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Anamoly #679- pt. 1
Posted By: RogueFox<roguefox68@gmail.com>
Date: 12 May 2006, 3:19 am
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Author's Note: This is a work of crossover fiction. If you do not like crossover fiction, please stop reading now.
Date Unknown
African Savannah
Sol System
The Master Chief checked the ammo counter on his old MA5B and the ammo pouches he had left in his rucksack. Only roughly 300 rounds of ammunition for the old assault rifle, and another Phantom was landing outside. He heard the warbles and barks of the Grunts as they searched the ruins of the old power station for him.
It had been a week or so since the Covenant had launched a massive orbital attack on all remaining human ground positions in Africa. The Chief's armor had taken several hits, so the computer inside was sketchy and the date had been lost; he estimated a week had passed since then. He had no knowledge of any other human forces in Africa or in the rest of the galaxy for that matter. After he had seen the Covenant activate the Forerunner facility, he had attempted to sabotage a Covenant ground command and control center. The attempt failed, and the Chief had been fighting a running battle for two days to an abandoned power station. He had holed up here and repelled two light attacks. The Chief knew he couldn't last forever. Eventually the Covenant would blast him with a Wraith or some other superior weapon. The Chief jammed a fresh clip into the assault rifle and peered around the corner at the two Grunts sniffing nervously.
The Chief stepped out and fired.
Covenant Invasion Fleet
Earth High Orbit
Sol System
The Covenant Fleet Master left in charge of the remaining Covenant ships in orbit was responsible to make sure that the subjugated humans in the other parts of the planet didn't cause any trouble. He had ground troops on the ground to keep order in the population centers, but the humans could riot and cause problems and delays. The Prophets didn't like delays very much.
"Fleet Master. We have...an anamoly off the port bow."
"Specify type of anamoly."
"Unknown, Excellency. The phenomenon does not seem to have coordinates."
The Fleet Master stared at his sensor operator.
"Are you telling me that it is, and yet it isn't there?"
"Sir, an object is emerging."
An odd ship with a large, oval-shaped fore section and a smaller aft section with two blue-glowing nacelles on either side of the aft section appeared.
"Identify that vessel." barked the Fleet Master.
"Vessel is attempting to contact us. Sir! Detecting human lifesigns!"
The Fleet Master snarled.
"Don't bother communicating. Fire all weapons batteries as soon as they are ready."
The tear-dropped Covenant ship turned with its thirty cohorts to face the newly arrival. Angry motes of red fired at the ship.
Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise-D wasn't about to stand for that.
"Mr. Worf, return fire at the fleet, all torpedo bays and phaser arrays fire. Helm, evasive maneuvers."
The Enterprise fired phasers and photon torpedoes at the Covenant fleet. She then lifted up and away from the Covenant fleet. The plasma tracked and connected with the Enterprise, causing the ship to rock violently.
"Status report." Picard ordered.
"Shields holding at 65% from plasma barrage. Lasers had no effect on the shields."
The phasers had cut through the shielding of the Covenant craft like paper and the photon torpedoes slamming into them blew gaping holes in their hulls. Several of the ships hit lost containment of their reactors and blew into pieces. The rest of the Covenant fleet moved to pursue the Enterprise.
"Helm, come about to 312 mark 126. Tactical, fire all weapons at will."
The Galaxy-class warship came about to face her pursuers and let another barrage of her weapons go. 5 more Covenant ships were destroyed or crippled by the combination of the phasers and photon torpedoes. The Federation craft rolled onto her ventral side, firing all her phaser arrays on the fore part of her hull as she sped by at flank speed. Covenant ships withered under the barrage. As the Enterprise whipped by, the remaining Covenant ships managed to get another plasma barrage off. The plasma slammed into the rear of the Enterprise. She began to trail plasma from her port nacelle and slowed down.
"Damage Report!" Picard yelled.
Commander William Riker, first officer of the ship, responded, "Port warp nacelle leaking plasma, hull breach on deck 26 from plasma torpedoes! Casualty reports coming in from aft sections! Inertial dampeners have failed! We can no longer perform any radical maneuvers, Captain."
Lieutenant Commander Geordi LaForge, Chief Engineer on the Enterprise, reported, "Sir, these plasma weapons are having an electromagnetic pulse effect on our ship systems. Attempting to compensate by changing shield resonance frequencies."
The Enterprise came about and fired another blistering barrage into the enemy fleet. Only two Covenant ships remained in orbit around Earth. The warship glided by both of them and fired two crimson red photon torpedoes out of the aft part of the ship. The torpedoes slammed into the crusiers and ruptured their engine cores, destroying them.
Picard stood on the bridge. Inertial dampeners had failed due to the EMP effects on ship's systems, meaning that the Enterprise could not take the radical maneuvers she needed to survive if more Covenant craft arrived.
Lieutenant Commander Data, the ship's android, was seated at Operations.
"Data, who the hell just attacked us and why?" Riker demanded.
"Unknown sir. Their technological configuration onboard their starships is nothing in the Starfleet database. Their plasma torpedoes are the only serious threatening weapon they have. Their laser devices would not penetrate the ship's hull. As for their motives, their ship to ship communcations were translated, at best, weakly by the Universal Translator. They referred to this ship as a "filthy infidel craft" and ordered our destruction."
"Data, why are we at Earth? Where is Starfleet Command?" Picard inquired.
"Sir, according to ship's chronometer, it is the year 2552. I believe the anomaly we entered has somehow transported us to an alternate history of the universe." Data responded.
"Scan the planet for lifeforms." Riker commanded.
Data turned to his console and began tapping in commands.
"Numerous lifesigns. Mostly human on the North American continent, with sporadic life readings unknown to us but match those read on the vessels we engaged. Most likely an occupation force of the planet. No other human lifesigns are detected...Correction. One human lifesign has been detected in Africa among a heavy concentration of the hostile life-forms we engaged. I estimate over 200 ships in atmospheric flight over Africa."
Picard sat in his chair. "Beam him aboard. I want to know what the hell is going on here."
"Aye, sir." Data responded.
Picard got up and walked to the turbolift to greet the new arrival.
Abandonded Power Station
African Savannah
Earth
The Chief ducked under a catwalk as plasma from above slagged the metal. An Elite warbled a command and he heard the dull thuds of footsteps approaching.
Slipping behind a pole, the Chief panted and waited. He was down to his last ammunition clip. The Elite had drawn a Plasma Blade and was charging down the catwalk. Suddenly, he felt a tingling feeling.
The Elite skidded to a stop where the Chief had stood seconds before, staring curiously at the blue motes of light that twinkled around the spot.
His superior would be furious over this one.
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