Composite Armour

Give me dates and specifics man!

Know what it really is? The guy with the AR was more skilled with his weapon the you were with yours. The weapon can only do so much.

Covenant assualt carriers are 5km long. Super carriers are 20km long.

"What a wimp." "You not playing nice then Paul?" "A few comments about the scorpion tanks, He couldn't take them too well." "ooooh, what was his come back?" "Something about reloading their triple-A tanks after every missile fired." "So they still using soley missile based technology?" "Yeah." "And you said?" "Nothing, don't want to start spilling technical specs. But I think that they think that we'll fight using flawed UNSC doctrines." "What are those doctrines, I never paid attention in History." "It's not improtant, I'll talk to you later." ________________________________________________________________ Unrelenting Bridge. "Now I just find that insulting. To mistake me for the Admiral is just awful. Do I smell that bad?" "Heh, no sir." "A little remedy will fix that, keep a tabs on whats his face." "Yes sir!"

"Yeah yeah, I'm sure you were a real ladys man back in the day. Now those nice aliens out there say they're not covies. If you want me to call you by your title, you can start by calling me mine. Nothin' is freely given these days." "Wait, how did you hear about the Covenant war?"

"Heh, do you kiss your mother with that mouth son?" The General walked up to him. "Now, I want you to take a good look around here. None of that foe-runner nonsense was used by us. Take a look over there." He pointed out to the large fleet in the distance. "Now if you want your fancy toys, I suggest you go speak to them. Everything here is nothin' but blood and steel." _________________________________________________________________ Colonel Hunter, Citadel V polar region. "My god, you pathetic worms. Airborne, DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SHIVER?!" "NO SIR!" "Well I suggest you stop, now if you're cold, drop and give me 1000!" "YES SIR!" "Sorry about that, recruits need the heavy hand, now I see nothing out of the ordinary." He proceded over towards a Scorpion tank. "Looks good for a......2550? The UNSC is still making these? How the hell did they ever expect to win anything?" He took a look around the base. "I'm sure as glad we abandoned that awful flawed doctrine. We'll set up our tent there. Anything you need come to me." "KEEP PUSHING YOU GIRLS!"

"Well, what can I do for......whatever you are." "OFFICER ON DECK!" "At ease, Adm.......what's this?" "General, this is uh......we were about to find out sir." "Well speak up son, who are you?"

Just please ask me if you want to do anything aggressive.

"Alright, just use the airlock. No need to get violent." "It's coming in?" "Yus." "Okay I think."

"What the..." "Captain?" "I've been drinking too much." "You seem fine to me." "Look out that window." "The hell..." "You see it too?" "Yeah.........I could try um.......open a comm with..hi.....he......it." "Well, the worst thing that could happen is we start talking to the hull." "Uh.....hello?"

I'm just saying, ask before you want to do something like that.

Halogeek, I just saw your posts. Can you please edit them, because I don't people just appearing on my ship without any permission.

The Admiral departed the hanger and proceded back to the bridge. "Sir, ships have began to request approach vectors to the polar region." "Grant them. Captain, you have fleet command, make sure everything goes smoothly." The Admiral disappeared into his quarters. _____________________________________________ U.C.R.S Unforgiving, unknown region of space. "Sir, boarding partys have secured the wreck, no hostiles reported on board. They're transmiting the data now." "Good, tell them to prioritise historical records and report every 5 minutes." "Yes sir. The ship was still stuck, transmiting the call for help. No answer was coming. It was several hours before the data was finalley translated. "Sir, archives translated." "Lets waste no time then." The bridge crew began to go throught the entire covenant recoreds learning everything since their forefathers disappeared from galactic events. "Look here, that date should be about 2552 if our intel is still accurate. Interesting and frightening. Reach....fell, only one ship escaped. "The sacred ring", "Demon" and "The parasite"? What could that mean?" He began to become entranced by the records. "The fall of....Earth, "the prophets betrayel", "Arbiter", "Sacred ring" again, "Oracle", "Demon"....." "It doesn't sound good sir." The captain ignored him. He was reading in silence now, there was a grim look on the crews faces. "2558, The "human ship Infinity"....Human ship? Innies? I don't understand all this. We'll find out once we get to earth." "Sir, what if there is no earth?" "Then we return to Citadel and make every alien ******* that attacks us pay in blood."

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING DOING ON MY SHIP?!" "Admiral, calm down, we'll deal with this later. Fleetmaster, by mock battles we mean training excercises, to gain some practical expierience on space combat." The General stood up and began to look at the painting on the wall, while the Admiral calmed himself in a bottle of whiskey. "Otherwise then that, the terms seem fair. Be warned however that all of your stealth ships will need to update their poistions to a nearby base every so often and will be restriced in their fly zones." He began to walk towards the fleetmaster. "Now, I suppose we have a deal then? I should hope so." The admiral looked up from his bottle. "Those robotic pricks are allowed no where near the planet, we will open fire upon them." "What the Admiral means of course, is that you and your people may come and go, but due to the agression of the other party they will be treated as hostiles." "And one final thing Fleetmaster, I would like to meet you personally sometime, get to know you." The General extended his hand.

