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Besieged
Posted By: Janglurevil7<janet.johnson8@comcast.net>
Date: 2 August 2004, 7:52 PM
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Besieged
By Halcyon-713
Chapter 1: The Pieces are Set
1700 hours, November 13, 2553 (Military Calendar)
Aboard Covenant Frigate Gates of Damascus, Sol System,
Earth.
The frigate Gates of Damascus moved into position, plasma turrets and energy pulse guns bristling along the hull like the antennae of some massive insect. It released a burst from its maneuvering thrusters so that it was less than a kilometer from the destroyer to the left of it. A pair of cruisers gravitated to a flank formation above and below the frigate.
Inside, the frigate was similar to the bustling of a city. Engineers made modifications to the engines and weapons, while grunts pushed hovering dollies loaded with methane tanks and containers filled with tritium nitrate fuel. Elite and Brute boarding parties selected weapons from lockers.
Near the bridge, a team of Jackals patrolled a corridor that led to a meeting room. Inside, a lesser Prophet held conference with the captain of the ship, Nalka Kanasu'nee.
The black armored Elite bowed upon one knee before the Prophet, his eyes never leaving the floor. The Prophets escort, Jalna Ja'kinue listened to the Prophet as it whispered it's instructions for Nalka. The Prophet finished, and Jalna's eyes flickered towards Nalka.
"The Eminence has instructed you to take a team comprised of three of the highest ranking lower beings, three of your kind of the same ranking, three of the Shielded Assassins, and a pair of the hair covered ones, (3 black armor Grunts, 3 black armor Elites, 3 Jackals, 2 Brutes) and go ahead of the other ships in a transport to attack the infidels, and to hopefully capture one of their leaders." Spoke Jalna Ja'kinue.
Nalka bowed lower, his elongated head almost touching the ground.
"Of course, your Holiness. I shall do thy bidding immediately." Nalka replied.
"You may rise." Spoke a different voice.
Nalka looked up, and he saw to his surprise that the Prophet was the one that had spoken. Nalka rose, bowed again, and then strode toward the door. He pressed a series of buttons, and the door slid open with a hiss. He bowed once again in the doorway, then turned down the hall towards the bridge.
He entered the large, circular bridge. He walked up the ramp towards the command station that rose approximately two meters from the rest of the floor. He dismissed the lesser Elite. He keyed a button and spoke, "Leaders of Grunt troops Zeta, Epsilon, and Kappa report to weapons storage immediately. Jackals Kan, Lef, and Vax to weapons storage as well." He keyed off the COM, and turned towards three Elites working in the bridge.
"You three, name and rank," Nalka demanded.
The three Elites turned and saluted, then spoke:
"'Pranae Yulkinae, Special Operations," spoke the first.
"Oranee Sullay'fy, Special Operations," spoke the second.
"Ginuaes Yulkinae, Special Operations," spoke the third.
Nalka assessed the trio, then pointed at Pranae and Ginuaes. "You two are brothers?" he asked.
Ginuaes spoke, "Yes, your highness."
"Okay, you three, with me." Nalka said.
Nalka left the bridge, the three Elites behind them. He met two Brutes as he exited, and made the motion for them to follow. He entered the elevator, which was now severely crowded. They rode it down to Deck 3, and walked down a long hall to the weapons storage. Inside, the three Jackals Kan, Lef, and Vax were waiting. In the corner, were the three Grunts he had called down. The troops lined in a single line facing Nalka, with the Elites at the left and the Grunts at the far right, next to the Jackals.
Nalka began to address them, "You individuals are some of the best troops of your species. We have been ordered to go ahead of the other infantry and secure a leader of the infidels. Grab what weapons you want, we're going to be going in heavy," he looked at them, "Be prepared," he warned as he finished talking. The aliens went about gathering their tools.
Two of the Grunts took needlers, and the third hefted a fuel rod cannon. All three Jackals took a hand held shield generator, a plasma rifle, and a plasma pistol. Both Brutes took a high velocity grenade launcher. Pranae Yulkinae retrieved a X03 Carbine, a plasma rifle, and four plasma grenades. Ginuaes Yulkinae picked up a pair of plasma rifles, an energy sword, and two plasma grenades. Oranee Sullay'fy took eight plasma grenades, and an energy sniper rifle.
Nalka walked over to his private weapons locker. He entered the code to open it and pulled out a tray from the middle. He took an energy sword, an energy sniper rifle, a plasma pistol, and four grenades. He dropped the grenades into a satchel and tied it to his waist. He holstered the plasma pistol and put the energy sword next to it. He put a fully charged power battery in the sniper rifle and turned to the troops.
He made the motion for them to follow, and he opened the door out of the weapons storage. The team journeyed down the halls and entered the fighter bay. They selected a drop ship, and Nalka motioned for Ginuaes to release the docking clamps. The ship released, and the troops boarded. Nalka got into the pilot seat, and one of the Brutes got into the gunner seat.
The drop ship departed from the Gates of Damascus and glided down to the dark side of the planet. The drop ship heated to 107 degrees Celsius as they entered the atmosphere, and then cooled as they touched down on the beach of Africa
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