Every pair of boots were lined up along the frigate launch bay hazard lines. New faces emerged among the formation. ONI just kept sending more troops to his team. A new sanghelli, a few new ODST. The first sergeant was appointed on arrival of these new recruits as well. First Sergeant "Ice".
Ice took his place at the head of formation, military discipline calling them all to attention. Even the sanghelli understood when the time was to stand up straighter.
"Our new orders have flooded in. Our frigate is to stand as the new temporary defense station for this sector of the planet. Us and a few other frigates will hold the front until a larger ship can slip in and hold this place." Ice informed the formation.Commander Kibbles stepped out from the side of the formation.
"Actually, there's more to it than that. They expect a small fleet of assault cruisers to slip in before this larger ship can arm up. Sounds like poor timing if you ask me. These frigates are geared to the teeth but in this frigate, we are the teeth. When they show up we'll take Pelicans into the head honcho to sabotage it as best as possible. A few of us will stay behind to disable the shield with our mac rounds. More information will be distributed but as of right now, mantain high alert. They won't slip in until tomorrow, that is if ONI's data is any good." Kibbles looked across the solid faces of the soldiers in front of him. None of them looked alarmed but a few of them were surprised. Just as surprised as Ice and Kibbles were when they too heard about an attack like this.
"Is there any questions?" Kibbles called out, shattering the very still silence.
"Who's flying in?" Lieutenant Dragon called out firmly.
Right. The list. Kibbles pulled up on his tac pad the list of names he'd written before thi
"Pelican one will be, Scourge, Ice, Silent and I. Pelican two will be Dragon, Shrimp, and both Sanghelli. The rest will remain to operate the mac cannon and keep our automated weapon systems in check. Fortunately, for the on board crew I'll leave our newly created AI 'Quick' to make sure you can handle these weapons by yourself. Pelican 2 will act as the saboteur while Pelican 1 will be the distraction on their main bays. With any luck we can keep hell raining on them long enough to get all the information we need and blow them out of the stars. If it's Sanghelli this should be enough to send them back to their main fleet. If it isn't then strap in for a rough ride. Everyone's dismissed." Commander Kibbles calls out.
/////The Preparation/////
///// Pelican Two /////
Spartan Dragon took her squad down to the weapons bay immediately. Her rifle propped up along side the cache, Shrimp grabbed his weapon as well but the Sanghelli already had their strapped to their sides.
"In none of our history did we ever have weapons like that. We've always had plasma in our weapons" One of the Sanghelli spoke out.
"Our weapons are still effective. Plasma shoots straight which makes it hard to aim when you've been shooting lead all your life. Do you have names?" Dragon asked, inspecting her rifle as she asks.
"Khut 'Lasumee"
"Xure 'Mugram"
Both Sanghelli looked at each other and looked back at the humans awkwardly.
"Riiight. I'm just gonna call you Blitz" as she pointed at the white ultra, "And you're Fry" she said as she pointed the other one. "We'll make this work. Anyway as Sanghelli you must know these ships well, is there like a back entrance you know of? Frigates have Maintenance hallways, is there something like that on CAS Assault Carriers?"
"All Maintenance is handled by the Huragok, but they do have special tunnels that lead outside. Mainly covered by plasma. A good plasma burst would down them, they aren't that strong." Fry piped up, his jaw flexing and stretching afterwards. He didn't talk very often so his mandibles felt sore to him.
"Well we do have some battlefield acquired covenant weapons. I'm sure we have a plasma pistol in their somewhere. That's 2 problems taken care of. I guess the rest is something we need to figure out on board the ship." She looked over her squad before her visor landed on an almost eager Spartan Shrimp.
"I can get into the battle net and make sure we don't raise any alarms. It'll be easy to disable a lot of their weapons as well from my pad." Shrimp said quickly, his pad already pulled up to some program that looked unfamiliar to just any Spartan.
"Right, you do that since we don't have any idea how to, We'll just bring our weapons." Dragon said as she lead the squad out of the weapons bay. They went to an empty commons area and talked as a squad until they were to be called on by the system comms.
/////The Preparation/////
///// Pelican One /////
"Right, we're going to be the big guns so bring big shit. I'll keep our pelican in the sky and fire at the big players on the field but you 3 will keep things on the ground under control. Whatever weapon you can do the most damage with, grab it." Commander Kibbles said as they reached the Adjacent weapons bay.
Scourge grabbed a shotgun and strapped a shell belt on his waist. Ice darted for the Plasma Launcher acquired from the Sanghelli when they arrived. Silent grabbed his trusty SMG but didn't hesitate to also grab a UNSC branded Rocket Launcher. Things were about to get interesting.
"Just so we're clear, we're not doing anything but raiding their main vehicle bay. Fuck their shit up, raise all the alarms, and keep everyone away from Pelican 2. If you want to take shit, that's fine. It'll all get blown up anyway." Commander Kibbles said on their way out of the bay.
"Commander, what about their spacecraft. I feel confident we could take one of their phantoms." Ice walked along side Kibbles as he spoke, his tone serious.
"If we keep stealing phantoms we're going to run out of room on our launch pad. You can steal one if you think you can unlock it from their battle net, but don't think you get to keep it. It goes on our pad and gets issued out like any other vehicle." Kibbles said sternly. 'I feel like I'm running a pirate crew with how much stealing we do.'
/////The Preparation/////
///// The Mac Cannon/////
"Why the hell are we put in the ship while they get all the fun?" Spartan Bronana angrily said, his fist colliding with the wall.
"Woah Calm down! The Commander gave us a very important task. It's mission critical that we get things taken care of here. We literally get the biggest gun in the battlefield." Spartan Paula said, her hand gently placed on Bronana's shoulder.
"It's just unfair, the Commander gets to do all the fun stuff. He fly's shit, goes feet first into bullshit, and shoots up the covenant while I sit here in this chair and make sure the Mac is still firing. Just staring at the large mac blast from the Cannon." Bronana says defeated, sinking in his chair.
"Right, well-"
Suddenly a blue light filled the command deck. Every head snapped towards the point of origin.
The first ship, just slipped in. Another follows closely behind it. Soon every ship droped out of orbit, a total of 9 ships stood before the 3 measly frigates.
Outnumbered. 3 to 1.
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