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Date: 21 January 2005, 9:56 PM

Ok so im new to this, so it would be greatly appreciated for some feed back. Thanks the author...

UNSC flagship MADRID
0730 5 April 2553
Primeudes 4

Sir, entering subspace in 3, 2, 1. The dark void shredded around them and revealed the endless space and stars that seemed to go on forever.

Start scanning lieutenant; I don't want any surprises coming from the covenant. Turning, Any word on the fleet asked captain Sofranic? No sir, the last transmission from Admiral Valdez's fleet was over twenty hours ago.

Cpt. scanning is complete. Report! Sir all the scanners confirm is sixty-four destroyed UNSC vessels and 108 destroyed covenant vessels. Any signs of activity? No sir. Whats are current position in system? Were about 4 hours from Primeuds 4.Get on the horn with fleet com, see when the rest of the fleet will be here?

Sir, fleet is about eleven hours out. What's on their roster? About sixteen vessels sir plus two orbital repair stations, admiral nimitzs wants to see if we could get some damaged vessels re-commissioned.

What are the classes on the ships that will arrive? Looking down at the screen... Three flagships. The victorious, the liengrad and ours sir. Also 12 assault carriers and cruisers, three frigates and 3 destroyers, plus the two orbital stations. Thinking to himself as to were the rest of the survivors of Valdez's fleet were. Ahh captain, you might wanna check this out! What is it son. Well see this here tapping on the image in front of him. This is a manmade structure, yes go on, and this tapping to the right is base camp. Looks to be covenant. Sir we have a distress call from planet side it's from admiral Valdez their under attack!!

Peeking around the corner, corporal perrez alpha company third regiment was just as feed up with the covenant bastards as anyone else. Around the corner he saw a large wraith tank surrounded by what looked like an elite hunter killer group. Black armor, plasma swords and plasma grenades up the ass and these elites were no one to mess with. Shit, just are luck thinking out loud.

Pvt. Get that launcher up here, on the double son. In prone position behind some rubble the pvt could see all he wanted to see. Five elites and a wraith and behind them was a whole lot of pissed off covenant. To the groups left and right were the best thing a marine could have, armor support. Two scorpion MBT's and four ODST fire teams. Enough fire power to defend a small base which as a matter-of-factly was what they were doing.

They arrived in system only twenty hours ago and on the ground for about twelve felt like an eternity. after losing the space battle the fleets personal made a mad dash for planet side just before detonating their still experimental nova bomb which utterly destroyed the covenant ships that were in orbit. So far the situation was that they were stranded on this godforsakkin planet with enough men, weapons and food to blow up a whole goddamn planet and that is what is exactly what their gonna.

Corporal perrez hated the covenant with a passion. Both his brothers served as an ODST on Reach defending one of the generator complexes when a fleet admiral ordered them and their company to flank a superior enemy through a forest which was targeted for saturation bombing. Neither one of them made it alive, but it was time for the covenant to pay.

Alpha company this is support do you copy over? Roger support we read you loud and clear! We have seven bad guys and a wraith please confirm. Roger that support seven bad guys and a wraith the package is dirty over. Roger that alpha company commencing attack when you are alpha. Roger that support commencing attack over and out. Pvt, what are you waiting for take out that tank? Yes sir!

Looking through the scope, the new law fit perfectly for this the private thought as he slammed the firing stud to fire. Stand clear, three seconds later the rocket went off with a thump. The flight time was barley four seconds when its seven-hundred kilogram shaped warhead detonating three meters into the tank, all your herd was a thud then a loud bang when the MBT fired its 90mm HE rounds slamming into the tanks and elites around a twenty meter blast radius.

After the smoke cleared all you could see was a 20 by 20 foot gaping hole were the tank used to be. Sitting quietly behind the rubble all they could feel was the ground tremble. Thinking to himself as what on earth could cause that much noise but saw something he would only see in his nightmares! Hundred upon hundreds of rows of grunts fallowed by jackals then elites in their ghosts. Send a distress call anything and report to base it's goanna be a long bloody day. Out of the fire into the inferno he thought!

