Kuja wrote:Been watching First Contact recently?

Yeah i have.
Authors note. I am currently ignoring Halo 2 and the arrival of the covenant at the end of the ilovebees.com saga. However I will include parts of that story in here.
The Clam Before the storm
Two weeks later.
"Wake up Admiral," said the elite that was dancing with a grunt. "It is time to wake up."
Admiral Gordon opened his eyes and focused on the small holographic figure on the pedestal next to his bed.
"Rommel, what time is it?" Asked Gordon.
"It is 0600. It was at this time you request a wake up call." Said the A.I.
"Rommel next time I ask that just give me another 30 minutes." Growled Gordon.
The holographic smart A.I. smiled. "Well, arent we in a good mood this morning?"
"Rommel just shut it and let me get ready in peace. Oh, and have someone send coffee."
Rommel chuckled. "Very well, Admiral." He clicked his heels theatrically and winked off the pedestal.
Grodon was tempted to lay his head back down and fall back to sleep. But now he need to get up and prepare for the day. He rolled out of bed and head for the bathroom. Twenty minutes later he walked out showered, shaved and feeling slightly better.
There was a knock on the hatch.
"Come." Said Gordon.
The door opened and in stepped Admiral Harper, carrying a pot of coffee.
"Bill!" Said Gordon. "I didnt expect to see you. Usally you are fussing too much over the Second Fleet to stop in and say hello."
"Well Jim, Second Fleet doesnt really have anywhere to go right now, so I thought I might stop by and say hello."
"Well you are welcome any time. So how are things with the Second?"
"Well we are all getting pretty restless. We arent used to be sitting on our hands."
"Well, I remember that one time when..."
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Gordon stepped into the command center of the Super Heavy Orbital Defense Platform
Sacremento. This platform and four others like it, were the cream of the crop when it came to the Orbital Defense Grid. The
Sacremento had two Super Mac guns and four Heavy Mac guns. It was as powerful as four standard defense platforms. The
Sacremento had been designated the Command and Control center for the defense of earth space.
Gordon sat down at the confrence table in the center of the room and Rommel appeared a second later.
"Good morning Admiral." Said the A.I.
"Morning, Jim." Said Admiral Garewal.
"Nice to see you Gordie." Said General McPherson, commandant of the Marine Corps.
"Morning people," said Gordon. "So how are things going."
McPherson spoke first. "Well we have finished evacuations. And the left behind are starting to shape up into something like a militia. I still wouldnt take them into combat with me given a choice, but they will do the job when the time comes."
"Good. Ryan, how are things going with the fleet?" Asked Gordon.
"Well, we have managed to scrape up three hundered active duty capital ships. We only managed to get fifty ships out of the mothballs, worth putting crew on. The rest of the mothballs, well we got the fastest ships we could, set them up to be remoted controlled, and loaded nukes on them. That give us another fifty ships. So we have four hundered ships to throw at them." Said Admiral Garewal.
"Good," said Gordon.
"Admiral, there is something eles." Said Rommel, who could barely contain he's glee.
"What is it Rommel?" Asked Gordon.
"We may have gained the biggest equalizer of them all. Sir, last night while you were asleep, there was a break in at Chala Base, in North America. During the breakin a device was activated. It was the same device that made that kick in slip space that knocked out the ship that was coming back from the ONI mission. Well this time the device has somehow cut off all slip space jumps in a sphere around Earth. The edge stops short of the moon, but there is no way a ship can make a jump in that bubble. In other words no more pinpoint jumps past our defenses. And we think the Covies dont know yet."
"Hot damn, that may just give us the edge we need!" Said Gordon.
Gordon spoke again. "Ok, here is what I have planned. We arrange for our nuke ships to be behind the Covies when the appear. As soon as the show up, I want us to nuke them with those ships. When the nukes have softened them up we fire volleys of MAC rounds at the Covies. If we can whittle them down like that, then we have our forces move in for the kill. ONI figures the Covies will send only six hundered ships, since they thats how much they were sending in the beginning. With the ODG we should be able to hold the line. Now we should put these plans into motion ASAP."
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A week later.
Gordon burst into the C&C. One of the techs called out. "SIR COVIES FORCES INBOUND! ETA TEN MINUTES. HOLY SHIT, SIR SCANS SHOW EIGHT HUNDERED SHIPS!"
"Very well. Send the word to the fleet, get the nukes ready now. And give me system wide comms."
The tech flipped a switch and pointed at Gordon.
"Comrades, friends and fellow soldiers of the UNSC, greetings. This is Admiral Gordon, abroad the
Sacremento. I speak to you today as brothers. Today we continue something that has been continueing for twentyseven years. Your fathers and mothers before you have fought this fight. And fought it well. And now so will you. The vigor you have brought to this fleet reminds me of the times before the Covenant. The days of the first SPARTANs. When the know galaxy trembled at the sound of weapons. Now it will tremble from our resolve." Throughout the fleet men were rushing to their stations, bulkheads were closing. "The Covie bastards are expecting us to be weak and disorganized. What they dont know is that we have the advantage now. We know where they are going to attack. We also have a few other tricks. I want you to know that you are all heros. Heros for being willing to lay down your life for another. Today is a glorious day. Today we will show the Covenant what it means to fear. Today we sail into history." All throughout the fleet singing broke out. It was the UN anthem. "So, its everyman to his station or gun. Sharps the word and quicks the action. For Earth, for home, and for the victory."
Now there was silence. People shifted nervously at their stations. Then there was a flash on one of the monitors and they were here. "Christ theres a shitstorm of them," someone breathed.
The UNSC fleet formed up with a few hundered mobile repair stations to be used as shields. All among the fleet, weapons were loaded, safties were removed, firing solutions computed. And so the two forces just stared at each other. For a full minute no one moved. Not a single shot was fired. There was a single transmission broadcasted, no one knew who broadcast it. "For Earth." Suddenly there was movement. A single Longsword went shooting headlong towards the Covenant. Seconds later his squadron and every other fighter, bomber, and attack craft were screaming towards the Covenant.
Gordon still had his system wide transmission. "All ships you are clear to engage." He cut the transmission. He turned towards his holographic German Field Marshall A.I. "Rommel, you have control of the MAC gun network. As soon as they come into range, hit them with everything you got."
A smile appeared on Rommels face. "With pleasure Admiral. They will enter firing range in thirty seconds."
Thirty seconds later the first shots of the Battle of Sol were fired.