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Blue Squadron Chronicles, Part Five
Posted By: Hunter_Killer<jlp8118@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 8 November 2003, 1:15 AM
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1135 Hours, 9 May 2601(Military Calendar)/
Near Earth,
Sol System
Jonathan had been waiting a solid 20 minutes before he saw the three pelicans in front of the launch bay. He ran over to the holo-panels, and-after a few tries-opened the forcefield on the bay. The Covenant used a fail-safe shield that holds oxygen in, and lets ships pass too.
The Dropships scooted in, and each unloaded 7 Special Operation Marines, equipped with M232 Battle Rifles and MB9H Assault Rifles, which quickly thundered up the hallways to the Flight Leader.
Upon arriving, they set out, with Jonathan leading. Soon, they encountered a Hunter in the next hall, which they promptly Fragged with Frags and bullets and plasma.
It fell, without firing a single shot.
"Where's the other?" Asked a Marine.
"Probably killed by the prior assault," Jonathan said, pointing to another dead Marine they came across.
So, after continuing for a bit, and killing about 8 dozen Covies, they came to the Command Center.
This one had four doors; three had humans behind it. 7 Marines at one, 7 at another, and 6-with Jonathan-at the last.
"Go!" He yelled, and the Marines charged in.
After a fierce firefight with the Elites and Jackals there, the Bridge was theirs!
Casualties from that one fight totaled a dozen and a half Covenant, and two Marines.
"Ok," Said Jonathan. "Marines, secure the ship. You two, stay with me. Move out!"
All but two Marines ran into the other door. Jonathan began to decipher the flight controls, and soon had the ship on course for another.
He fired all lasers and torpedoes into the other ship, prompting a flash signaling 7 Score of Covenant's immediate death.
Two other Covies fled into slipspace; the rest were getting hammered by the UNSC Ships(About 40 were left now)
Jonathan then hailed Admiral Forest's Flagship.
"Sir, Divine Wind captured and ready for orders. Got any for us? Or shall I get a new Longsword?"
"Orders? Three simple words: KILL THEM ALL!! Forest out."
"Aye, aye," Said Jonathan, as he blew up another Covie.
The battle had now turned! Earth was certainly safe from attack! At least for now, Thought Jonathan.
In less than an hour, all enemies had been driven away in one way or another, and the UNSC Forces limped to Earth to regroup.
With the new Plasma weapons on the captured Covie, the UNSC quickly devised a laser that would cut through Plasma Shielding.
However, it would take time to put in.
An EX Model was installed on the Blue Squadron's Longswords ASAP. Now the UNSC had a chance to fight back.
And the Enemy struck again. It was two weeks from the last assault.
Two weeks from now, Blue One, on patrol in the asteroid field of Sol/
This patrol was almost over. Usually, a scanner sweep was all than needed to make sure no Covies were present, but the UNSC's Scanner stations-along with many other vital units-were annihilated.
So, Fleet command sent in the Fighters in sweeps 2 Minutes apart.
Jonathan and Lan were racing, with their engines on %170. Jonathan narrowly avoided an asteroid, and swiveled to fit between two more.
Lan used his Cannons to carve a path through this space rock, whilst tearing alongside the Flight Leader.
A small meteor hit Jonathan's sword, and left a large dent.
"There goes the paint job," Noted Jonathan on the radio.
However, Jonathan was narrowly winning over the Lt. Jg. Lan, and loving it.
"Oh well," Lan's voice crackled over the radio, after the race was over, "There's always next time."
"Yah, Uh huh, jus' like last time, boy!" Bantered Jonathan.
"A Plasma Torpedo was chasing me! I had to swerve and lose!" Lan complained.
"Excuses, excuses..." Jonathan said. Then, a weird blotch appeared on the scanner scope.
"Hello..." He said, and checked the scanner readings.
Definitely 10, at least, monstrous sized ships showed up, with around 600 Fighters surrounding them. "Oh shit. This ain't lookin' good,"
"What?"
"Enemy fleet."
"I see it. We'd better warn UNSC Command!"
"Ok, you go and get help. I'll press on the attack and tie as many of them up as possible."
"It's suicide! I'm staying here!!"
"No you AREN'T, You're going to warn the UNSC. NOW."
"As you wish, Commander," Said Lan, defeated, and his fighter accelerated in the other direction.
"Commander," Piped up the fancy new "Smart" Fighter AI, Merlin, "Enemy Capitol Ships, 200 million kilometers and closing."
"I see them, Merlin." Jonathan then pushed the throttle forward, and the engines roared with gusto. The Longsword sped up even more, and created a fold of space because of the super high velocity, parting for it.
"Warning: Engines at one hundred and seventy-five per cent. Engine meltdown in one minute," Said Merlin with worry punctuating his voice.
"Ok, Ok," Jonathan said, and pulled it down to a hundred per cent. The engines began to die out, but stabilized after a second.
With a jolt, the fighter slowed.
"THAT'S better," Said Merlin indignantly.
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