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The Aftermath: Call to arms
Posted By: joe zombie<future_army@live.com>
Date: 25 July 2008, 11:49 am
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4/23/2553
Fleet Comm. Headquarters, Voi, South Africa
The African air was hot and dry, the blowing dust was chocking and blinding, Lord Hood was already sweating under his white class-A Naval dress uniform, after dismounting the pelican's cabin he removed his cap and fanned himself for a brief moment before being greeted by two other uniformed men. Like Hood himself they were both high ranking naval officers, and they were both here for the same reason as he, they were going on the offensive, and they needed a plan.
The 3 of them met on the landing pad, the duo snapped a crisp snap in unison and Lord Hood returned it.
The 2 were Admiral Donovan, and Rear Admiral Gordon, they were roughly the all the same age of late 50's to early 6o's and were all well on there way to retirement when this whole mess with the Covenant started, and they needed to finish what the they started.
"Gentleman, have the rest of our guests arrived?" asked Hood with a rasp scratchy voice from all of the dust still being swirled about by the pelican's now dying engines.
"Yes sir, they just landed about a minute ago." Responded Donovan with a weak smile.
"It's kind of crazy," Gordon said, "if you asked me if we would be discussing battle plans with the very aliens we were fighting 3 years ago, I would've said hell no, but here we are…"
"Well, we wouldn't want to keep 'em waiting now would we?" Hood said in a half sarcastic tone.
The complex was built into the side of Mt. Kilimanjaro and was home to the U.N.S.C's largest foundries and production lines. 1/12th of the U.N.S.C's armament stemmed from this facility alone. The facility had been deactivated for a short period of time while the Covenant made themselves at home, but after the actions of the brave men and women under the command of Commander Keys a year ago, and that of course of the lone Spartan, John 177. Since then, there has been large serge of arms and equipment build up, which called for the reactivation of the dormant facilities.
The trio of white clad old men jumped into a stripped down warthog repurposed for comfortable transit, rather than the standard combat model with a mounted turret, this transport hog had a large steel cage where its turret normally is with seats in the back.
Lord Hood sat in the back with Gordon, while Donovan road shotgun with the driver, a nervous corporal in olive drab fatigues drove them. They made a few turns on a road around the perimeter of the facility and entered a large garage where they dismounted and navigated the complex's corridors when they came upon a thick double door guarded by 2 fully armed and equipped marines, the both snapped a salute, and the officers returned it, the one of the guards turned to a small keypad on the wall and punched the OPEN switch. A small his sounded from the hydraulic gears in the door as it slowly opened. Inside was a fluorescently lit room with a long black conference table. Already seated were a dozen more Admirals, Commanders, and Generals, as well as the Elite ship master, a gold Arbiter, accompanied by an honor guard security detail.
All heads turned to witness their dramatic; almost movie like entry into the room, Hood took his seat at the head of the table, while his present company took their respective seats as well.
Lord Hood cleared his throat and began to speak,
"Thank you ship master, for meeting with us."
The shipmaster acknowledges him with a curt nod.
"We, for the first time in this whole war, have a chance to go on the offensive, and the odds are in our favor, the Covenant is in complete disarray, and for the moment, completely leaderless. Our new allies here today, (he gestures to the Elites) have offered their help, Gentlemen; this new alliance can do wondrous things for both our peoples. But while the Elites will help us, we will help them free their worlds, and the worlds of the others in the grip of the Covenant. As I've said, we need a plan, we will coordinate the Ship master and the Arbiter…"
"Excuse me, but I am no longer the Arbiter of a false religion, I am a commander now, please, continue…"
"I beg your pardon commander. Now, as I was saying, we will coordinate with the shipmaster and the commander on 3 fronts, while we liberate our colonies, the commander will drive the Covenant forces from the other "faction" home worlds, and the shipmaster will drive the remaining Covenant from his home world. And to assist each other with our operations we will commit 2 garrisons to each other's front, the same will go for them"
Everyone's glances around the room at each other with the sort of "did I hear that right" look on their faces. Then their gazes shifted back to Lord Hood,
"We will win this war."
There was total silence in the conference room.
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