literature

Invasion 1 - by XxSoulHunterxX

Deviation Actions

Spartan-II-Project's avatar
Published:
431 Views

Literature Text

Chapter 1
0820 Hours, February 10, 2580 (Military Calendar) /
Sol System, Earth, New Delphi, Iceland

"All conditions go for SkyCarrier Ground Control?" queried pilot Samuel White to control.
"Roger, all conditions go for SkyCarrier, over." replied a technician in ground control. The SkyCarrier was a heavy transport used to carry heavy weapons and vehicles like artillery, Scorpion tanks, construction/repair vehicles, and crates of ammo and explosive ordinance. It essentially looked like an elongated Pelican dropship with a longer wingspan and Scorpion missiles in rocket pods.
"This is ground control...you and your escorts are reading green across the board. Give 'em hell out there for us. Over"
"Affirmative ground control; I'll bring back a little somethin' for you to remember, over and out." The SkyCarrier's VTOL engines suddenly produced a bright orange flare, and ignited. White pushed the trust lever and rocketed into the sky, along with the SkyHawk VTOL Fighters.
Three hours of flying through the torturous snow and wind, they finally reached Bravo Base. There was a flurry of activity as marines prepped their Warthogs, Scorpions, and other vehicles for the snowy conditions. The elites checked their Ghosts, Banshees, and Wraiths if they were battle worthy. They just got wind that the Covenant had demolished and glassed Delta Base. The new allies of the humans were the elites, hunters, and grunts. Although among their ranks, the aliens prefer to be called their original names. However, the soldiers have the habit of calling them the names they’ve been calling them for the entire war.

"Bravo Base, the cavalry has arrived. This is SkyCarrier Anaconda 316. See if you can set up a LZ for us out of the snow, over."
"Anaconda 316, sure thing, just make sure those SkyHawk fighters are armed and ready for a fight. We'll refuel them when they get on the ground, over." The VTOL engines whined when White was touching down. *Thump*
"The bird has landed. It's safe to begin unloading, over." Engineers both with and without loading suits swarmed in to begin unloading the much needed supplies and construction equipment. With the necessary equipment, Bravo Base could build SAM sites with Swallow Surface-to-Air missiles, gattling guns, and Gauss Cannons. Bravo Base would not fall.
________________________________________ ________________________________

Ninth Age of Reclamation, Camp of Recovery / Sol System
Earth, New Delphi, Iceland

         Tarnerus gazed over the army of the Covenant. Almost 10,000 Covenant soldiers were readying themselves for the siege. His gaze wandered over to his brutes, bundled for war and the cold weather. They were his pride and joy. Trained from a young age, they would all be worthy opponents in the battlefield. He walked down to the brutes behind his own, the pilots of the Wraiths.
"Get ready to enter the tanks, and move up onto that first ridge up there," He gestured toward the ridge. "And begin bombardment after two cycles. You will not fail me." He looked at every pilot. Each one was eager to begin. Good, he thought, the humans will not withstand such firepower...and eagerness.
________________________________________ ________________________________

2152 Hours, February 10, 2580 (Military Calendar) /
Sol System, Earth, New Delphi

The pelican dropship entered Bravo Base. Corporal Hayfield flagged the dropship down with a fluorescent flare. When the dropship touched down, a myriad of heavily-armed soldiers thundered down the metal ramp. They carried something in their midst, a metal transmitter. The corporal didn’t think much of this, as O.N.I. frequently sent him new-fangled contraptions that needed to be tested. Other than this, the soldiers carried out weapons, supplies, and other necessities for a long siege. The corporal watched as a Navy tech walked toward the machine, and pressed a button. Immediately, he heard a low hum emanating from the machine. As he walked toward the Navy tech, he heard the sentinel at the watch-post shout out, “The Covenant are here!”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

0500 Hours, February 11, 2580 (Military Calendar) /
Sol System, Earth, New Delphi

There was chaos outside of the fortress walls. Human marines and Covenant Jackals, Brutes, and Buzzers traded shots, and casualties mounted. There were screams of pain as soldiers felt the superheated plasma shots burn through their shirts and armor, touching the raw skin beneath. For every Human soldier that fell, five Covenant soldiers fell as well. However, for every enemy soldier slain, two more seemed to take its place. Soldiers who were shouting orders could barely be heard over the whine of overheated plasma weapons, the staccato of automatic weapons fire, sniper rifle shots, the sounds of a rocket being launched, the sizzle as an energy mortar hit the concrete, steel, and snow. The constant volley of weapons fire seemed to tear the very fabric of time, slowing everything down, as well as casting an eerie glow around them. Explosions thundered everywhere. Screams, taunts, complaints, they were all there in the night.