Out of the fire into the inferno.(part two)
Date: 25 January 2005, 7:38 PM

Primeudes IV
Alpha company
April 5, 2553 1230MT

Cannon fodder.

"Roger that alpha company" said Staff Sergeant Casey witman. "We have them on our scopes, sending air support." Turning towards that makeshift staff that had survived the drop. " I want five birds prepped and ready on the pad in two minutes" said Casey.

Looking back at Admiral Valdez "is there something on your mind sir, because if there is id like to hear it."

"Well we just made contact with Captain Sofranic on the flag ship Madrid, he's going to send support."

"What kind of support do you mean sir?"

" Well we have twelve pelicans loaded with marines, warthogs and MBTs, and one Shiva nuclear warhead" said Admiral Valdez.

Letting out a low whistle, "wow we could sure use that" said Casey. "Its like Christmas all over again." He blurted.

"Send a message to alpha company, I want a target about seven miles from their position lighted up" explained the Admiral.

"The birds are ready, pre flight is just coming in." said the crew chief.

"Roger that, inform me when they start their attack run."

Grassy knoll.

Looking around behind the knoll, Corporal Perez could tell that they were in deep shit. All hell broke lose when he and his men lit up the wraith and the elite hunter/killer group.

"Roger that alpha company, air support is on the way." Explained the calm staff sergeant just over the ridge.

"God I hope they get here soon or there wont be anything to support" bitching to the men around him. Looking at the private next to him "set off those charges now goddanmit."

Hearing the natural click from the trigger on the remote going from standby to fire. "Fire in the hole" screamed the private.

Ducking his head beneath his hands to protect his head and ears from the blast the corporal felt the ground tremble as the web shaped mine field that alpha company place just hours before went off without a hitch.

Looking up in satisfaction, as hundreds of grunts and jackals were ripped apart as the lotus anti-tank mines went off, throwing thousands of shrapnel into the air. He saw a elite in red armor cut right in half as a paper size shrapnel cut threw his shield and then him in a blink of and eye.

With a large grin on his face, he cocked back the hammer on his battle rifle with a "clack", then raised it up to his shoulder not even bothering to look threw his sights, aiming at a grunt.

Pulling the trigger back with a satisfactory recoil from the three round burst. Down range as the hallow point tips ripped threw the grunts mask ripping its face apart, and then igniting the methane mask. Seconds later the grunt and his parents that strayed to close were engulfed in a blue fireball as the plasma grenades cooked off on its belt.

Time slowed down as the covenant and the marines were deep in a struggle for survival. Looking to his right he saw a plasma grenade stick to a marines helmet. Screaming he threw himself towards the covenant, saving his comrades around him but at the cost of his own life.

Reality all came rushing back to him, feeling num and cold. Falling back as the blue sky turned black as the long sword fighters flew over. Feeling his arm, blood came flowing out of his right shoulder. " It must have been those damn snipers he was warned about" he thought to himself just before blacking out from the intense heat of the napalm burning the covenant around him.

A quick, purple beam shot straight past Private mikey Hernandez face, panicking he looked behind him and saw that corporal Perez was shot clean threw the shoulder. Looking franticly left and right, screaming for a medic. Too much was going on at one time just understand the whole situation.Explosions from the tanks pounding at the covenant forces, the chatter of gunfire and the loud whine of the plasma weapons discharging and then the thunderous turbines of the long sword fighter group, it all was to much.

Base Camp.

"Admiral the fighter group is starting the attack run now, also its all static and random gun fire on alphas side, no contact" said the staff sergeant.

Turning towards the monitors, which showed the engagement from the cockpit of the lead fight.

"Dear god, their every were." Said the Admiral in complete surprise.

