The Nebula Flying (IC)

[hollowsaber]

MIL-AI-0665 Bifrons
Within Bracknell's Command Center; ONI Sector.

Bifrons stayed silent, connecting himself with the Ares as to take control of the COM. He looked about for a second to the workings of the ship’s systems. Pretty massive, and quite cozy aside from the other AI that he felt somewhere else in the system. An awkward feeling fell down the spine of his hologram, but as long as he wasn’t bothered, he would be fine.

Immediately after getting himself situation, the channel on the tablet was shut and all data about it was wiped. Bifrons now settled into the Ares itself, connecting the ONI Base with the ship, locking the connection down with the highest-level security Humanity had to offer. Even he had never broken into those types of systems, so this other AI wouldn’t be able to either. Once that was done, Bifrons pulled up the COM 009 had with another ship and began encrypting that, pulling up his monitoring program in front of him as he did so. The light blinked green and the connection was solidified.

He moved a few feet forward and closed his eyes, allowing himself to materialize with both his hands and face hidden within his robe. Instead of a bright blue, ONI had programmed his systems to appear a darker, almost black, color to show where he was from. He didn’t mind it, how he was presented didn’t mean much. It was what he did with his abilities that he cared about.

“Channel is secure, as well as my uplink with the Ares. I do hope you don’t mind Captain.” Bifrons looked up towards the Captain for a moment then towards his person-of-interest; the SPARTAN, listening to the conversation as he calculated the risk and probability of the mission.

[SuperCommando]

CPO SPARTAN-009 (Silas)

111 Tauri System, The Nebula Flying

Bridge of the Ares

“Understood, ma’am,” Silas replied over the COM to Captain Morgan. “All I need is time. Draw the fight out as long as possible, I’ll do my part as fast as I can.”

If the UNSC ships try to hold position at the fort, the Covenant would surely close in and overwhelm them. As far as Silas could tell, their survival depended upon staying mobile. If they could play cat and mouse long enough for him to accomplish his mission, the tide will turn. But that meant they had to abandon the fort at some point. He hoped the evacuation process didn’t take too long.

“The enemy will arrive any minute,” The determined SPARTAN said to Captain Jonathan. “If you’ll excuse me sir, I need to pack a few things for the trip.”

Silas offered the Captain a quick salute, then turned on his heel and marched off the bridge. He hurried back to Gold Team’s base, skidded into the armory, and began to swiftly assemble a pile of equipment and gear. At the same time he was pulling weapons off the racks, he was also speaking to his tacpad.

“Bifrons, can you get me a link to Task Force Command back on Albert? I need to contact my team.”

((OOC: Let's do the transmission in the M3 thread))

[kartoffelfogel]

TRANSMISSION TO ALL UNSC STATIONS/VESSELS/DRONES/RELAYS/COLONIES

SENSORY DRONE CHARLIE-CHARLIE-OMAR

1600 HOURS, CURRENT EARTHTIME

7TH REPORT SINCE RECONFIGURATION FOR COVENANT HOSTILES, WINTER CONTINGENCY

IMAGES GATHERED
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OOC: Two Battlecruisers, six Frigates. Feel free to engage, more posts forthcoming ASAP.

BTW, that image (307) is the reason it took me so long to post.

[kuran]

Captain Daniel Yakamura
Bridge of the UNSCS Foxhound

Daniel examined the image, which confirmed what the tactical display was showing. Six Frigates, two Battlecruisers... they would be lucky to destroy half of the Covenant force before being wiped out.

"Captain, the pelicans have docked with the station."

The cool, composed voice of Dawn broke his thoughts. "Hmm? Oh, yes, thank you Dawn. Lieutenant Shizuka," he stated, addressing the comms officer,"Put me through to the station's command room." After a moment tapping her keyboard, she nodded at him. After taking a quick look at his computer console, confirming that the man in charge was Rear Admiral Menach, he spoke.

"Admiral Menach, my pelicans have docked in your bay, I strongly suggest that you evacuate yourself and your crew to the Foxhound."

Muting the connection for a moment, her looked towards his weapons officer. "Ensign Cressley, give me a MAC firing solution for one of the Covenant Frigates that just exited slipspace. Dawn will assist you."

Several moments later, they both nodded. "Estimated Time on Target, seven seconds Captain."

He nodded. "Unlock Archer pods A through D, Charge the MEAC guns, activate all point defence systems, Dawn, those are your charges. Fire the MAC at your leisure Ensign."

A moment later, with a large, deck shaking *thunk*, the MAC discharged, sending a nearly 600-ton slug streaking towards one of the nearest, still-powering up, Frigates.

[kartoffelfogel]

OOC: This is the result of Kuran's MAC shot.

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[Wax™]

Captain Jonathon 'Ricket' Michaels
111 Tauri System, The Nebula Flying
Bridge of the UNSCS Ares

Once SPARTAN-009 Left the command deck or bridge Jonathon was just waddling around the place waiting for the Covenant to appear, he then heard a series of beeps, each beep signifying a target located out in space, this was it the Covenant were here, each of the Covenant craft showed up on the Holo-table which caused Jonathon to rush over and inspect the ships, though he was interrupted on his thoughts by Joshua Kelly the ships Operations Officer.

"Sir! The UNSCS Foxhound just fired their MAC..." There was a slight paused as the MAC impacted with a Covenant vessel. "...Successful hit Sir!" The Officer cheered though was by Athena.

"Sir if my calculations are correct that other Covenant vessel beside the one that was just destroyed still ahs it's shields down"

"Alright!" Jonathon Said in a hurry. "...Wilson charge our MAC's, