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World Under Siege by Aaron Bell
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World under siege: Part one
Date: 6 June 2004, 8:24 PM
The cold wind blew, It had been 3 months since the convenant had invaded earth. The Covenant found Earth with super powered intelligence, capable to span 50 000 light years. They commenced the attacks of their infantry on the Old side of Earth. Japan, China, and Australia all fell within the first month of bloody combat, no survivors were ever found or heard of. The Covenant were serious about obliterating the human race.
North American, and European troops were sent to help but the Covenant air ships raided and destroyed the slow, heavy transport caravans.
Now the Covenant made a new move that brought terrible dismay to the United Nations Forces. A Flank. With all attention to the East side of the World, little had been done to secure the West side of North America, and the Covenant had taken full advantage of it.
Dropship after dropship landed in Alaska and now Canadian forces desperately battled the task at hand, but were getting pushed farther and farther back into their own country.
The first siege of the West side of the Earth was taking place in Whitehorse, Yukon. American aid was flooding into the city and Canadian forces looked up with new hope.
Covenant tanks moved onto the hills surrounding the city and dropships came constantly dropping more troops. No shots had been fired...yet.
The city was as expansive as it was magnificent. A true fortress city. Defensive structures lined the city as well as walls and blast doors. Underground tunnels with supplies and ammunition wormed underneath the hulking city which means they could survive siege for at least 5 years.
The inspiration of this defensive city was from the Lord of the Rings. The books had always inspired Prime Minister Larry Tower, so he made a law which included all provinces must have at least one fortress city with 7 levels or more for defensive purposes. The city had seven levels, the same as the White City Minas Tirith. Whitehorse even had a citadel on the top level where Mayor Keith Hamilton made important decisions for his people.
This looked like the first real victory for the UNF if they survived this siege.
"Petty officer Kelly!" Bellowed General Clarkson.
"Yes sir, reporting for inspection of arms!"
The lines of seemingly endless Canadian and American troops lined up in the outer courtyard of Whitehorse lined up to be inspected before the siege commenced. All Whitehorse troops were armed with semi-automatic rifles, perfectly suited for the guerilla tactics they used in the cold steppes of their country.
"Men, we've been out powered, out numbered, and out played, but we can make our stand to prove to these scum bags that we have more then a chance to win this war."
"Yes sir, yes!" Roared the thousands of troops all around the city.
"Now boys, we will tell them what we think of their ugly faces and then kill'em! Over and over and over again! DO YOU HEAR ME?!"
"YES SIR, YES!"
"That's what I thought I'd hear. Now battle positions!"
The armies lined the walls, manning turrets and sniper positions. Troops heavily guarded the blast doors and front entrance of the city that connected to the Trans Canada. A large boom erupted from the hills. A blue shimmering volley of Wraiths crested the horizon, but to the delight of the human forces they exploded harmlessly off the reflective metal alloy of the outer wall. Sniper rifle shots sang as the convenant moved in with vehicle support. Turrets rattled with shells clinking down onto the streets below.
Not one Covenant had made it to the walls yet.
They quickly drew back to re-group and make a better plan. Men reloaded, fetching new clips and supplies. The wait seemed endless. The Wraiths drew back out of sight from all men, one hour, two hours went by. All men still holding their positions. The American General gave a worried look to Canadian General Clarkson.
"I don't know what they're up to, but I have a baaad feeling in my gut." Muttered G. Clarkson.
"I know exactly what you mean" Replied General Sutter. "They're too smart to just send their troops carelessly into battle. They must have done it for...A DIVERSION!"
Then suddenly, the sky darkened with Covenant Phantoms. Men gunned at them and the Phantoms crashed outside and inside the city. Men went to the Phantoms that crashed into the city and searched them for suvivors, what they found horrified them.
To be continued...
World under siege: Part two
Date: 30 June 2004, 1:54 AM
Canadian and American marines double timed it as they ran towards the falling Phantoms, to kill survivors, and collect weapons, and engines. They only had a second to spot the flickering blue light the Grunt held in its hand drop to the floor onto thousands of plasma grenades.