Out of the fire into the inferno (part three)
Date: 14 February 2005, 7:31 PM

Hey, ive taken a while to write this next segment. I hope you like this next part. Thanks alot to MCC, Sam_Fisha and the others that are helping me!!! ENJOY.

April,4 2553 1200hrs(MilitaryCalender)


Looking through the bridge view port Admiral Vincent Valdez was astonished with the fact that their ship the kiev which was a class three Marathon Heavy Assault Cruiser and his Battle Group was still intact.

"Sir, we have the tally on the casualty report you asked for," said Lieutenant Transeu

"What is it Lieutenant!" exclaimed the Admiral

"Ten percent casualties on the battle group and no sign of the Covenant, we lost the Carrier Hero, Destroyer's Divx and Saratoga, and Frigates Muhammad, Ifrit, Divine Wind and kamikaze," said the lieutenant transeu in a strained voice.

Rubbing his closed eyes, he silently thought to himself of all the men and women he sent to their deaths. Replaying the battle over and over in his head, seeing the Carrier Hero sacrifice herself for his ship. Taking plasma torpedoes in her mid-section gutting her, burning through the titanium-A battle armor like tissue paper and just adding to the death toll. It wasn't in vain, he thought. Slamming his fist into the bulkhead in front of him. The whole bridge crew turned staring at their Admiral, silently waiting for his next order, just waiting.

"Why are we here, why is this system so important to us?" asking the ONI officer to his right.

Looking at the Admiral, straining to even comprehend the pain that this officer felt and fell short. Stammering, " Well sir I can't really say." Said first officer Jake Balderas. Now looking into the eyes of Admiral Valdez, the pain and grieving he witnessed earlier vanished only to return with anger and revenge.

"Well why the hell not JAKE?"

Wincing at that last remark, "because you are not cleared," stammered Jake.

"If to you don't tell me what I need to know, ill make sure you never make it home again, ONI spook or not ill kill you, I want to know NOW." screamed the Valdez
"All right, all right" panicked Jake. " Give me a second."
Tapping furiously on the keys on the Intel station. Top brass is going to have my ass for this as he entered his password and ID.
"OK have a seat" he told the Captain.
"Five days ago we came across a secure transmission between a Covenant Cruiser the Sacred Promise and what is known as High Charity and in that transmission we discovered the location of this High Charity and this (pointing to the planet the Battle Group was currently orbiting).
"How and what is it worth to us," asked the Admiral in a curious tone.
" These planets if I read this right is were the Covenant are looking for a Artifact of some kind and we want if for obvious reasons," said the ONI officer
"I see so were supposed to capture this "Artifact" and take it back to Earth, am I correct on this?"
"Yes sir, that's pretty much it."
Turning toward the Communications and Navigation consoles, " relay this conversation to Commander Delphia at camp Phoenix, and give me satellite data for the planet." Said the Captain
"And what about this High Charity?" Asked the Admiral
"Well sir we sent a scout ship, the Helena, this is all we got (pointing to the screen) before we lost contact."
Letting out a low whistle, amazing the Admiral thought staring at this planet size umbrella with what seemed to be more covenant ships than anyone has ever seen.

Thinking to him self as to what a trinimum or Nova bomb like the one that was on Reach and the one that was in missile bay seven would do this High Charity and the Covenant fleet surrounding it.

