United Earth Government

HMS-Hood

ONI
the soldiers along with the redcoats walk over to where the tanks are there heavy boots pounding on the surface of the planet as they walk it seemed peaceful almost well execpt for the frigate in the sky but they hoped there fly boys would take it out as the men search the tanks and armor a lone redcoat finds bryne he instantly salutes the man and he says to him "calm down where men of war not butchers" then he yells to his commander "theres nothing over here!" he then walks off acting as if he did not see the man

although the battle on the ground is over the battle in the sky is raging on the swifts swoop back for another pass the AA misses due to the low speed of the planes after all it is calibrated for faster planes of modern times, although the AA systems quickly start hitting there target the shields taking the brunt force of the flack the swifts start opening fire with the 45mm chaingun and 56.7mm cannons

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HMS-Hood Bryne doesn't move. He might as well surrender, but he didn't. His anger towards them lessened, or at least the one enemy who let him live.

He thought of his girlfriend back home, or the home that was the station destroyed in the recent attacks. Grabbing his courage from deep inside him, he primed a grenade. Throwing it before belly rolling over the tanks treads. Slipping between the four quad tracks and under the hull. The rest of the tanks finished their timed detonations expect for the one he was under since it was already damaged and mostly destroyed. In the confusion, he slid back up and grabbed the rest of his gear. Pulling it back down with him as he hid longer.

The pilot, fell. Her chute opening as her chair snapped back into the air. Falling as her longsword crashed some kilometers ahead of her. Finally her chair hit the dirt. Unsnapping the safety restraints she reached for the survival kit tucked away in the rear of it. filled with enough food and water as well as ammunition. All the consumables were in small neat packages. Finally, she pulled out MA5K carbine, equipped with a noise suppressor. Slinging the survival pack, and the rifle. Also checking if her pistol was secured on her leg before heading out. She started walking, coming up to hill and spotting the wreckage of her craft as well as some rocky outcrops. Perfect to spend the night. in the morning she could try the small portable communications device apart of the survival kit.

The frigates shields, deflect all of the fighter rounds fired at it. It's rear CIWS snapping onto the slow target, spraying thousands of rounds into the craft until it went KABOOM.

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...there was silence. Nothing happened, no attack. Eventually, the voice returned.
"So, what is it mortals? Fight... or sacrifice?"
The voice held as much authority as before though this time it felt more demanding, as if it was running out of patience...
Yet, the beasts around the arena remained without motion, continuing to stare the intruding ship down.

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Drakador_Chaos With a heavy heart. the vessel offers themselves. Later, they would be declared heros.

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As the crew waited for what they considered they inevitable end and hero death, time strecthed...
...and stretched.
...and nothing happened.
The voice returned, laughed, deep, mockingly.
"Did you think, that the price of the prophecy would be paid by a hand full of individuals? That the sins committed in the past would be abolished by less blood than what flows every day on one of your puny worlds?"
The voice laughed again and then fell silent...
The tension in area seemed to rise through the roof and the beasts at the border of the arena began twitching, pacing back and forth at the borders...
Then the voice continued, emotionless, cold, merciless...
"Return to your world and tell your people, then return to us, with the tenth part of one of your major worlds populations, or a tenth of your fleet. If you wish to challenge us for the prophecy, bring your soldiers and we shall have a duel. You have three of your weeks, should the demands not be met, we will return and claim the prophecys price ourselves."
The voice stopped, the presence remained, though there was something else that changed as well, there was a slight creaking in the ships structure and then the sensors registered that the ship was moving backwards, back towards the rift...
A few minutes later the ship halted in a similarly ominous manner, outside the hellish dimension of the Cult, back in realspace... the demands had been set, the clock was running, what would the UEG do now?

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ONI the man stopped in his tracks and looked back at bryne before the grenade explodes and says, "really, that's a damn rude move." the man dies as the grenade explodes his hat landing on the ground dirtied and bloody as bryne leaves something catchs his eye, the mans bag has somthing sticking out not only his meal tin but a smaller version of a HAM radio

the men in the air not knowing about the downed pilot make for where the fall back lines and trenches lay deploy grear and land just in time for the explosion of the tanks

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HMS-Hood The tank's explosions wash over the field of enemies. The shells stored inside of them burst as well, multiplying the force of the explosion. Bryne continues to take cover under the tank. Trying to raise the frigate via encrypted channels.

