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Battlestar:Halo by (ENS) Rabid_Gallagher&DF-Pliskin

Battlestar Galactica: Halo: Prologue
Date: 16 November 2004, 6:21 PM

By (ENS) Rabid_Gallagher and DF-Pliskin
The Covenant vessel moved through space like a hawk in the air, impassively and with grace. The destroyer made no sound, the dampers working perfectly. It flew across the moon of Titan, the Covenant already attacking Earth. The captain of the vessel already heard of the Hierarchs perfidy and he already ejected the Brutes and the Jackals into deep space, away from the ship.
They thought all of the Earth ships left and protecting the unproblematic world of Earth. That was all of the hope the Covenant in that vessel had left. Their weapon pods demolished, the plasma cannons disabled, and the engine exercising on 25% percent power. Their esprit de corps was low, but didn't go down because of the captain, Kuala Heriantba ' maa, a young but brilliant Elite tactician, bearing the elite Special Ops armor.
The ship aviated through space, trying to get to a repair ship in ambit nearby Earth. "Sir?" a Grunt radio detection and ranging man asked the captain. "Yes?" the Elite responded back, ectomorphic back in his chair. The Grunt quaffed, then retrospected back at the elite commander. "Uh...we found a ship...not human....not Covenant..." It gulped, pointing to the blip on the screen.
The elite frowned, not assured of the ship. He pressed a few buttons, and the view screen came up. It slowly ascended to the top, the plasma available for viewing. The stars were in their natural state, but not the huge ship that was in the far right of the screen....

Galactica halted it's engines, going from speed to nothing in a second. "Captain, what is that?" asked a young officer, staring at the Covenant destroyer. Adama sighed. "I read about the Earth Vessels, and they don't look like this...." He told the officer, massaging his head. He looked at the map of Earth from telemetry of space, and saw what was happening.
"Earth is in danger....but not from Cyclones....." he said to himself, misconstrued by the ship of the Covenant. He never witnessed or heard of the Covenant, since they were about two hundred thousand light-years away from the Covenant homeworld. He never thought of Earth being attacked by a race of extraterrestrial beings he never heard of.
"Apollo, Starbuck. Earth is being attack. Send all of the fighters to assist Earth's defensives, now!" he yelled into the intercom, hoping that Earth isn't designated yet.

"To finish this fight, sir." the Chief said, over the intercom. The admiral sighed with rilievo, then pointed to a ensign. "Don't engage it! The Chief's onboard!" he yelled, endeavoring to get the ensign's attention. The ensign, scantily, stopped the MAC gun from terminating that ship from destruction.
"Whew...." said the admiral, breathing a sigh of relief. He snaffled the intercom. "Chief, you must disabled the ship, de-brief me later." he ordered, the auditory sensation of falling debris around the Admiral was heard over the radio. He looked over at the radar-man.
"Anything new, Lieutenant?" he asked, marveling if anymore Covenant ships were on the way. The lieutenant's eyes darted, befuddled. "Uh...Yea, there is a ship. But's its not using standard UNSC responsive ICR signals, so it's either damaged, Covenant, or something. Whatever it is, I'm pretty ineluctable it ain't human...". The admiral frowned, not cognizing what to do. He began to restitute hope, thinking that Cairo station was gone and his military career cut short by a incursive Covenant fleet. He turned around, retrospecting at the ensigns around him. "May God help us." he said. Another ensign, an Indian, responded "May Allah help all of us."

"Man, I never thought Earth could be under attack.." said Apollo, flying his fighter. Blue Squadron flew in a V formation, consisting of six fighters. "Hush. Keep radio silence until we began our attack. Covenant vessels coming up in 5 parsecs." Starbuck said over the radio.
The Covenant Seraph fighters noticed the strange retrospecting fighters first, but didn't engaged. The squadron leader, Haroldai Chalumnae ' amee, scanned them while his fighters engaged the ships and Longsword bombers in orbit around Earth.
"YEEEEEHHAAAAWWW!" was heard on all frequencies, radio and deep-space communications. The young elite covered his ears, the sound virulently indelicate. He looked to the starboard side of his fighter, then he saw only blackness....