As SkyHawks streamed past, white streaks of missiles lunged straight into the Covenant Horde. The Covenant, undaunted, launched a new attack at the gates. The solid steel gates groaned and screeched as the horde launched volleys of plasma and energy mortars at them. Some of the sniper nests which also had guys with rockets launched a counter-attack at the wraiths. A Wraith stopped firing and took aim at the nest. The soldiers jumped off moments before the nest became a torch in the night.

Corporal Hayfield aimed the rocket launcher at a Wrath that didn’t particularly want to be attacked, and let fly one round. Its aim was straight and true. It hit the vehicle with an explosion like that of a thunderclap. The resulting sound was so loud that many of the soldiers near the explosion stopped and turned around. In that momentary lapse of attention, the Soldiers and vehicles on the wall took aim and fired a barrage of fire, projectiles, and plasma that hit that area like a well-aimed punch at an opponents exposed flank. That whole area lit up like a Christmas tree in the night, and everything was turned to ash. The Covenant tried to rush soldiers in, but as the dropships neared the Covenant LZ, hidden Anti-Aircraft missile sites rose up and launched salvos of missiles toward the incoming dropships, each one dropping out of the sky or exploding in a black cloud of fire and shrapnel.

Suddenly, a portal of a red color opened up in the sky, and a huge ship emerged. It had a vague shape of a hammer with two cylinders in the middle, and engines in the back. As soon as this new ship came out, the AA missile sites automatically aimed and fired at this new thing in the sky. The missiles hade barely exited halfway out of the launch tube when they exploded, by some mysterious force, leaving behind twisted metal and blackened dirt, which had originally been a missile site. As the smoke cleared, dozens of organic and slimy-looking pods fell down from the ship, as well as metallic pods, and landed near the covenant base. The Covenant have been taking advantage of this momentary lapse of attention caused by the ship to regroup and charge again at the human camp. They didn’t get far, as the pods burst open to reveal slightly slug-like creatures, with daggers for hands, and a shield-like carapace on its head. As Covenant soldiers turned to deal with this new enemy, the creatures began to fling spines and acid at the covenant. Impaling many of the unshielded soldiers, the covenant aimed at anything around them. As pods headed to Bravo Base, the marines screamed and fired at these pods. They successfully managed to shoot down half of them, but they kept coming. The Corporal looked around quickly, as the whole base started to run into disarray.
“Everyone, grab what you can, we’re evacuating this base! We’ll be overrun! Load up a vehicle and head toward the science outpost, maybe we can warn them and help them defend themselves.” As the marines did what they were told, some kind of elephant-like thing came through the portal, with dozens of others just like it. They seemed to be giant heading for the covenant base, where the aliens there had secured a foot hold.

“This is Hayfield, can anyone read me, I repeat, can anyone hear me? We are under assault by some type of alien creature. They have decimated the Covenant siege force! We are currently evacuating, but be warned; a MAC station will most likely be disabled. I know you need it, but we can’t hold this position. We will fall back to the science research station and hole up there. We’ll be able to protect them if the aliens follow us to the station. Can anyone hear me?”
“Corporal Hayfield, this is Major Lee. We’ll send some reinforcements and medical staff. If you guys don’t make it out, we’ll have to nuke the site. Do you copy?”
“Major, I copy. Thanks for the help.”
“Hey, you need all the help you can get.”

