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Covenant Invasion! Part Seven
Posted By: Hunter_Killer<jlp8118@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 2 July 2003, 9:53 PM


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Location: Bridge, Section Alpha, Deck One, UNSC Iowa Class Battlecruiser Lone Wolf, Around Earth, High Orbit
Time: 2551

Because the Admiral was injured, and on Earth, Lance was temporarily promoted to Captain of the ship. Several Explosions had already rocked the ship, but the Longbow Missile Pods, and MAC Gun Number Two, were still at the ready.
"Fire!" Lance said. A MAC Round and several Longbows shot off at a Cruiser to the left of the ship. Although he didn't know why, a MAC round seemed almost beautiful, and blended in with it's color with the jet stream of the Longbows.
The longbows impacted with the Cruiser's Shields, then the MAC Round. The shields began to fade. "Report!" Lance said to the Science Officer.
"Scanners indicate they're losing shields," The Officer Replied.
"Excellent. Helm, move us into Broadside position," The 'Captain' ordered.
"Aye, aye sir!" The ship began to move, the main engines coming to life.
But, the Covenant Cruiser-and several others-were returning fire. Several Plasma Missiles and a Burst from a ship's Fuel Rod Cannon hit the ship, rumbling it. Yet, the Wolf held together, and Several Longbows went out as it got into position.
"Sir, we're in position."
"Give them a broadside with 50 Longbows."
"Yes, sir!"
The missiles hit within seconds, knocking into the shields, and the shields promptly disappeared.
"Initiate Plan E," Lance said. Plan E was to board and take a Covenant ship, so they could find the Covenant homeworlds, and so they could study it, learn, and use Plasma Technology. Plasma would mean faster ships, faster computers, and far better weapons. It would also bring about the secret of the Plasma Shields that Covenant use on their ships. And, it would do many other things.

Location: Operations, Section Delta, Deck Three, UNSC Iowa Class Battlecruiser Lone Wolf, Earth Space, Sol System, Alpha Quadrant
Time: 2551

"Attention, All Marines. Plan E is in effect, Repeat, Plan E is in effect. Move to your designated Pelican immediately! This is not a drill, repeat, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. McDouglas out," The loudspeakers boomed.
"You heard the man, move like 'ya got a purpose!" The Sergeant yelled, as the Marines, including himself, were entering the Dropships. There were seven thanks to those refits, so now all the Marines on ship can be transferred at one.
The Sarge entered the third one. "Welcome to UNSC Dropship airways," the pilot said, "Please keep your seats and traytables in their proper and upright position, at all times."
The Pelicans lifted off, and proceeded towards the Cruiser. However, about 30 Banshees had other plans. The Tail Gunners had three bogies per gun, and they were all moving. Their Tail Gunner was cussing, as tracers passed one of the Banshees.
Several Bolts of Plasma hit the Cabin, and most of the Marines died.
The Warthog fell out into infinite space, the winch was hit by a bolt too.
"****!" The Sarge said, realizing that he was the only Marine alive in the cabin. He ran to the LAAG Tail Gun, and began to shoot. He was having better luck; a Banshee was no more, and another was hit.
He looked over, to see about the other Pelicans. They all seemed fine.
"This is Fire Team Gamma to All Fire Teams, our dropship's been hit! We're goin' down on the wrong part of the ship! We must meet at the Bridge! We-"
The dropship approached the ship.
"We're going in!" The pilot said.
"Ok..." Said Sarge.
The dropship landed with a plunk, and Sarge jumped out. He turned on Magno-Boots, and walked for two Muinites, finally finding a hatch.
He took a FRAG Grenade, then he took two more FRAGs, and hurled them on the hatch.
BOOM!!!! The hatch was blown to bits, some metal clinging to the ship, other bits began to slowly float.
Atmosphere hurtled out of the ship, along with five Grunts and an Elite. Satisfied, he jumped in the ship.
The atmoshpere had been contained, forcefields covered the hole.
He looked around. There was one door, several crates that had not been blown away(he took a Plasma Pistol, a Plasma Rifle, a Needler, and three Plasma Grenades).
He opened the door. There were four Grunts in the room, but a FRAG made them splats on the floor.
He advanced slowly. Suddenly, he saw a shimmer. Taking a Plasma Grenade, he threw. A Golden Armored Elite, with a Plasma Sword, who had deactivated his Cloak, caught it. It exploded, killing 'Goldielocks', as Marines referred to the feared Golden Armored Elites, who had killed many-a Marine with a cloak active.
He entered the next room, a big one. 20 Grunts, 10 Jackals, 5 Elites, and 2 Hunters saw him.
Magenta Needles and Plasma Bolts hurtled towards the lone Marine.
With needles following, he dove behind a crate.
Seeing the needles still coming, he took a part of the crate off with his Bowie Knife, and used it like a shield.
The needles popped on the side, sending shrapnel in the other direction.
Sarge let out a sigh of relief. Then, he saw several covenant weapons that had fallen from the crate, and commenced circle-strafing, also showering the Covenant with Plasma.
After his third Plasma Pistol was used up, only the Hunters were left.
One charged at Sarge, swinging it's shield. He sidestepped this assault, and shot the Hunter three times in the back with his Plasma Rifle.
Orange blood spewed out, as the Covenant warrior, once so proud, fell to the floor, dead.
The other Hunter was almost Spastic with rage as he charged the Marine.
Sarge jumped behind the Hunter, and filled the Covenant's orange flesh on the back of Mr. Hunter with a clip's worth of needler needles.
Shrapnel hurtled forth, as did more orange blood.
With a final cry of pain, the last Covenant in the room was dead.
He want forth, coming on one end of a balcony, overlooking the Hanger of the Covenant Cruiser Hunter.
The Sarge did not see him, but the Golden Armored Elite Savvah 'Nossalee was right behind him, ready to strike with the deadly Plasma Sword...

TO BE CONTINUED...





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