In his late thirties Captain Delphia was a good friend to Admiral Valdez who was in charge of the protection this godforsaken planet and was growing very tired of this war.
" To many damn hero's and not a big enough outcome" he thought
" Sir, flash message from Admiral Valdez and Corporal Perez would like to speak with you sir," said Staff Sergeant Casey Witman
"Put the flash message on holo tank four, would yea sergeant," said the Admiral "And tell the Corporal to wait in my courters"
Turning towards communications he sees the young stressed face of Admiral Valdez. The Commander watches and talks to the Admiral for five minutes and discovers one defining fact. The Covenant was after a "Artifact" and they weren't going to stop for anything. Already stopping them cold just mere hours ago wouldn't be enough turning he sees the young face of his friend Vincent. He and Delphia went back as far as the Harvest campaign, serving together on the destroyer Versailles and the frigate Seawolf, they always talked and kept each other in the loop when shit hit the fan. Now under the same Command structure once again, Admiral Valdez made sure that the commander always came out on top no matter what.
Thinking back to when he could remember when the UNSC still had Reach and Earth was still a secret, but now Reach was no more than another glassed planet and Earth was all that was left out of the once mighty UNSC colonies.
" Well nice to see you again. How's things ground side? " asked Valdez
" Well no contact yet." "Phoenix base is up and we have secured a two mile by one mile area in between two large mountains and perimeter is set, how's things in orbit?" explained the Commander
"Well", cut off by Klaxons that began to go off, the room went from well lit to a Erie red which only meant that the Battle Group went from normal operations to Battle Stations, which also meant that the Covenant came back! The Admiral felt a cold shiver go down the middle of his spine.

Out of the fire into the inferno (part four)
Date: 14 February 2005, 7:41 PM

April,4 2553 1400hrs(Military Calender)
In orbit/The first to fight.