0923 Hours, February 11, 2580 (Military Calendar) /
Sol System, In Orbit of Mars

The U.N.S.C. Cobra was a marvel of the fleet. Heavily armed with over 1500 Archer missiles, two EA (Electro-magnetic Accelerator) Cannons, more than fifty small electro-magnetic rail-guns, and dozens of fighters, this gigantic ship was over 1567m long. On the outside, it was painted with the colors of the UNSC, blue and white. Crewed with humanities best and brightest, with SPARTANS on board as well, this ship was sent to do some of the hardest missions available. Mitchell 316 sighed as the last status report streamed in from Alpha team on Earth. From the recorders, there was a lot of action. He longed to be down there with everybody else. He was the COMM. officer on the bridge. At least he had just experienced a space battle, albeit a small one compared to those at REACH and Sigma Octanis.

As he gazed into the inky blackness and wreckage of ships, his console started beeping urgently. Almost immediately, Mitchell jerked out of the inky darkness and back into reality. It was a distress message from Alpha team.
“Captain, I’m receiving a distress call from Alpha team!”
“Patch it through, Mitchell 316.”
“Captain Nathan, this is Hewitt 639. We are currently in retreat. Some ship just came through a portal and is dropping pods with alien freaks in them. I’m with Fire team Delta to try and slow the aliens down. Oh…no… sir, they’re catching up to us, we need some help down here,” his next few words were drowned out by the screams of marines, and the staccato of assault rifles blasting away at the aliens.
“The aliens just slaughtered Fire team Delta! Oh no! Get back, get back! *schlock* AUGH! Captain…I’m hurt. You’d better send some…help soon. I don’t think we can slow them down much longer. I am with Nathaniel 730 and Sean 295. Please make sure that everyone else gets there safely... What in the name of…”[Alert. Abrupt severance of communication relay. Missing signal…{K.I.A.? M.I.A.? W.I.A.?}]

There was nothing but silence on the bridge. Slowly, the captain reached for the P.A. system on the ship.
“Attention crew, we have just lost communication from our defense team on Earth. I suspect that something must’ve happened to them. We will drop some recon teams down to the base. Be warned, something drove them out, and is more than likely to be still there. All mechanics see if you can get some of those pelicans to have extra armor. I’ll also need some medics, no more than twenty, and three marine fire teams. Get going. This is the captain, signing out.”

D +03:36:28 (SPARTAN-316 Mission Clock)/
Pelican Victor 528, En route to New Delphi support camp

Mitchell felt at home in his new MJOLNIR armor. He was sitting with some marines in a pelican dropship. He closed his eyes, hoping that John and the others were safe. He wondered what was waiting for them, and if there was anyone still there.
“Hey guys. We’ll be landing in ten minutes, so make sure…whoa!” the pilot suddenly jerked the pelican to dodge something, “Marines, I’m dodging some flying things, they seem to be trying to crash into me…ugh, it’s hard to shake those buggers. Whoa! They’re coming at me from everywhere!” After about three minutes of continuous dodging and jerking, it appeared that the pilot managed to dodge every one of those flying things.
“Hey kids, I think that’s the last of…AUGH!”

The announcement was suddenly cut short as the cockpit shattered into dozens of tiny pieces of debris. As the dropship veered out of control, a smart-aleck marine cried, “WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!” and started to whimper. Mitchell was about to shout at him, when another pelican, also without a cockpit, whammed into them. The two pilot-less pelicans dropped like a stone through the air. The last thing Mitchell remembered before blacking out was seeing a bright flash and a crunching noise.  

Add to Favourites DownloadAlsoXxSoulHunterxX's profileXxSoulHunterxX's galleryXxSoulHunterxX's fan-fiction
©2006 ~XxSoulHunterxX
Submitted by: Green Horn Spartan II-029 :tp:
Original Title: Invasion: Book One
Original piece is available for commenting and faving here: [link]

Humanity has won the war between the Covenant and themselves, but almost instantaneously, face another hazard, one even more dangerous than the Covenant. They will be assaulted from both ground and space, finding dangerous new enemies, and advanced allies.

A work in progress. You can find the other version at fanfiction.net, with the link in my homepage.


Halo and all Halo characters are the property of Bungie and Microsoft!
© 2006 - 2024 Spartan-II-Project
Comments0
Comments have been disabled for this deviation