Fallen Angel 8: The Final Jihad
Posted By: Gruntkiller/Covert<ttavenor@nf.sympatico.ca>
Date: 12 March 2003, 7:25 PM
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Fallen Angel Part 8:
The Final Jihad
The entire UNSC fleet was on the retreat. After the defeat at Harvest almost all hopes of victory disappeared. Now every ship that could fly was being outfitted with weapons. The larger freighters were filled with nuclear and high explosive warheads in the hope that by detonating them they could destroy a few enemies. On the surface of Earth every weapon that could still operate was given to citizens in the hope that if there was a ground invasion it could be stopped, but many looked to the skies knowing were the real threat loomed.
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Josh held his head with his hands, he looked down at the ground depressed. In his mind thought ran rampant, "its all your fault," said many voices in his head. Ever since the defeat he kept away from the other Spartans he tried to find something to blame it on but every time he ended up blaming himself. Many times his thoughts wandered back to Kelly, he tried to imagine what she would of done, he wished that it would have been him that got hit, but then he told himself that he could never but his friend through the same pain.
"God damn it," said Josh throwing a book on a table in front of him across the room.
A off to Josh's side opened up and a Marine walked in cautiously after hearing the slam of the book hitting the wall.
"Sir," said the Marine.
"Yes," said Josh not looking up.
"Your wanted in the briefing room," said the Marine.
"I'll be there in a minute," said Josh getting up but still not looking at the Marine.
"Yes sir," said the Marine as he cautiously walked away.
Josh got up from the chair and walked out the door towards the briefing room.
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"Outposts HG8 and HG9 have picked up massive amounts of covenant ship in slipstream heading towards Earth," said a Officer sitting at one side of the oval table which was now surrounded by commanders and high ranking officials from the Earth defense force (which was pretty much every ship).
"This isn't good, I want those orbital MACs working in the next hour," said a general.
"Yes sir," said the officer typing a message into a small computer in front of him.
The doors opened up and Josh walked in wearing his armor. He quickly walked up to the table and sat down in the one empty chair.
"You wanted me," said Josh.
"Yes," said the general. "I want you and all the other Spartan's to join the ground defense force, you will be no use up here but if the covenant do attack using troops we will need all the men we can get."
"I understand sir," said Josh.
"Good gather your men and get down to the surface," said the general, "the CO on the ground will tell you what to do."
"Yes sir," said Josh as he got up from the table and walked towards the locker room.
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"This will be our victory!" yelled out Sam to the thousands of covenant that filled the docking bays.
The covenant all wore marble white armor, upon it three forerunner symbols were engraved, the first one stood for purity, the second one for peace and the third one for power. Every covenant wore this armor right down to the lowest grunts.
"This is our time to show the Gods that we are there greatest achievement!" yelled out Sam. "We will prove that machines and hunters do not come close to comparing with the skills the gods gave us!"
The covenant soldiers yelled back in support.
"Now go conquer the humans and stand triumphant over their dead bodies!" Said Sam.
The battle ground down below began to load up into drop ships. There were 10 000 soldiers on this ship and all together combined with the troops onboard all the other ships they numbered 10 billion strong.
Sam turned around and walked from the podium high above the bay floor, he walked through a door into his personal equipment room. Laid out in a table was a black skintight body suit with ceramic implants in it to protect the back, chest and legs. There was no helmet so that the enemy could see who was their conquer. Sam quickly put on the armor and attacked the sheath for his sword to the waist.
"Sred Ijal Hajid," said Sam to himself. The closest it could be translated to is To Avenge My Captors.
The Covenant fleet quickly exited slipstream, the battle had begun.
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