destroyed them in the fury of it. He growled in defiance.
He looked over at Aemdaues, who was riddled with bullet holes, but none touched a vital part of his body, so the Brute could ignore the pain much better than 'Omnamamee could.
Multiple plasma mines exploded and the enemy was sent amidst into the sky. Around fifty soilders were propelled, and around forty still remained.
He pictured the Grunts and Jackals dying, and the pilots. He took off his helmet and it clattered to the ground as he growled in his gliteral, warbling tongue. He raised his sword high, and brought it down on a human, who was bisected vertically.
The fight started to die down. Smoking corpses lay about on the field, and only a few of his own were there. He left them, since he could not take them. He kneeled down in prayer to his fallen comrades. He spoke with sympathy and dignity.
The fight wrapped up, and a Seraph fighter screamed across the atmosphere, dropping plasma bombs to disentigrate the bodies and kill off survivors. Amist in the blinding, deafining noise, he saw his dead coherents dissapear, and soon they would reunite in the heavens.
He picked up his fallen helmet, put it on, and boarded the Creep, and the now ended battle loomed in the distance. Unlike before, the convoy was not well protected like before, and they proceeded down the battlefield. The squad was now more alert than ever. A Grunt on board treated his wound, but he had a feeling he would have to live with it during the struggle for Teremeaqs City. It was bold, and daring, but it was his duty, and he had a duty to complete.
Slowly the convoy of Creep Transports filled with battle-torn troops proceeded into the battlefield that was Teremeaqs City.
To be continued...
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