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They come now... and they take us... the tide rises.

A "gift" for our friends Bungie/343i. An alternate universe in which Covenant and precursors represent a threat to humanity that we will never know ... a fanfic story...
ah, you must excuse my English ... I had to translate everything with google translator.

"In a vacuum"
The vessel, filled with lights and lights intermittently, oscillated slowly rocked by the appearances of residual atmosphere, while leaving the planet starting at a time of its final destination, the object of their mission.
A large golden star stood on the keel of the ship, the height of the bridge, overhung on the symbol that, below the star, identified membership of the vessel. The name in Cyrillic letters, was inscribed just below and to the side, on the left, there were inscribed the names of former commanders and captains of the unit.
The last of those names was Iakov Klyuch, newly assigned, newly appointed, at the helm of that ship, after years of direct action against an enemy in the ranks of lieutenant.
The "Stolp Oseni" was now an old ship, a mighty Halcyon class cruiser, resistant but still functional. He had just left the orbit of Jupiter to travel to the nearby colony of Dostigat to load its cargo and start a special counter at the side of the entire Red Army against the enemy ... the enemy.

Their enemy was the cold, ruthless, calculating and with some semblance of religion. No one knew why they had attacked the man, but thirty-two years after the war, the USSC decided to end it. Although equipped with superior technology, the alliance of alien races who had declared war on humanity was disjointed, disjointed, without a real strategy of war and stupid, especially. By placing the character of their military campaigns on the honor and respect their religious practices obscure, had frequently lost whole battles all'USSC giving the ability to reorganize and strike the planets that had been saved. But they faced the enemy, had something to defend, in the end it was discovered.
The Covenant, so they called themselves, were in practice the "dirty work" for a race more advanced and nested toward the galactic center, where for some reason, they did nothing but make a perfect sterilization of each world, asteroid and scrap pass from their share towards the galactic core or in the opposite direction.

In command of the bridge Oseni Stolp, the captain observed Klyuch met some monitors with data from the ship. Everything was fully operational and ready for battle. He would have given a hard time with aliens, it would be covered with glory, and he marched with his ship over the skies of Novaya Stalingrad, on Jupiter.
But not everyone was pleased, in those parts. Behind him, a figure shrouded in darkness and at first hidden by the constant hum of circuits and systems of the ship, you approssimò behind the captain. Giving a dry cough to stretch his voice attracted the captain and said:
<Captain, if I want to follow, we must open orders.> Klyuch immediately became dark, the Purser would almost certainly have been a problem. The lights UVMR like him were not welcome on any ship, especially after the fiasco of Urozhai where the first counter-attack had been completely lost, and where Vice Admiral Kapusta had to deploy the first army in support of the colony have been vitrified.
'Yes, let's go to my companion commissario, alloggio> merely replied the Captain.

The cubicle assigned to the captain of the ship was more or less identical to that of the rest of the crew, except that it was twice the size. A luxury dedicated to officers only. Inside his stash of Cuban cigars and vodka was new, just packaged and arrived fresh from Earth. The Tea, hot, waiting for him on the table beside the comfortable camp from which you could stick to sit comfortably. A second chair would support the weight of the Commissioner who was not an easy Commissioner but a real naval intelligence officer and senior.
<IA Its board can be removed from its housing captain, what we have to discuss is highly classified, Admiral Kapusta has ordered the person I speak of what I'm about to tell her and I am sure she will not want certain things they end up in personal meanderings of the matrix of IA as military protocol.>


Klyuch had nothing to say, but it was getting nervous ... and also curious.
<Molto Well compagno, parlare?> but what we have said, while assuring the protection of the accommodation on a keyboard in the wall of the blanket sleeper.
<This data package I'm on his personal computer to transfer the update on the situation of war, 32 years is a long and UVMR had much time to gather data and information ... but believe me, this is a story that has ancient roots.>
<Can I afford to wait. We will notify you when the ship is ready to make the jump, it only takes a few hours, then we have, all the time. You start as well.> Said as he poured the tea into two cups hot streams of steam rising up from both.
'And it is capitano> reached out and say it to take the cup to the captain was holding. Then he continued.
<So, our "story" begins in 1982 when, draw ice of Antarctica, a team of Norwegian researchers discovered something ... I wonder what would normally be classified, but the admiral to allow this then ... it is an alien ... and his spaceship.> declared bringing the cup to his lips and a little sorseggiandone content.

<What they found turned out to be a parasite has evolved quite a sort of "intelligence" that, alone, could wipe out the settlement is Norwegian and U.S. No. 31. There was one survivor who said he had also collaborated with the U.S. military to destroy the remaining copies, but it was a lie. The USSR soon discovered that the Americans wanted to keep the thing to draw a biological weapon, but the contingent was sent to you destroyed ... new flesh to assimilate understand?>
The captain nodded silently.
<The USSR thus activated his forces, sent an expeditionary force on the continent and drew the ship and destroyed every infection that took over. But perhaps there are still things out there. No accident that every human outpost on the continent is heavily defended and reinforced.>
Still no response from the captain, as the commissioner continued with his story.
<Since then it has been a long time, however, was due to advanced technology that ship that the USSR was able to win the confrontation with the United States, to establish itself as a world guide to determine the current and prevailing order. Funny is not it? That ship, compared with today's findings belonging to the Covenant, it is more advanced, despite being "old" well one hundred thousand years. It seems to belong to a new alien race. But we do not know if they are extinct or alive.>
The captain was now silent and looked like a pillar of salt, watched without disturbing even a muscle, listening to every detail of the story of the Commissioner without even touching the cup still in his hands, now cold.

<There remains only one particular: that "thing", which attacked and infected that alien the Norwegian and American research team, was extremely dangerous. The initial thesis was that, probably, it had managed to infiltrate the ship infecting a member of the crew, perhaps the only member, and finally lost control of the vehicle, it crashed with no apparent damage, the Antarctic terrestrial ten thousand years ago. Now, the spacecraft had damage consistent with a crash, yet the surrounding area had all the signs of such an event. However, the ship reported signs of a battle. One view is to ascertain whether the ship had been identified and followed to the Earth. If so, the planet could be in danger.>
By now the captain knew where he was driving at the Commissioner and held out a mouthful of The.
<The mission that the admiral is assigning hours is simple: pick the members of an experimental project of supersoldiers, equipment and naval Spetsnaz enough of Dostigat and then leave for the coordinates that we have painstakingly extracted from the core data of the ship discovered in Antarctica. Notified captain, since during this mission will not be there: all the previous missions sent to investigate in that direction have not returned, the last aroused the attention of the Covenant, but we were prepared for them and demolish them soon. What we want to know is what is beyond, near the galactic nucleus and directly into the nucleus. Do not disappoint us Captain.>

While the commissioner was rising, he saluted and left the captain's cabin, he was still bending over to read the data on his computer integrated on the coffee table in mahogany. The tea was cold now been shelved and finally, the IA board appeared on the projector at the corner of the desk to inform them of progress.
<Captain! All preparations were made for jumping! Expect an order from him sir!>
<Good job Cortana, then proceed with the jump. We have much to do.>
The holographic image of IA disappeared almost immediately, leaving in its place a kind of red flower of data that danced just above the projector ... Captain Klyuch began to sip his tea and, meanwhile, opened the door of the small round which his cabin was equipped. Looking at the stars before they disappeared obscured hyperspace, a heavy heart, a terrible foreboding gripped his mind at that moment ... although it was common in the fleet, no one was believing, they all followed the dictates of the ironclad rule.

[Edited on 08.04.2012 11:54 AM PDT]

  • 08.04.2012 11:44 AM PDT