Yelling orders, receiving orders it was all a blur for Captain Clinton. The covenant had just as always arrived in perfect formation just on the far side of the planet. Dropping drop ships off just three hundred clicks from Commander Delphia's position and was preparing another jump into slip space.
"Did you get the count on Covenant ships Lieutenant" asked the Admiral.
"Yes sir, one hundred and eight ships mostly Destroyers, frigates and transport vessels." Said the Lieutenant
Just as soon as they arrived they disappeared. It was amazing how the Covenant was light years ahead of the UNSC but it was also the reason they were losing this damn war.
"Have all ships ready their MAC guns and Missiles and also arm the triunim bomb, have all destroyers and Carriers launch their Long sword fighters." Ordered Valdez
Turning towards the Admiral "Sorry, you have (looking down at a paper) over two hundred drop ships landing three hundred clicks from your position and over one hundred and eight Covenant ships in orbit."
"Its going to be a busy day Admiral, good luck and good hunting" Commander Delphia out.
"What's the status Lieutenant."
"Fleets weapons are hot, fighters are in formation and we ready Admiral!" said the lieutenant excitedly
Counting to himself he saw fifty-two UNSC ships against one hundred and eight Covenant ships. Damn the UNSC only won battles when we out numbered the Covenant not the other way around.
"Sir slip space rupture off the Battle groups starboard."
Turning on the mic, " All hands man battle station this is not a drill I repeat all hands man battle stations this is not a drill"
That got their attention he thought. Seeing the rest of Crew B running in, manning their posts. Activate point defenses and bring up are AI would yea Lieutenant.
"Sir yes sir"
The fleet was ready. With fighters already engaging, Frigates and Destroyers in the lead with the UNSC's capitol ship's in the middle. A perfect pyramid formation.
Burning hulks floated all around him in the vacuum of space. Mostly his fellow comrades but some were covenant. Running, always running, why? He was tired of running all of humanity was tired of running. Places to run to were limited, they were to hard to come by. Following the Cole Protocol, that was becoming even harder to follow. All the exit vectors were dwindling to only a small light at the end of the tunnel.
Watching the destroyer Prestige evaporated from existence, all crew in the forward decks just ceased to exist. Debris slowly burning in the atmosphere as a sleek Covenant Cruiser pushes through a chunk off the forward half of the carrier Volcum, brushing off the Cruiser's shields, shimmering in the bleak light. Its flanks slowly appear red as they ready another volley, MAC rounds hit her in aft of the engine room, fighters harass the Cruiser with their ship-ship missiles. Pinpoint lasers and 50mm cannons obliterate the small fragile aircraft that fly through the battlefield. It was all chaos, too much for the human mind to comprehend. Super computers transmitting signals, communicating, destroying at the speed of light.
The relenting barrage of plasma decimated the proud UNSC fleet, but not at a price. Small novas erupted and dissipated in a blink of an eye, ships simply vanish in the large fireball that grew between the two opposing forces.
I'm initiating Cole Protocol Article three. Were abandoning ship. Picking up the mic laying next to his station, he hesitates. Breathing slowly, he brings the mic to his mouth. "All hands this is your Admiral speaking, all UNSC personal shall report to their nearest orbital drop stations and evacuate all vessels, all flight crews will ready your birds for an hotdrop within ten minutes, its been proud to serve with all of you under my command, good luck and good hunting Admiral Valdez out." Breathing out slowly he sorts his mind, do I really wanna go through with this. No choice!
Seeing his bridge crew gather their belongings, he stands, looking towards the CO of the Kiev, Commanding Officer Brian Stranworth , Admiral Stranworths son. "I have one last order for you." Staring at his second in command. "What's that sir?"… Looking puzzled. "Give um hell." "Aren't you coming with us sir?" looking puzzled. "Yea I'll be there in a sec, just one last thing to attend to."
Just before opening a secure link to the Commander planet side he brings up the inventory database for missile bay seven. He rapidly scrolls down the page. There!! Double tapping on what he was looking for. The Mark IV Triminum a.k.a. NOVA bomb was an experimental bomb made to even the battlefield in space with the Covenant or simply with a push of a button destroy a whole planet. In this case it was to ensure that the Covenant weren't able to further deploy more forces in this system. It would destroy the rest of his fleet but that was about to happen anyway. So why not take a few more Covi basterds with them. "Juliet, would you prep the Triminum missile for firing and open the channel with theCommander." "Yes Admiral, one minute till prep is done after that you are free to fire!" "Thank you Juliet."
Staring deeply into the eyes of his Commander, he sensed that this was the last he would see of him. "Admiral there wasn't much you could do up here was there?" " I've initiated Cole Protocol Article three, survivors will be landing shortly and one last thing." " Yes Admiral?" "With Cole Protocol Article tree is the last ditch effort we divised just coming into the system." "Yes what about it?" "Well as of 0500hrs eastern military time, plan alpha niner is in effect."
Cut off with the Commander as a plasma torpedo fried here communications array. Slowly standing, lights flickering, sparks spewing from a terminal as the Kiev lists to the starboard and back to port. Looking around he sees computer screens shattered papers littered the floor it was all a mess. "This was what it all came down to" he silently said to him self. His personal radio chirped to life, "Commander, do not return message, this is Commander Jason Presario, all personnel are evaced its been a pleasure sir see you ground side, godspeed Jason out!"
"Sir, missile is prepped and ready to fire at your command, what would your target destination be?"
"Target the biggest mother fucker in the middle of the Battle Group, I want all Covenant ships destroyed."
"Scanning… target found, classification Assault Carrier Mark V, confirm and fire when ready."
"Target confirmed, fire at will!"

Ship Master Oni misigota was the highest-ranking elite in the whole fleet, standing over eight feet tall and wore gold translucent armor which showed his rank and importance in the fleet, also adding to his intimidation was the plasma sword given to him from the Profit of Regret at the ceremony for changing of the fleet Commanders, which was always at his side. The Profits sensing this mission was of great importance and sending anyone less than Ship Master Oni was an act of herisy also adding to things was that his fleet had the highest success record in combat. He would succeed or die trying. His Carrier, the Translesents was the best in the fleet of the inner sanctum. Bristling with power, speed and the best Covenant the Holy Profits could find the translesents prowled space in search of relics left behind by their gods for the Might of the Covenant Empire to find. From Sigma Octuras, Reach, Installation 04 and now he and his fleet endured countless victories but now this battle felt final but he couldn't place why.
"Ship Master, the Infidels are in full retreat." Said Translesents AI.
"Praise be to the Covenant, the Profits will be pleased with us!"
"Death to all that dares to defy"
Cut off in mid-sentence he felt his ship his world tear to shreds, he thought just before his atoms dissipated was that his great journey just begun and pain would forever be forgotten, but he soon realized his journey was over and the pain he felt would last FOREVER!