"Your guards can wait where they wish. Now on to buisness." He picked up a notepad and began to read it. "We've conducted our own investigation into these sites and we have a great idea of what can be learned from there. Here is our terms." "1. Ship shielding technology is something we have a keen intrest in and I know it comes standard built on all covenant ships. Outfitting our fleet is a top priority." "2. We want to conduct mock battles between our fleets, to hone our skills." "3. As you said, "trust is a resource to be earned". I want an advisor to remain on site to keep tabs, he doesn't need to know details. Only that there is not a mass invasion being plotted." "4. Any agricultral information you gain from the site will be necessary." "5. Keep those stealth ships out of the atmosphere. You shouldn't have anything to hide. We can detect them in the atmosphere you know." "6. That robot, your "ally" or his buddys are allowed no where near the planet. This is non-negotiable." "Those are the terms." ((Heading offline now.))

A Large contingent of Marines escorted the party to the entrance of the room. Two Cerberus troopers were standing guard at the door. "Only the leadership is allowed into the room, everyone else can go to the mess hall or wait here." The Admiral walked out of the room and gestured the Team to come inside. "Look, even we have honour. To kill a enemy after I invited him onto my ship in the name of peace would be unthinkable. I can give the rest of your people a tour of all the unrestricted part of the ships if you want."

"I'm inviting you to come on board and discuss these terms of trade. Doing this over the comm systems is so uncivilised." He waved to the crewman to silence his end. "Ensign, can you attend to the meeting room and make sure it's in order?"

"General distress call, U.C.R.S Unforgiving, ID-002B, Requesting any assistence over." The ship was adrift in space, relying on thrusters to keep it still. It's entire fighter complement was deployed, protecting the vessal from more unwanted guests. "What's the word on the repairs?" "Still ongoing on the lower decks, engines will be offline for weeks without any help." "Alright Major, keep me posted. Commander, any info on those covenant." "It was an old Covie tactic to trap UNSC vessals and destroy them with ease from the broadside, no defense against it." "So the turrets were justified then?" "Yeah, I guess so. With a MAC installed we'd be sitting ducks. I guess the ******** never expected a 2000mm gun to be pointed at their bows." "Keep alert then, and let me know what the salvage teams find." "Yes sir."

"You're back, good. You will be given permission to study the artefacts if you agree to the terms of our trade. If you wish to discuss them further, I invite you to come onboard." He gave the signal to the crewman to prepare things.

"Major, why the hell have we stopped?" "Unknown sir, I'm trying to get us moving, the engines are shut down!" "What the hell is going on? Get me a status report from the engine room!" "Sir, three ships just appeard out of nowhere. It's the covenant sir! Corvette class." "They're launching craft!" "So this is the real covenant eh? Turn all guns and target the rear vessal, launch the fighters and intercept them." "Sir, Plasma torpedo just hit our engines, we're drifting." "Reporting effective fire, one enemy vessal down." "Boarders have broken to the deck two hangers, marines are engaging." "Engines and weapons of the lead vessal offline, last one is bugging out." "We can't let it esacpe, fire at will!" "Reported hits, it's going down." "Give me a report once all hostiles are terminated, send out a geral distress call. Prepare a boarding team." "Yes sir."

"Admiral on deck!" "At ease." The Admiral moved towards the captain on the bridge of the Unforgiving, handing him a datapad and leaving with nothing but a salute. The captain studied the datapad. "Ensign, fire up the drive, set a course for Earth." "Sir?" "Now!" "Yes sir." The ship broke away from the battlegroup and tore the hole in slipspace. It would be a mission that would decide the fate of Citadel V.

The transport descended into a cold polar region. Several troops moved to secure the site. They began excavating with explosives and soon found themselves in the uncovered site. "Alright boys, follow me. Nice and slow." They all proceeded inside. It was a small passage way towards a circular chamber. There was a small terminal and several doors. "Get to that terminal and see what you can find." "Yes sir!" The trooper began to touch the holographic simulation and various symbols came up. "I can't read it sir! Wait, it's changing into...I can read it now." "Well don't keep us in the dark, what is it?" "Weapons data, shield tech, slipspace drives, my god it's a treasure trove!" "Can we use it?" "No, we would need a vast amount of materials that we don't have." "I see, clever ********. Still, we have this as a bargaing chip." "Sir?" "Send a message to the Admiral, tell him to tell those aliens we'll talk."

"Why did you hold us back ma'am? We could have shoved a shell so ******* far down his throat....." "Enough, escort the president back to the capital and get me a transport back to the fleet." The Soldiers began immeadiatly to clean up, taking back wreckage of the sentinels for study. A memorial was held for the two soldiers that died. The admiral approached the last of the party, who was wearing a heavy suit of armour with various decorations on it. "General, can you investigate these sites please? Alot happened in the past hour and these danm sites are the cause of it. Who knows what could be there." "I'm on it Admiral, but I need you to alert the Armed forces. We're going to alert condition 1." "I understand General."

"Master who? It doesn't matter, nothing will be decided here. You can wait until were danm well ready to decide anything." "That goes for you too fleetmaster." Their transports opened the doors, waiting to take the 'guests' back to their ships.

"You want a warning shot?" The admiral talked into his radio. "Do it, show these tin cans what's happening." A brilliant blue streak could be seen off in the distance, followed by a deafing roar seconds later. A voice came over the radio. "Target confirmed hit sir, engines blown clean off, it's drifting." "Hear that, sounds like your toy can't handle 2 tonnes at 1.2 times the speed of light. Now unless you want to see chunks of it raining down, I suggest you leave now and wait for us. 8 minutes left."