Halo - Millennium Crisis
Disclaimer: This reclaimer does not own Halo. Dieses forderte zurück tut nicht leiblich Glorienschein.
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A red klaxon flashed its respectful color as a large screen flashed messages and data to the viewer.
'...Space ruptures near our battle cluster...-static-'
'-static-...ifteen Covenant capital ships holding position just outside the kill zon...-static-'
'...By accident. Yes, it appears they had no idea where Earth was, until they jumped here...-static-...No, they did not fire as soon as they saw us. Simply pu-static- ere stunned for a moment. We did not detect any weapons build-up until after the first wave of MAC fire took out that Carrier's shields...'
There was another wave of static obscured the screen. Another wave of reports would have flooded the speakers had it not been for a click of a button on the arm of the command chair in front of the screen. "Vhat say you Dok?" spoke the one sitting in the command chair, the finely cut hair just visible above the back. A tall thin man in a faded white lab coat splattered with blood standing at the left hand side of the chair adjusted his multi-layered lenses, sweeping away his long blond hair, "Un excellent specimen can be procured from the ensuing battle vith little to no doubt. I must haf several of these Covenant soldiers as test subjects. But alas, perhaps it may be too risky, it vill be in broad daylight...und our soldiers in such a state..." His sentence trailed off as he nervously began to toy with his gloved hands, both of which have their ring and pinky fingers fused together.
"-static-...This is Fleet Admiral Harper. We are engaging the enemy..."
"Und vhat about you Captain? Do you think ve should attempt to capture several of these creatures?"
"Ve do haf the resources to do so. More than enough," said the Dok earnestly. A large shadow belonging to a tall man in a great white army trench-coat and an M43 officer's cap emblazoned with the Totenkopf symbol shifted slightly, but said nothing, his blue eyes cold and his face expressionless.
"..."
Nothing was said for a moment, only the tapping of fingers upon computer terminals reigned as the three men watched the feed. After half an hour's worth of long moments passed as another wave static drowned out the silence. "...-static-...I don't believe it! They're retreating, we've won!" Moments later the Orbital Station Malta burst into pieces of flaming debris. It's stability ring cracked and dispersed as the long main gun of the Super MAC station tumbled into low orbit, heading towards the southern end of the Atlantic ocean.
"Vell! It appears ze Covenant are not as stupid as ve think."
"Nein, they aren't stupid, they just don't use their intellect vith all zat honor und glory zing zey haf..."said the man as he adjusted his many layered glasses.
"Ja, Captain. Go und retrieve zat MAC. Ve vill need it later."
The Captain gave the barest of nods and walked silently away, keying a comm unit in his coat. He turned slid down a flight of steps and walked from the command room to the elevator lift that would bring him to his transport and his team.
The MAC Station's massive cannon plunged from the lower atmosphere of Earth into the Southeastern portion of the Atlantic ocean. Six teams of UNSC Salvager Corps were notified instantly, gliding towards the still steaming area where the weapon had tumbled into. A pair of ships, as they came closer they were actually huge submarines, were already near the site, apparently investigating what had happened. The Captain Jose Umera of the Salvaging Corps keyed the communications array. "You are in restricted area! Keep away from the wreckage!"
"I am afraid ve cannot do that. You no longer haf authorization to be here. Ve vill take zis back to base on our own accord," said the unfamiliar voice. It was accented with germanic dialect and the sound of being used to giving orders, apparently also feeling that he was not going to show his face to a mere Salvager Captain.
"I don't know who you are, but I have not been notified ab-" started Jose as the man on the other line fed him a line of words. The console in front of him flickered with numbers and words with it's failsafe activated.
Automated Piloting System...This guy must be a Spook! Jose thought.
"Und I vish you a good day Captain Umera," said the accented Spook, confirming his thoughts as they sped away from the site. Umera gripped his chair's armrests before letting out a breath of air. Whatever. I'm not gonna be liable for whatever happens...
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Commander Arnolds turned in his communications chair, "Ve are good to go Captain. Shall ve go back?" The tall man glanced at him and gave Arnold a long stare. Like all others under the famed Captain's squad, he was trained personally by the Major's bodyguard, the best of the best in their squadron. However under the stare of the eyes of the Captain was like fear...
The Captain nodded imperceptively.
Hastening to carry out his orders and glad to be away from the deathly stare, Arnolds began to give orders for the trip back home.
Both submarines submerged, towing the huge MAC alongside them, dozens of anti-gravity pods lining the bottom of the huge rail-cannon.
"This is Commander Arnolds, ve haf completed the mission objective. Ve are making our vay through the Atlantic. Ve vill arrive shortly. Do you copy HQ?"
"...Ve copy Commander. Good vork. HQ ist ready for your arrival, over."
A short chapter, but its the beginning. Reviews appreciated as always.
- TArvA