Squad 34 stood at the top of the upper gate and looked down at their teammates disintegrate as endless crates of plasma grenades detonated destroying everything for 100 yards within the city. All around the city the same thing happened.
A lone marine stumbled through the debris and dust, the city looked like a vast battle field, littered with metal heaps, and craters.
"General there dead! There all dead!!! Everyone..." The exasperated marine sounded on the brink of insanity, watching fellow humans literally melt and vanish in brilliant luminous explosions would probably do that to you.
"Is it true?" Demanded the American General to a more stable marine.
"Sir, squads 36 through 300 are either KIA or MIA, the only confirmed survivors were the troops atop the walls. We estimate we have roughly 200 men."
"Are you telling me those purple-blooded freaks destroyed nearly all of our men, within our OWN city, in 30 seconds?!?"
"Yes sirrr...mercy God oh mercy!!" The marine said before breaking down into sobbing heap as he looked over the walls and saw the Covenant coming again with Banshees this time and even more ground troops.
"We can't stay in this city, we don't have enough men to defend it, even if all of our men we had left armed the turrets, we would still have well over 300 turrets unmanned. It would be suicide to defend it." Advised the American General stroking his short chin hairs.
"Well then, that's that...we must either move to the mountains or flee to the tunnels and hope we can hold the entrance until someone can bail us out." Responded the Canadian General.
"I think we should take our chances with the city, we still have immense amounts of intelligence here, we must destroy that before we leave, that is a must General!" Shot back G. Sutter.
"Yeah what is left to discover? They've glassed every Planet besides Earth, the have already conquered one and a half continents on this Planet, and as sure as hell we don't want to be in this city defending useless intelligence they probably already have discovered and mastered." Coldly replied G. Clarkson.
General Sutter looked as if he was going to strangle the Canadian General, but then relaxed and sighed.
"Okay then let's move out, signal the alert, by the way...how the heck are we supposed to get out of this city with thousands of Covenant troops pouring down on us from all sides?"
"Hehe..that's were project BESSY comes in handy." Chuckled G. Clarkson.
"These Canadians are crazier then I thought." Muttered G. Sutter under his breath.
The Canadian General ignored him and typed in several numbers on a keypad connected to his belt.
The city started to rumble as the Covenant tried to get through the walls with strange looking plasma beams that were extremely controlled and stable. Banshees flew overhead peppering the troops on top of the once proud walls. The men held their own, demolishing the light air-craft with Jackhammer launchers and concentrated fire.
Then, out of the bowels of the Earth below the city rose, project BESSY. An extremly odd shaped air craft, the figure was that of a Covenant ship but more like a football, and it was blue instead of the favorable color purple the Covenant used. It was sleek and looked like it had no weapons, but there were small bristles, only a centimeter in diameter were dotted along the surface.
"Now, for the best feature." General Clarkson laughed. He pressed a button on his keypad and the entire vehicle disappeared.
"That is impossible, we haven't been able to reproduce active camouflage yet!" Yelled G. Sutter.
"Who said it was camouflage?" Replied G. Clarkson. "This baby is like a humming bird, tiny jets all over it that can burst this mass of metal in any direction and speeds that cannot be tracked, spotted, or even heard. Let's make it quick, hop on board everybody!" He pressed another button and the ship reappeared.
The shaking marines quickly hobbled aboard the strange looking vessel and crawled up ladders to seats.
"What type of thing is this?" A brash American marine asked in a voice of disgust.
"This "thing" is the savior of your sorry ass son." Replied an engineer pressing buttons rapidly on multiple keyboards.
"Alright, I think were ready for take off. Lets go engineers!" They all felt a jolt of acceleration, and then the rear door opened revealing the cold arctic wind and white snow covered the ground.
"Congratulations , you survived traveling 1 000 miles in 2 seconds without entering slipspace. Thank you for being our guinea pigs, now let's move out and get ready for some good old ambush talaban style."
"What the heck is a talaban?" Muttered a Canadian soldier to the person next to him.
"Who knows? Must be some sort of famous technique that the people used back then."
The be continued...
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