The Seraph fighter exploded in a ball of flame, the laser blast from Apollo's craft blew it out of space. The V formation broke off, the fighters moving in to defend the last few ships being bombarded by the Covenant ships in circumference of Earth's atmosphere.
Needless to say, the Covenant were take by surprise and stupor by the fierceness of the assaults and the firepower of the avant-garde human fighters. Truth quietly thought to himself about this new human scourge against the ambrosian Covenant.
Where did they come from? And these fighters. . .No. . .it can't be. The Forerunners were wiped out. This is just a small stria of new human ships. . . He thought, though his facial manifestation was unclutter to everyone on-board the Arc.
A Brute guard perambulated up to the Prophet of Truth. He prostrated in the standard tradition of the Covenant. The Prophet didn't observe the Brute, and let the Brute evoke up. "Truth, Tartarus is dead. So is the rest of the Brute High Guard, but that's not the worst thing." he began, un-sure to go further in his speech.
Truth strabismus his left eye, rheumatic about the news. He slammed the seat of his hover-chair and took out a chivalric Plasma Rifle and shot the Brute in the head, killing it. The Brute slowly slipped to the travail on his knees, then his head hit the ground, blood exuding from his deplumate head.
"Start the countdown, I want nothing to brook in the way of the Great Journey, not even that Arbiter, that maledict Arbiter. . ." he vociferated out loud, then got quiet in his articulates near the end. He looked out to the small plasma viewport, staring at the monolithic human vessel.
That will not stop the Great Journey. . .No, it shall not! Not even the demon can stop us now, the Halos are receding to fire, I know that for a fact. This human ship will not stop us. . .But. . .That might be the playing carte for the humans. . . They're contriving something, and it won't avail in the end. Not even the effectuating of the Flood on their macrocosm can halt the Great Journey. Let the Gods be heard!

Battlestar: Halo: Chapter 1: The Battle of Earth
Date: 3 December 2004, 6:46 PM

The Battle of Earth and The Arrival of The Battlestar Pegasus
By (ENS) Rabid_Gallagher & DF-Pliskin
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      The attack wasn't surmised by anyone in the UNSC, nor civilian radar pick-ups. Only a unitary person knew, and he was on the last Covenant super-weapon, the Arc. John 117 ceased his transmission, then culled up his BR55. He pulled back the reloading pin and extracted out a clip of ammo, then supplanted it with a new cohesive clip of ammo. He roused the pin back into it's chamber, then ambulated over to the entry of the hallways.
      The door slowly surfaced to it's chamber, the hallways white in enigma. He applied his head out of the opening and checked for oppositions of the Covenant. Nothing.. . . he said to himself. He stepped out of the doorway and into the hallway, BR55 dismissed to his left.
      "Halt!" yelled a asthmatic Grunt guard. John 117 endured lull, the Grunt not knowing what to do. John realized who was holding him surety. He sprung up, carry out a back-flip. His personify was facing the Grunt, the BR55 purported at the Grunt's face. "Noooo!" It squalled in reverence as it in futilely cavorted for it's life.
      The bullet nailed the skull of the Grunt, severing the brain waves to the body. The other two shots penetrated the heart and lungs of the Grunt, exterminating the Grunt's life. . .

      Kuala Heriantba'maa squalled in choler. "Get us out of here!". The Grunt ensign pressed a few buttons, and a salvo of velocity was palpated among the crew. The Elite captain was vexatied his destroyer couldn't handle the firepower that Battlestar had.
      The Covenant destroyer committed a 360o turn and advanced off to the Covenant ships, where they can get reinforcing stimulus from High Marshall Kuqa'Lamiehiamee, a hero among the Covenant Command Tree. The High Marshall's battle projects destroyed a diploid Human Battle Fleet and destroyed many worlds. He saved many of his Elites when the Brutes and the Jackals betrayed the Covenant.
      Kuala actualized that he was in peril from this new opposition from deep space, and he stimulated to his aide-de-camp as quickly as he could. .

      "This is Admiral Adama, of the Twelve Colonies. Do any of you read me? Repeat, do any Earth residents read me?" he requested in the communications larboard. One of the communication technicians differentiated Adama. "Sir, their communication satellites are knocked out from the battle sir. We should make contact with the closest defense weapons platform.". Adama uttered a sigh and slanted in his chair, rubbing his temple.
      "We don't have time. Engage any alien ships and defend our blood brothers." he articulated, standing up. The technicians went to work and began diagraming flight plans and arming weapon systems to full power, ready to fight. Adama petered his finger out, outcrying "Victory or Death!"

