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 Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 8:50 pm
On the side of the battle scared Covenant SuperCarrier, a single lit fighter bay opened it's doors, flooding light into the harsh cold vacume of space. Along it's path, two rows of starships... bombers and fighters alike floated lifelessly in formation. As the doors slid open, dropping into the hull, its light revealed craft after craft, their lits dim.
As each craft is revealed, so their running lights burn, lighting the interiors of their crafts like tiny beacons in the blackness that is space itself. Two by two they light, showing the way to the bay that would hold the cerimony that would shape so many things to come. That would mold the way things are done in the future.
On one side of the double lines, the UNSC craft float, keeping station almost perfectly. Pelicans and Longswords alike, each facing towards the other line.
The other line, of course, was the "FreeLancer" team of Pirates. Their ships were small, single craft, sleek and angular like a dart almost. Their paint jobs were similar to that of the LongSwords, but with one small difference. Their hulls were a dark grey with emerald green outlinings. The markings of the Wraith Squadren of the FreeLancer Fleet.
These too were lined up, each one opposite one of the UNSC support ships that lined the way in to the bay.
After each and every single pair of FreeLancer and UNSC ships have ignited their lights, a single sleek fighter approches straight in. It is joined by one Pelican, flying side by side through the line of ships and into the bay.
All around the Covenant Carrier, all the ships have come to a stop, listening, watching and waiting for whatever outcome may happen from this meeting.
Total, utter destruction? Or peace between the two factions. Only time will tell for sure.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 9:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 7:08 pm
With a shimmer of energy, the ships enter the field, rotating to face outwards, their seperate landing gear coming down, folding out to support the craft's weight. The fighter was the first to divulge it's secrets, the tinted canopy sliding forwards to reveal the captain of the Valkyrie Rose, Rasa Maldalay. He heaved himself up out of his chair, standing on the wing casually, while he waited for the other to come out and salute the officer of the deck. (It was after all, military tradition to request permission to come aboard.)
With a shake of the head to disdane from the military curtesy, Rasa stepped down from his fighter onto the purple hued decking of the covie carrier, heading for the special area set up for them to work out their grevences.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 5:46 am
The rear hatch of the Pelican slowly lowered onto the deck of the Covenant Carrier's docking bay, allowing Captain Vincent Millay to casually step out and onto the cold metal floor of the captured vessel. He barely managed to glance at the other ship Captain after he'd departed from what appeared as a fighter craft, paying more attention toward the strange ship itself rather than the pilot, before shrugging off his curiousity and focusing on the current problems he'd be forced to face with someone he'd met once before.
When the ring was completely destroyed, they'd hardly noticed how his ship had snuck up on them and tried to assist. He was curious as to why he'd even bother trying to help them in any way, especially since they could have annihilated the ring without his help. None of this really mattered, as Vincent wasn't thrilled to see this man once more. He was tempted to pull out his personal weapon and take care of his main problem right now, but that temptation was easily ignored, thanks to the fact that they were both unarmed during this exchange of words.
Now, leaving behind his thoughts on past occurences, he caught up and walked alongside the other Captain toward the temporary area set up specifically for them to reach a simple and understandable conclusion for all of this, and to hopefully fix any problems they might have with one another in the form of a truce.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 6:03 am
"Captains. Welcome aboard. I chose this ship as our staging grounds because it is a neutral station as far as allegances go. You, Rasa and you, Vincant, are both here to sign a peace treaty between the FreeLancers and the UNSC. If at all temporary till the war is over. Do you both agree?"
A single screen stood on the podium, with Gai's face surrounded by blackness. This was his mental projection, as he was still in his cucoon in the bridge.
"I do. I know why I am here."
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 1:45 pm
Vincent cast a sideward glance toward the Captain he'd now know of as Rasa, before looking back towards the screen and nodding slightly in response to the question, which stated their only real reason for being here together. "Of course...This will only be a temporary agreement."
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 2:23 pm
"Good. Now. Do you both swear upon injury or death that you will not fire on each other, or their allies in kind?"
Here was the clincher. Whether or not the two forces would agree to this would be what this was all about.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 3:19 pm
Vincent almost grinned as he heard this question, now thinking of this as something of a marriage ceremony in order to bind the two forces together. He held back a laugh and nodded once more, thinking of when this would become a divorce situation once they were near any form of UNSC controlled space. His wandering mind continued to think of how little 'space' the UNSC could even control now even as he spoke in his usual, calm voice. "I swear."