The pilot reaches the rocky outcrop, after walking for some distance. Plopping herself down and immediately pulling out the small communications package she has. To her surprise, she receives a reply from the frigate, sending a dropship to rendezvous with her position and to sit tight.

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ONI Ava jogs across the forest floor. Quiet as a mouse. Finally, she is outside a compound. dropping down into a crouched position, and bringing up the TACMAP on her HUD. Closing it after studying it for a few seconds, a red dot appears on her motion tracker. 25 meters out. Crawling across a small field to a fence, searchlights pointed away from it. Hopping the fence in a single bound, sliding up to the compound's wall as the light traces to where she just was. Her grey and white amour blending into the concrete wall.

The red dot now became two, as they neared. 5 meters to her left, around the corner. Swinging around the corner tightly, leveling her rifle at the now targets unaware of her being there. Now they were dead before they even noticed what was happening.

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ONI Moving up, and reaching a set of doors which she enters. No hostiles greet her. She slinks through the long hallway, checking rooms which are empty before heading to one of the lower levels. Where her target was.

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ONI sevral men are now dead from the blast and sevral more are wounded bryne hears the feet of medical staff pound by in there heavy boots and the sounds of a man screaming bryne manages to make a line to the frigate

the pilots upon seeing the drop ship ready there planes.

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HMS-Hood The frigate hears brynes calls. Sending another dropship out, this one to him. As it approaches the target area it launches its entire salvo of ANVIL missiles, into the horde of men.

The frigate moves towards them

The frigate is now sitting almost right above the battleground. As the dropship lands, picks up the ODST and is off. Using its batteries to rain fire down at the hostiles and their newly established camp.

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ONI the jets not being able to ready up and arive in time sit bak on the runway, unable to do anything as the missiles cut away at there army one man starts to sob for his brother is in the army bryne and the downed pilot get back on the frigate, 379 men are dead from the assault 154 are wounded from the 800 men that landed on pluto the ground is soaked red from the bloodshed, a man starts to question this war that they are in he thinks to him self, "so these are the lies ive been sold, where is the glory in this offence there is no glory to be had here." as he eats his food he thinks to himself "what is the price of a mile." as the bombardment rages on as he hides in the bunker he mutters under his breath "what is this hell that i've walked into.

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HMS-Hood As Byrne and the downed pilot reach the frigate. Byrne re unites with the rest of his squad. The ones who survived. They praise him for his heroism and valid, cracking jokes while at it.

The frigate stops firing. A message is sent to any available frequency. Hoping the enemies on the ground would at least hear it. The message indicates for them to surrender or be fired soon more, giving them one last chance.

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ONI they respond with one word in full caps bolded "NUTS!"

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HMS-Hood The bridge crew receive the transmission, puzzled by it they look to the captain who shrugs. Ordering for another final transmission to be sent.

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ONI the frigate hears the faint sounds of air raid sirens as they see men running once again the there dugouts, and trenches

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HMS-Hood The communications officer tells the captain that no response came from the hostiles. The batteries resume firing as well as one of the archer missile silos.

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they angle the anti tank guns up at the frigate with the guns peeking through holes in the dugout.

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HMS-Hood Hell rains down on them. The anti tank guns won’t scratch the frigate due to it being designed to take capital ship weaponry and survive.

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ONI in there last stand this battle the jets are launched the lightnings punched to there top speed going mach 2 the pilots eject sending there planes on auto level ramming to the frigate sadly the effort was in vain as the sheilds take the hit as the pilots parachute down they pray that the flack systems dont target them on the ground the men have been firing the anti tank guns so much the barrels are warping from the heat they ran out off bullets so they fire the guns like muskets using rocks and bombs after those run out they start firing pieces of fire wood cut to fit in the guns and spare parts for the planes these men will not give up.

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HMS-Hood the frigate bombards them more lmao

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ONI some of the dugouts cave in from the heavy shells many of the gun have been destroyed from the intense heat and warping these men are nearing the end of the rope

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HMS-Hood The frigate sends one final transmission, to them. Seeing if they would even respond. The message tells them this is now their final final warning to stand down and surrender.