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An Officer named Starblade: Saving Sol
Posted By: Hunter_Killer<jlp8118@sbcglobal.net>
Date: 5 August 2003, 4:32 PM
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Note To Readers:
Ok, I'll do a different spin. Since Covenant Invasion! ended in failure, I'll make a different series with the same stuff. Ok, now I'll stop blabbering! Enjoy! Oh, and I don't know how to spell the Covenant Fighter.
LOL ALERT: Captain, soon to be Admiral Jonathan Starblade is only 11 years old. Lol.
0200 Hours, 14 July(Military Calendar)
UNSC Cruiser Fearless, in orbit around Earth
"Report!" Yelled Captain Jonathan Starblade, as the ship rumbled and rocked.
"Pulse Lasers," Said Lance McDouglas.
"No, that'd make more damage," Said Jonathan.
"No, Pulse Lasers!" Lance pointed out the window, to the Covenant Cruiser. Red bands of light stringed the outside of the sleek covenant shark-like thing.
"Ah! Pulse Lasers!" Jonathan exclaimed.
Lance hit himself on the forehead.
"Take Evasive Maneuvers!" Commanded the Captain.
"Aye," Said a Bridge Tech at the helm, and the ship began erratic maneuvering.
"Pulse Lasers, firing in five," Said a Tech, obviously having a Texas accent.
"Why is it," Said Jonathan, half with amusement, half with annoyance, "That a Texas accent always adds to the suspense?"
"No clue," Responded Lance.
"All hands, Brace for impact!" Came over the intercom.
"Not if we're lucky," Said Jonathan, under his breath.
Seven Lances of Plasma streaked towards the Wolf.
The Computer's AI, Merlin, chimed in. "If I had fingers, they'd be crossed."
Then, an AI Replica of the Magician of Medieval England appeared above a holo-tank, and he crossed his fingers.
"There, that's better."
All but two passed over or under the ship, but one sliced right into it, and the other incinerated the lowest deck, Deck 22, before passing by.
The force of the one that sliced through hurled Jonathan, and most of the other people on the ship, onto the floor. The Ship lurched.
Fire reports flooded the Ship's Tactical Display.
"Warning," Said Merlin, "Deck 20 De-Compressing. Sealing Blast Doors.
"Warning," Repeated Merlin, "Decks 2, 5, 3, 8, 16, 12, and 20 De-Compressing. Sealing Blast-Doors."
Jonathan got up. "Ah... shit. Oh, well. Easily remedied. Oh, and Arm the MAC Cannons and Archer Missile Pods! Launch the Longswords as a distraction."
"Sir?"
"Do it!"
"Yes, sir!"
"MACs and Missiles ready!"
A squadron of Longswords rushed towards the Covie Cruiser.
"Why the Swords, Jonathan?" Inquired Lance.
"Well, they're gona launch Saphara Fighters to intercept, and to do that, they must lower their shields. That's when we pound them with all we got!"
"Sir! Enemy Shields going down!"
"Fire, all Missile Pods and MACs! NOW!"
Several Hundred Missiles, and five MAC bolts hurtled towards the sleek Covenant ship, impacted, and sent it flying backwards.
Explosions dotted the ship, so thorough it looked like the Pulse Lasers were charging again.
The last MAC Bolt drove home, and hit their main reactor.
"Sir! Explosion in thirty seconds!"
"Ensign Hawk, move us away from the wreckage, Full Throttle!"
"Yes, sir!" The Fearless moved away, Engines running at full.
"Fifteen Seconds!" Said the science officer.
"Arm Archer Pods D-1 through F-7! Set for concussion warheads, and heat up MAC Gun Number Four!" Commanded Jonathan Starblade.
"On it, sir!" The Operations Officer went to work, pressing a lot of shiny buttons.
"Helm, bring us around. Full stop." The Captain had a plan.
"Aye." The ship began to turn, as it slowed down. When they had fully come about, they were still.
A Fear-Crazed Crewmen ran up to Jonathan, Pistol in hand. "You can't do this, man! We're gona die, man! Turn it around, and full speed ahead, or Captain Jonathan gets it!" Jonathan felt the gunbarrel on his forehead.
There was a shot, and Jonathan closed his eyes. There was two more. He opened them again, to see the Crewman dead at his feet.
Lance stood there, smoking M6D Pistol in hand. "Sir, I think that'll take care of 'em!" He holstered the weapon, after slamming in a fresh clip.
"Shockwave alert! Impact in Four!" Said the Science Officer.
"Fire the Concussion Missiles, and the MAC #4!" Commanded the Captain.
The ship buckled, as 70 Archer Missiles and a MAC Bolt began to soar towards the Shockwave.
In a dazzling explosion, the Archers, MAC Bolt, and Shockwave all exploded with cataclysmic force, throwing back the ship.
"We did it," Said Ensign Hawk.
"Oh, yah! We bad! Uh huh! Well... in a good way. Communications, contact fleet command. Tell them 'How's the battle going? We won over here.'"
"Yes, sir. Raising them now."
"Sir, we've got a comm. link to Engineering established."
"Excellent. Lieutenant Commander Red, what's our status?"
"Well, if we get no more surprises, I'd say three weeks in Dry Dock should patch us up."
"Take us in, Ensign."
Two Days Later:
1200 Hours, 16 July(Military Calendar)
UNSC Award Ceremony, UNSC Base #23
"And so, for bravery, excellent skills, and a quick wit, I hereby promote Jonathan Lucas Starblade to the Rank of Rear Admiral in the UNSC Navy," Said Admiral Forest into the microphone.
With the whole crew cheering and hooting, he accepted the Rank, and was also presented with a medal.
He was wearing his special dress uniform, with his now six shiny medals on the right on his uniform. It was a white one, with a golden collar and golden buttons. He was wearing a black tee-shirt under it.
He took a long look at his medals: The Golden Planet Medallion, the Distinguished Service Cross, the Distinguished Service Flying Cross, the Purple Heart, the Congressional Medal of Honor, and now, the Golden Medal.
He smiled. He had almost every one now.
He remembered how he got the Purple Heart. Nasty Plasma wound to the chest, that was. You could still see a tiny bit of burnt flesh there.
He didn't wana think about how he got the Medal of Honor.
Well, he would be taking command of the finest ship in the fleet tomorrow: The Lone Wolf.
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