Nova missile number one fired out the starboard side of the Cruiser Kiev, the boost from the solid rocket propelled the slim missile out into space. After clearing the side hull the missile's programming initiated a three-second burn turning the missile 180 degrees towards its designated target. The missile's sensors then activated and scanned its path towards the target, finding millions of debris floating in the endless vacuum finding chunks the size of small apartment buildings to the size of small cars. It would take years to scan and sort every single object in orbit but debris was not what the sleek missile was looking for. It was the looking for live prey or Covenant warships as you may say.

Running as fast as his legs allowed him to the Admiral flew down halls, decks and barracks finally reaching his destination. HEV pod 116. Left for the whole Command crew and then some, the Admiral was the last to enter. "Punch it" "aren't you going to buckle" " no time just go NOW!" slamming the hatch shut just before the main boosters ignited and propelled the small pod away from the doomed ship. Looking back at the bulk head staring at nothing, or was it something who knew. One last salute to the men and women of the UNSC Navel forces.
Designed for high speed and maneuverability to dodge other missiles, lasers, aircraft and debris, the missile flew just under mach one to avoid attention until it was too late. Pinging a frequency off the hulls and shields of the Cruisers, frigates and destroyers trying to find the right frequency that fit the tear drop shape with a large oval or cylindrical sphere towards the aft of the ship which housed the weapon systems, shield electronics and fleet communications. After four return pings the missile finally found its target. A class IV Assault Carrier directly in the center of the battlefield were Kiev's AI had programmed it to be.
Running from his barracks Private first class Chase Bucanan herd from several of his buddies that the space battle had taken a turn for the worse. "Damn I always hated space battles, just sitting here not having control over whether a big ball of super heated plasma would fry my sorry ass or not" complaining to his comrade Private first class Bryce Wilson. "Yea no shit, id rather have dirt under my feet any day." They both grew up together in a small town called Flagstaff Arizona back in the new states. Going to basic and then station in the same fleet was a blessing, but best of all they were about to kill some Covenant together. Stopping just short of hanger bay seven's elevator which would take the two and their squad to the ships armory and then to the hanger itself. "What's the hold up man, we cant really afford to stop or the Sarg will have are ass's." stammered Bryce.
"Just look, have you ever stopped and just looked into space?" asked Chase.
"No, why would I, god your such a dumbass sometimes." Saying while grabbing chase by the collar and dragging him to the elevator
Increasing fuel output to 93% the missile sped from just under mach one to mach nine. One click from the carrier the missile ascended into a vertical climb to avoid point defenses. Thirty seconds later it pulled out of the vertical climb and steady on course just above the Covenant Flagship. Burning up the last of the fuel the missile initiated the last of its waypoints. Diving for the center of the vessel, slamming first into the shield and seconds later plunging deep into the ship. Sensing the 4g slow down it activated the arming prongs of the warhead. The fuse flashed into incandescence, lighting off the intermediate explosive nestled in the center of the main warhead erupting into a huge frenzy. The NOVA missile detonated in the center of the carrier were it housed it plasma reserves for the shaping and then discharge of the main plasma batteries.
A small sun burned inside the middle of the Covenant fleet. Billowing out, raging fingers burned all that it touched. The whole Covenant Fleet destroyed in one active motion, sonic frequencies slammed into the rapidly retreating UNSC forces, swatting some out of the sky like flies. As the inferno dissipated, the space around the planet went back to its state of Aura, peaceful and quiet. The death of the Covenant fleet signaled the rise and fall of the Covenant Empire on Primedeus IV

