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Flyboys (Part One)
Posted By: Spartan-048<rl48@verizon.net>
Date: 25 August 2008, 9:16 pm
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1742 hours, April 27th, 2546 (Military Calender)/Genesis Theater of Operations
"Say good by split-chin." Captain Robert Lang thumbed the fire button on the joystick and let loose one of the four ASGM-10 missiles on his C709 Longsword interceptor, Bravo-16, and watched as it collided with a Covenant Seraph fighter. The missile blew through the small craft's shields and destroyed a portion of it's armor. Robert then fired a small burst from his ships 110mm rotary guns and watched the Seraph be ripped apart by the heavy rounds. Robert then put the ship into a tight roll to avoid the wreckage of the ship floating in space and then dived under a nearby UNSC destroyer, the Apache.
"Nice one Bravo-16," said Robert's wingman, Bravo-17, "that was some nice shooting."
"Thanks, but cut the chatter. There's still more work to do."
"I here ya. Forming up."
Bravo-17 then followed Bravo-16 as they flew towards the main battle. The covenant had arrived in system 2 hours early with a carrier, a destroyer, and 7 frigates. The 5 UNSC ships stationed at Genesis had either been cripled or destroyed in the battle but had managed to destroy 3 of the covenant frigates and prevent the covenant from glassing the planet. The UNSC ships managed to send a distress signal to all nearby force and reinforcements had been quick to arrive. The Yorktown battlegroup had arrived and had immediatly engaged the covenant fleet. The battlegroup consisted of the UNSC Yorktown, a Marathon-class cruiser, the UNSC Concord, a carrier, 5 destroyers, and 7 frigates. Robert and the other Longsword pilots had immediatly gotten into their ships and had flown out to help destroy the covenant ships.
A bright light suddenly flashed through the ships cockpit, illuminating Robert and his copilot 1st Lieutenant Vincent Melia. Robert looked out the starboard window to see the UNSC Constantinople, one of the frigates, explode as it suffered multiple hits from plasma torpedos.
"Oh shit, did you see that Rob?"
"Yeah, I see it Vinny. How's the fuel levels look?"
"Fuel levels are at 85% sir."
Suddenly a trio of Seraph fighters flew past the cockpit chasing Delta-11, one of the other fighters.
"This is Delta-11! I need support now! I've got a trio of serpahs on my tail and I can't shake 'em!"
"Roger that Delta-11, this is Bravo-16, we'll get them."
Robert then gunned the engines of his fighter and chased after the fighters. He fired opened up with the 110mm and fired at the lead ship. It's shields weakened under the barrage of bullets and then failed, allowing the bullets to rip through the ship and blow it apart. One of the other Seraphs peeled off while the other stayed on Delta-11's tail.
"Bravo-17, get that fighter that just flew off."
"You got it sir, I'll get the bastard."
Robert then chased after the Seraph that was still in hot pursuit of Delta-11.
"Vinny, can we get a missle lock on this guy?"
"Working on it."
Robert tried to shoot down the fighter but the seraph but only managed to destroy it's shields.
"Any day now Vinny."
"We have a lock."
Robert fired the ASGM-10 missile which collided with the seraph destroying it, but not before the Seraph fired pulse lasers a Delta-11. Robert watched as the lasers collided with Delta-11's port wing and blew the wing off.
"I've been hit! Port wing's gone! I can't control it!"
Delta-11 then flew out of control and collided with the shields of the covenant frigate.
"Damn it!" Robert pulled up and flew past the edge of the frigate. Robert then saw the UNSC ships fire their MAC guns towards the covenant ships he just flew past. Robert then pressed a button which broguht up the ship's stern camera view onto the display screen. Robert watched as the remaining covenant frigates were ripped apart by multiple MAC rounds and the destroyer was took a direct MAC hit to it's reactor and exploded in a ball of flame.
"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!"
"Don't celebrate yet Vinny, we still have to take out that carrier."
The covenant carrier was still intact, but it's shields were down and it was deploying more and more seraph fighters. The 9 UNSC ships that hadn't been destroyed or severly damaged then fired hundreds of Archer missles at the covenant carrier, and small explosions appeared all over the side of the carrier.
"All ships, this is Rear Admiral Richard Ippoliti. Concentrate all fire on the carrier. All fighters concentrate on those seraphs and keep them away from our ships."
"You heard him boys," said Major Scott Craig, the squadron leader, "give em hell."
"Roger that Major."
Robert and the rest of the squadron then engaged the neaby enemy fighters.
1925 hours, April 27th 2546 (Military Calender)/fighter pilot barracks of UNSC Concord, Yorktown Battlegroup
"God am I tired."
The men of the 48th Naval Air Squadron relaxed in the barracks on the UNSC Concord. Robert looked around and saw his fellow squadmates as well as other relaxing, eating, excersising, and one or two men where sleeping.
"Hey Mikey. You made it!"
"Yeah, looks like those damn aliens still can't kill me."
Mike Marmo was one of Robert's child hood friends. They had both grown up together and had both joined the Naval Academy. They both became Longsword pilots and were both quickly promoted due to their excellence in piloting. Now they were both wingmen.
"Hey, did you read the casulty report Rob?"
"I try not to."
"Here," Micheal went to the nearby computer and accessed the casulty report, "read it."
Robert scanned the casulty report. The battle had been a victory for the most part, if several thousand dead is a victory. The 5 UNSC ships already at Genesis had been almost completly destroyed. Two of the three frigates were utterly destroyed while the two destroyers were heavily damaged. It would take almost a year to make them spaceworthy again. One of the friages however had only been moderatly damaged, but would still require months of repairs. The Yorktown battlegroup was much luckier. The lost only one destroyer and three frigates. One destroyer had been severly crippled while the rest of the fleet suffered minor damage. The entire covenant fleet had been destroyed and they had luckily not glassed the planet.
"How are the marines doing?"
"They're clearing up the covenant troops that managed to land on the planet. They're also preparing to evac the civilians."
"Why, we won."
"Yeah, but the covenant knows we're here, so they'll probably come back, but in greater numbers."
"Same as always."
"Let's hope the fleet can hold the line. I heard that our battlegroup's heading back to Reach while Admiral Gerov's fleet stays here and hold the line."
After the battle had ended, Admiral Gerov arrived with 20 ships to supplement the ships already there.
Suddenly the ship's intercom came to life.
"Prepare for slipspace transit. All nonessential crew members head to cryo-chambers for freezing."
"Great. Alright guy's, let's head to the freezer."
The rest of the men lazily got up and headed to the cryo chambers for freezing.
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