The Gallery
This topic has moved here: Subject: [Story] A Different War.
  • Subject: [Story] A Different War.
Subject: [Story] A Different War.

About me: I am a vicious wolf of a man.

But really am sweet at heart. =)

SEPTEMBER 17TH 2528

UWN (United World News)
LIVE FEED

Reporter Elizibeth Carlsburg on scene.

"It is frantic on the scene here Jack. From what we have been able to figure it it appears that there has been a terrorist bombing at the UNSC Admiralty Summet. From what we can tell, Admirals Rich, Hood, Simmons, Daniel, and Generals Kits, McDeen, and Anderson are all dead. Several more officers have been wounded."

"Turn that off." Vice Admiral Parangotsky told the junior officer standing at attention near the door to the room.

"So what does this mean for me?" asked the Rear Admiral.

"You are next in line to take command."she stated bluntly.

"Of...everything?"he asked bewildered.

"Your record is clean Michael, and right now we need the best. That is you,"she said pointing a finger at his chest.

Inside his chest the now Admiral Michael Peterson's heart beat faster.

"Well then,"he said "I'd better get to FLEETCOM on Reach and get started...I never did like the wall paper in there. I guess now is the chance for a new decor."

With that Michael took one last look out the window of the 70 story appartment. He stepped out of the room where the two MPs who were guarding the room allowed him to pass, after another search.

Felt the slight tug of gravity as the elevator quickly decended the 70 floors in seconds. Got in his black Cadillac and began a drive in the dark night to FLEETCOM.

It was a quiet night for all the blood that had been spilled.

Police, Planetary Guard, Army, Marines, even a few ODSTs were all on the scene of one of the biggest assassinations in history. They were all looking for answers, and likely would never find any.

All of the big names of the UNSC were in one room, for one meeting, with 2 big purposes. How to deal with the Insurectionalist threat, and what to do about the Covenant. They hadn't talked for 7 minutes before explosives placed below each of their chairs blew up:Killing anyone sitting down.

The only Admirals apparently NOT killed were the retired Vice Admiral Cole, and Michael. Michael hadn't commanded anything after Sigma Octulous. Even after 5 years the scene was still fresh in his mind...now he was supposed to command the entire UNSC?

Michael was pulled out of his thoughts when he realized he was at his destination. Fleet Com HQ. Olympus Tower.



This is one of my first fan fictions with a very broad goal and story. The main premise is the entireity of the Admiralty of the UNSC was killed in a terrorist attack. Very few Admirals survived. The few that did were Vice Admiral Cole, and Rear Admiral Michael Peterson. As Peterson is the only on duty Admiral remaining. He is now in command of the UNSC. This will drasically affect the outcome of the Human Covenant war. And the tactics and weapons the UNSC will use.

[Edited on 05.12.2010 7:59 PM PDT]

  • 05.12.2010 7:57 PM PDT

In the Emperor's name, you shall not falter!

Very interesting and orignal. I am looking forward to see what shall happen.

Thread saved.

  • 05.12.2010 9:20 PM PDT

An assassin will always carry on, even after death.

I agree. It will be good to see a how the war is different. Very original

  • 05.13.2010 12:26 PM PDT

About me: I am a vicious wolf of a man.

But really am sweet at heart. =)

Michael stepped into the huge atrium of the Olympus Tower. The light blue walls and high ceiling gave him a sense of vertigo. The training centers on Earth, and the Officers School on Luna may have been the life blood of the UNSC; but this was it's beating heart.

Right now there was virtually nobody in the normally busy laberynth. The only person waiting for Michael was an Army Colonel.

"Rear-err Admiral Peterson." The Colonel said. "Welcome to FLEETCOM sir." he said as he stood at attention.

"At ease Colonel. I'm just as disturbed as you about all this."Michael said as he walked to the elevator at the far end of the room.

"Yes sir," sad the Colonel. Falling in step a foot behind Michael and keeping pace. "Do you have all the details of the situation?"

They stepped into the makivo-pine paneled elevator and the Colonel hit the button for the basement level.

"Nope, Vice Admiral Parangotsky just called in the night and said...I was in charge." Michael said shaking his head slowly.

"Well, it appears the only leaders NOT killed are Marine Generals Zimny and Wrenshal. You will have to pick all new Admirals sir."

The elevator stopped at the basement sub level. They passed through several scanners before entering the "dungeon". Michael had been in the room several times before. Being the commander of a destroyer flotilla. When his ships were being repaired he would show up for his new orders. They moved right past the few junior officers working in the twilight of their work stations and into the room of the CICAUF. (Commander In Chief All UNSC Forces)

"Very well, thank you for the update Colonel?"Michael asked.

"Gibson sir, Gibson."he said.

"Good, I will make sure to keep you close at hand."

With that he turned and shut and locked the door. Stepping into the office, the lights turned on automatically. He sat down in the plush office chair and got on the phone. After the work station gave him clearence he began dialing.

The connection picked up.

"Hood? If you're calling about some wild goose chase-"

"Preston, it's Michael. Hood is dead, everyone is. I'm going to need your help."


Well, that is my second chapter I guess. For the record, my other chapters will be MUCH longer. I am just very busy as of late with school work and my other books. Including a history of my family back to the 1500s and a historical account of the Central Pacific drive in WWII. Anyway. Yes, the man on the phone IS Vice Admiral Cole. He will be a major character in the story. As will Colonel Gibson.


[Edited on 05.13.2010 8:17 PM PDT]

  • 05.13.2010 2:25 PM PDT

An assassin will always carry on, even after death.

How many years will the story span. I suppose that now the war won't end on March 3rd 2553

  • 05.14.2010 3:41 PM PDT