The force of Gravity
Date: 26 June 2005, 12:32 am


Flexing every muscle he had in his body, trying to push blood back to his brain as tunnel vision closed a dark shroud across his sight. Pulling hard on the control yoke, listing to the whine of the engines straining, flames enveloped the cockpit windows as the dull gray and black paint burned away. Temperature rising to just over a hundred and fifty degrees inside the cabin. Wanting to reach up and whip the sweat that burned his eyes but dismissed the thought. Letting go would just send them into a uncontrollable free fall. For Airman Sky buccunan his day was just getting started.

…The rear hatch isn't holding…

…. Shit theirs wreckage everywhere…

…Engage bottom thrusters…

…Shit were not slowing…

…Cabin pressure is dropping…

…. What is … power plummeting…

…Hydraulics are fail… switch to…

…Mayday, may… this is Pelican 491 of the UN…C, uncont…le decent, trying … send help ….coordinates four….. by …….. ni…… on small… dge…. Cishhhhhhhhhhh… END OF TRANSMISSION APRIL FORTH, 2553

Slowly opening his eyes, trying to look around the cabin of what was left of pelican 491. The smell of burning flesh, ozone and fuel jolted his senses. Lifeless bodies drooped over in their five point harness's like lifeless puppets, weapons and bullet cartage's lay strewn about. Large crates broken open reviling their belongings, it was a sight from hell. Nausea hit him as he tried to slowly stand, doubling over, puking out the meat surprise he ate just hours ago in Kiev's mess hall with his buddies. Trying to remember what had just happened. Burning hulks, plasma erupting the hastily prepped drop planet -side, the startling explosion that had fried every system running inside the ship and then…. Bleak darkness!

Snap to it man. Hey wake up. "Slap".
"Ah man what the fuck" bellowed private first class Chase Buccunan
"Hey wake up man we got company" whispered private delphia.
"What happened to a easy landing, I feel like the day after marty gray, all fucked up!!"
"Yea well pack your shit we gotta hump it back to phoenix base, like now."

"Hey man check the cockpit see if theirs anyone left, that wasn't exactly a textbook landing!!"

Groaning as he stood up using his rifle as support he slowly walked to the front of the cabin and knocked on the door.

"Knock, knock"

Stepping back. He looked at his buddy then back at the door!! The door was maybe six feet by four feet, made of solid titanium A and impervious to all small arms fire. Then how the hell did a door like that get a dent the size of a basketball in it? Thought chase.

"Hey man, bellowing to Zach, check this out?"

As Zach looked over his shoulder, he put the picture of his small family that were on earth back into his helmet but stopping at the picture recently taken back on the Kiev… "Christin" he thought, wondering if she ever made it out of the bridge Kiev in time!

Snapping back into harsh reality he found himself hurting, aching to just go home and forget this war, but that wasn't possible. The enemy would not allow any human to live let alone be happy in solitude with the ones he loved.

"Hey, hey Zac you all right man?"
"Yea, yea"
" What was it that you wanted to show me?"

Turning around, seeing that chase was pointing to the cockpit door.
"Yea so, its got a big ass dent in it whoopdy fuckin do"
"Think about it, we hit pretty hard, I don't think anyone survived!"
"What are we gonna do about the ones that are unconscious?"
"We cant exactly drag them back to base, we don't know what's between us an base!"
"I don't know man, I don't know", let's just get some fresh air k!

"So your telling me that we effectively wiped out all the Covenant warships in orbit with one missile?" said the Admiral

"Yes sir all the reports are now coming in. we have four thousand men roughly. About ninety aircraft made it though and are landing inside the base within the hour. We have warthogs, tanks and enough supplies to last us a month at combat readiness, Fleet Comms will also be up within the hour." Said first lieutenant Christin ibanez!

Good work,thought the Admiral now on to the Covenant forces seting up a base on the other side of the planet!