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 4:00 pm
"As do I."
Rasa didn't really trust this other captain, but he had no choise.
"Good. Now that thats settled, lets get onto the memorial, which will be transmitted live to the fleet and all personel here."
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 4:28 pm
Vincent arched a brow at this statement, immediately curious as to if the Pirate fleet would also be listening in on this memorial. He didn't know if they cared about their losses or not, and doubted both equally. When he thought about it, they were lucky to have only lost what they did. All of their forces on the ring could have easily been over-taken by the Flood, and this ceremony would have even more impact on their forces. Shrugging off his thoughts on what 'could' have happened, he decided to focus on what did occur and how they can honor those that will never return home.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 4:38 pm
"Now gentle men, before we begin, you must understand one thing. Rasa, you already know this. But as for you Captain, the majority of the main crew of the fleet that joined in, is made up of widows, widowers and orphans. They are the remnants of the families left behind after the first HALO world and some of the colonies."
((A little drama never hurt anyone.))
"So. Now that that is said, we go live in ten seconds." Gai started playing some old traditional bagpipe music in the background. It was Amazing Grace, done at funerals in the old times. He thought it fitting that it would be played here.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 5:10 pm
He shifted his attention toward the screen once more upon hearing the honorific 'Captain', and silently listened to the short story regarding the fleet he was now allied with. He nodded faintly without much thought, before noticing the strange music that was playing, amazed anyone would think it was somehow honorable at this point. He decided it'd be best to ignore the odd music as they prepared to broadcast everything they did here to the rest of their fleet.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 5:19 pm
A count down appeared on the screen, alerting the two captains of the opposing fleets to the time. Then, all at once, all throughout both sides, screens were tuned to the broadcast, as many wanted to see this. The co-captain of the Rose, Mala saw this on their screen. Ther navagator of the Titan saw it too. All people who could, were, and those who couldn't were moving so that could.
"At the begining of this war, we didn't know what was to be expected. Now, its all to clear. Death and destruction of all who stood before the Covenant. Or at least, so we thought. We stand here today, we survivors, to mourn our dead. A moment of silence for their souls."
Gai's words were emphasised on the two that he thought would make the most impact. They did, and shivers ran up and down spines and tears started to flow for those who had indeed lost someone special in this war so far.
Rasa remained stoic, and even managed to stand somewhat at attention, to give his friends their honor and respect. Then, while still not speaking, he took the wreath he had been given, with many tens of items on there, rings mostly, earings, pendants. In the center was a chared pair of dogtags barely legable, yet the name could still be made out. Angel Natavi Born: -melted- Died: -melted-.
He held his wreath at his side and turned about face and headed towards the shimering blue shield that kept the air inside. He could still see the twin lines of ships, keeping position outside. The ones closes turned their heads and watched. His men saluted him from inside their lit cockpits.
((I couldn't resist.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 5:26 pm
((Oh, how dramatic.))
Vincent stood still as he silently listened to the words of the captured Covenant vessel's Captain. He felt the man's words were chosen well thus far, and felt some some form of relief knowing he wasn't the one who needed to come up with some inspiring or honorable words for his men. He simply wanted to find the rest of these rings and rip them apart as they did with Theta Halo.
With thoughts of Halo's total destruction in mind, he took the UNSC wreath, which, unlike the Pirate counter-part, was decorated only with dozens and dozens of dog tags. Around one-hundred names were scattered around the object, and showed just how bad their encounters on Theta Halo had been.
They'd already recorded every single name and number of those lost on the ring, and they'd be given the proper honoring once this battle group returned home, knowing these names would easily be etched into their own memorial on Earth.
He knew that this was all he could do for his fallen Marines at this point as he walked alongside the Pirate Fleet Captain, now examining the large shield of the docking bay that kept them alive as they carried the memories of their men with them.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 5:46 pm
"And thus we comit our fallen brethren, allies and friends to the deep vacume, saying not good bye, but rather see you later, as we will see them again. All of us. Until this time has come for all those who fight for survival, we must endure the passing of those who come before us, and those who will come after we pass on ourselves."
He paused as Rasa poised his wreath at the shield, letting half of it slide through, and holding the other half in the atmosphere.
"For those whom have fallen in the line of duty, we say fare thee well as we cast your remnants into the endless vacume. May your soals rest in peace."
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