      A huge Covenant Carrier, modified with pulse laser, twenty plasma cannons, an larger hull, and a greater energy output, was in orbit, discharging rounds into the defense platforms and Earth. Apollo and Starbuck flew their Starfighters in a wingman/leader formation around the colossal battleship as they entered a hole where Longsword bombers punctured a hole suitable for the Starfighters to accede. "Begin strafing run." he ordered, his Starfighter discharging rounds into the Covenant Plasma Core, causing it to drop off it's anti-gravity chambers. Apollo pullulated his rounds off, removing the holding canisters of the Core. The core slowly deteriorated off the holding pins and drifted into the barracks, where it detonated.
      The explosion remanded shockwaves passim the entire ship, causing a huge exploding starting in the reactor core room. Apollo and Starbuck tantalized the eruption, barely flying out of the ship in time to escape the blast.

      "Look! It's the Pegasus!" called Apollo, giving Starbuck a radar signal. Starbuck looked fore, and became aware of another Battlestar, the Pegasus, entering the battlefield.
      "Glad I could make it." averred the captain of the Pegasus, Commander Cain. The Pegasus mounted the Havoc Type IV missiles, a small but potent missile, into a Covenant Assault Carrier, squandering it to pieces as its debris drifted into space.
      "All firing batteries, adjust fire onto that starship, we're gonna break through to the Earthlings!" He yelled, the other Battlestar moving to a battlecluster of Covenant Destroyers and Cruisers. . .

      "There's two of them sir!" squalled a Brute. Truth was getting unerring...very unerring acrimonious at this new human weapon. He swept his chair, and receded forward to the firing controls. Send a damn Prophet to do a Grunt's job. . . he thought to himself, activating the light beam weapon. "Let's see if they stop attack when I blow a defense platform out of the sky!" the prophet yelled.
      The Arc carried on through space, the green beam noticeable. The trail directed to the Defense station Germany. It beared off some seconds for the beam to reach it, but it did strike the station. In the immoderate light, no one could see anything. But when the light was gone, nothing on the station was left, only dust and echos. . .

      The Chief encountered the engine room, a board with bigeminal Grunts and Engineers. He catlike receded from the doorway to packages astir his height. He positioned some C7 on the top of the entry and compacted the A-R-M button. He stepped away from the entry and moved away from it, silently of course. He squashed the button for detonation, holding his helmet and getting ready to rebuff.
      The explosion collapsed the doorway, the Grunts misconstrued about what just happened. The Chief took this as a tactical advantage and leaped up, firing well aimed shots at the Engineers and the Grunts. The Grunts screeched in revulsion as their lives were snuffed out of their bodies. The Engineers, although very agitated, let the Chief exterminate them, awaiting Death.
      He felt the air, the olfactory perception of blood were all over. He shook his head and perambulated over to the engines. "Let's see you get out of this one, Truth." he stated to himself. He grinned as he compiled the C7 on the engine. He slowly walked out of the room, fulfilled of his revenge as he pressed the button to detonate the bomb. . .

      Apollo and Starbuck finished their assault runs on time, with brisk and most ammo still in their weapon cambers. "Starbuck, we should head back. Unless. . .Wait a minute, there is one ship big enough for the defense platforms to worry about. We should head out and destroy it." he recounted his thoughts.
      Starbuck contemplated for a minute. . .then made up his mind. "Alright. Let's go." he said.
The Starfighters flew adjacent to each other while they headed to their way point. They saw the monolithic ship, the Arc, as it surmounted to them.
      Suddenly, the ship had small eruptions in the vicinity of the hull, plasma erupted from the ventholes. Two escape pods flew out of the Arc, as soon as it erupted into a ballock of fire. One of the pods headed for the battleground of Covenant ships, while the supplemental pod directed for the two young pilots.
      A voice was heard over the communications. "This is Spartan 117. Admiral, the Index is secure and the Arc is in ruin. Requesting transport, over." The Chief articulated over radiocommunication. Cheers erupted over the radio from ship crews and Defense Platforms as they learned of the Chief's exploits, and the Covenant beaten back to Mars. Earth was conserved, on the account of the Galactica, the Pegasus, and the young pilots Apollo and Starbuck.
      The affair the UNSC had to brood on astir presently, was the assaulting Flood. . .