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Blue Squadron Chronicles, Part Three
Posted By: Hunter_Killer<jlp8118@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 24 October 2003, 6:23 PM
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1101 Hours, 9 May 2601(Military Calendar)/
Near Saturn,
Sol System
Jonathan squeezed the button on his flight stick, and the machine guns onboard geared into action. Instantly, 700 Rounds were injected into the hapless Covenant Dropship, as the bullets pinged and punctured it.
Several dozen rounds hit home in the ship's engines, and a second later a brilliant flash signaled the end of the enemy craft.
Jonathan whooped, as his fighter began weaving in and out of the area, destroying new targets.
The rest of his squadron was fairing similarly, and soon more than a dozen Dropships and 14 Seraphs were gone. However, there were plenty left; over 200 Dropships and escorts to match rushed hungrily towards the blue gem of Sol; Earth.
Blue Squadron was not going to let this happen. Backing them up was Red Squadron, Gold Squadron, Green Squadron, Brown Squadron, and Purple Squadron, and the 50 Ships left of the crippled UNSC Fleet. On Earth, over one billion Marine and Militia battalions stood ready to defend the planet. This was the last of the gasping UNSC's force.
This was it. There was no surrender, only death. Humanity could not win, vs. the superior tactics, numbers and technology of the Covenant, but they could sure as hell make them pay for their crusade.
Already, over 600,000,000 Covenant lay dead, almost 120,000,000,000,000 Humans now do not exist.
Jonathan kept this in mind, as he charged forward towards one of the 30 Covenant Ships in system; a Small Frigate Class Battleship.
The lateral lines of the sleek enemy vessel began to glow red, and they grew brighter every second. His HUD flashed a warning, and Jonathan quickly struck the stick, causing the fighter to barrel roll out of the way of the lance of red light.
"Son of a bitch," Scowled Jonathan, as he regained his course. "Blue 2, 3, 4, and 5 move out on my point, now," Ordered Jonathan into the radio, and the 5 Fighters encircled him a second later.
They sped towards the Frigate, and soon they had Target Lock. Jonathan fired his chainguns, but the bullets just bounced off the potent Plasma Shielding.
"USS Cambridge , please assist at Vector 182, by 620," Jonathan called over the radio. Before an answer came from the UNSC Assault Frigate, Jonathan's radar lit up with red blips. They surrounded the little formation, and closed in.
"Contacts! Enemy Fighters, 9 o' Clock High! Take Evasive Action!" Lance's voice yelled over the radio.
The plasma weapons on the ships lit up, and spewed blue bolts of the searing stuff towards the Longsword Bs.
Jonathan gripped the stick, and swiveled it. The fighter swerved, narrowly avoiding several columns of bright blue Plasma. It soared harmlessly to the starboard.
Lance fired a Missile directly into the plasma lines, and it exploded. The explosion absorbed the rest of the volley, and Lance gave the middle finger to a Seraph that he flew up to. The distance between them was 10 Meters. The Elite yelled with rage, and tried to ram.
It flew directly into a hail of bullets, and it became a fireball, spinning wildly out of control. Lance smiled, and went full throttle towards the Frigate.
Dack's fighter was hit by two bolts of deadly Plasma, and the outer layer of Titanium-B sizzled away. Dack, after exploring several unpleasant phrases, pulled the throttle to %0. The Seraph sped in front of the Sword, and Dack quickly rewarded it with a missile up the tailpipe.
It exploded in a brilliant flash, and several pieces of debris slowly floated aimlessly, and a mass of frozen, blue blood also floated loose.
Flight Officer Chelsea Richards's Longsword simply sped past the Plasma Bolts, and past the seraph. The wing sliced through it, and it exploded a second later.
F.O Brett Farve's fighter was hit by a fuel rod bolt, and a trail of smoke blazed out of the sizzling hull. Warning klaxons and screens lighted up inside the fighter.
However, Farve was able to keep it under control enough to down the enemy fighter with machine guns and steer towards the Covenant ship.
Now, the UNSC Ship moved ahead, and twin Magnetic Accelerator Cannon bolts blazed from launchers in the hull.
The bolts hit the Frigate's shields, and they overloaded. The Longswords flew ahead, and pounded the enemy with Space-to-Ship 'Jackhammer' Rockets.
Little explosions dotted the hull, and it began to come undone.
However, several red lines blasted deadly laser beams at the UNSC Ship. The beams punctured the Ship, and it sizzled. It was now rendered disabled and almost torn in 4 pieces, as it slowly floated in space.
Several seconds later, the damnable Covenant ship exploded several times over, as the reactor was punctured.
So the Battle of Earth went back and fourth.
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