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Yes, it is rather lengthy, but hey...I was writing and I just kept going. I didn't think it would be this much though...So here it is, my first official fan fiction of Halo.
Let me know what you think, comments, suggestions, etc are appreciated.
Please read when you get the chance :D
But yeah, enjoy!
Outside Established UNSC Colony World
2543 – Eighteen Years after First Contact
Aboard the UNSC Cyclops: Destroyer-Class
The Admiral stood aboard the bridge of the Cyclops, he had been running the ship since 2538, five long years of fighting. He looked out on the colony world, one of the only outer colonies left since the start of the Human-Covenant War eighteen years ago. He sighed, running his hand through his thick black hair. An AI flickered next to him, appearing on a table in a cool green light. The AI was a woman, a brunette dressed in civilian clothes. The green light was shining on the right side of the Admiral’s face, as he turned to face the AI.
“For what do I owe the pleasure, Veronica?” The Admiral asked.
The AI answered immediately, “Ten slipspace ruptures detected, they are of Covenant origin.” The Admiral turned immediately and hit a button on his command terminal.
“All hands to battle stations! All hands up and ready! Covenant ships detected.” The Admiral took a seat in his chair, “Veronica, give me views of the ruptures,” he spoke. Within seconds, the camera view changed to the ruptures, twelve Covenant frigates and cruisers came into view. The Admiral’s eyes widened, “The found us…get the evacuation going! Signal ground forces!”
The AI nodded and flashed away, just as the bridge’s crew stepped onto the deck. They gathered in their positions and stared at the Covenant ships, awaiting orders from the Admiral. “We need to give the ground time to evac the civvies; there are only six of us, and twelve of them. Let us show those Covenant bastards what kind of damage we can do!”
“Oorah!” The bridge’s crew shouted.
“Helmsman, bring us about, directly at the Covenant fleet,” the Admiral spoke, “Officer Hakru, arm archer missile pods one through ten. Bring the MAC online”
Hakru nodded and did as ordered, his hands speeding across the weapon control terminal. The Helmsman had already moved the Cyclops into a wide turn, as they began to face the Covenant. The MAC was charging and the missiles were armed. “Veronica, signal the ships to follow, however, I want three others aiding in evacuating the civilians.” The Admiral’s tone was demanding and stern.
“Of course Admiral, two frigate-classes and another destroyer will be aiding us. A phoenix-class and two frigates will be aiding the civilians,” the AI replied in a soothing tone.
The Admiral stared at the Covenant fleet, “Officer Hakru, fire the MAC cannon at the assault cruiser, two shots, on my mark.” The officer nodded, his hands still flying across the controls. The fleets inched closer together, as it seemed time began to slow down. Within moments, the seventeen Covenant ships, and five UNSC ships were facing each other.
The Covenant fired their torpedoes, as they sped towards the UNSC ships. “Mark!” The Admiral shouted and the MAC round was sent flying through space. “Helms, dive us towards the Covenant!”
The Cyclops went into a nose dive, as the plasma torpedoes changed course and followed them downwards. The MAC round shot seconds earlier splashed against the shields of the Covenant Assault Carrier, overheating the shields. With this opening, the two frigate-class ships took out the cruiser with a hail of archer missiles. The other Covenant cruisers fired their torpedoes. In a last ditch effort, knowing it was their doom, the frigates fired everything, before being engulfed in a wave of plasma. What they managed to fire off, including three well aimed MAC shots, destroyed one of the Covenant Cruisers.
The Admiral’s destroyer was still being tracked, “Helms, bring us upwards! Right between the cruisers!” The Cyclops sped between a gap near two cruisers, barely missing a collision. The plasma torpedoes previously tracking the UNSC ship broke off and hit the Covenant ships, destroying their shields and burning away the hull.
The second destroyer fired its MAC round, then a fury of archer missiles, destroying a Covenant cruiser. “Admiral, we are locked on,” Officer Hakru spoke.
“Evasive maneuvers, crew! Brace for impact!” The Admiral yelled as he grabbed the edge of his station. The plasma bombardment hit the lower side of the destroyer, burning through six decks. “Status report!”
“Decks 21-26 destroyed and venting atmosphere, engines are holding up, six Covenant Cruisers remain, one Covenant Assault Carrier.” Veronica spoke, appearing again on the table next to the Admiral.
“Evacuation report?” The Admiral questioned.
“The three frigates have entered slipspace with well over 2500 civilians. The Phoenix-class is at 76% capacity,” Veronice answered immediately.
“Helms, slingshot us around the moon. Signal the other destroyer to fall back,” the Admiral ordered.
“Aye, sir!” the Helmsman replied, getting to work. But as they watched the destroyer fall back, it was hit by a hurl of plasma torpedoes. The last thing they could do was watch, as the destroyer burned away.
Without flinching, the Admiral needed to keep his crew focused, “Hakru, arm the rest of the pods, get the MAC canon online and prepare to fire as many silos as possible. Arm the Shiva Nuclear Warheads…one minute and thirty second countdown, fire them at the fleet.” The Admiral spoke, staring into space.
He took a deep breath, “I would rather not let my men die on this ship. Enter the lifeboats, aim for the planet, the Phoenix class will have more than enough room.” The room was silent, none of the officers on the deck moved. The Admiral smiled, “Veronica, order the others to evacuate from the ship.”
Without a word, the red alert signal appeared on ship. “Admiral, MAC is online, missiles armed. Detonation timer is at fifty-seven seconds,” Hakru spoke over the alarm.
“Helms, full speed.” The sole destroyer, sped towards the moon, preparing to slingshot. Hundreds of lifeboats were being launched from the sides.
Veronica spoke, “Slingshotting in three…two…one.” The Cyclops slignshotted around the moon and headed at the Covenant fleet.
“Fire the MAC, as many successions as you can!” The MAC fired three consecutive shots. One broke the shields of a cruiser, the second, broke the hull, and the third destroyed the reactor, exploding the ship into a hail of debris.
“Nukes at twenty-two seconds!”
“The EMP will short out the Destroyer’s systems. Brace for a large impact.” The Admiral spoke. The remnants of the Covenant fleet approached the lonely ship, with more than 200 crew members on board. “Ladies and gentlemen, job well done…I am glad to be fighting alongside you all.” These words be the last words the Admiral would speak to his crew.
“Ten seconds left, Admiral.”
The Admiral nodded and smiled. He looked at Veronica as she flickered, and the AI smiled back, nodding. “Veronica…punch it.” The Admiral whispered.
The crew of the UNSC Cyclops stared at the six Covenant cruisers flying to them. Not one flinched, not one moved, they accepted the fate. Now, the last archer missile pods fired, and the nukes went off a second afterwards.
The nuclear weapons destroyed the first three cruisers, shorting out the rest of the other’s shields. The archer missiles contacted their hulls, destroying large portions of them, overheating their reactors and blowing them up. The debris impaled other ships, as each Covenant cruiser fell towards the planet.
The EMP from the nukes and the sheer size of the explosion knocked the Cyclops away. With no electronics, the crew members tumbled as the Cyclops hurtled towards the planet, along with the rest of the Covenant fleet.
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The crew of the UNSC Cyclops was strong, courageous, and brave in the face of death and defeat. They fought with the virtues humanity needs in these hard times. The planet managed to evacuate 39% of the population thanks to their efforts. And of course, we shall not forget the crews of the:
UNSC Farrafox (Frigate)
UNSC Sentience (Frigate)
UNSC Prime (Destroyer)
The crew members also aided in the defense of the UNSC colony world.
The Admiral, later identified as Thomas Adams Washington, was valiant. His quick thinking saved many of his crew, and he will never be forgotten. May all of those UNSC crewman, Rest in Peace.
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Fan Fiction Short Story - Halo
09-30-2011
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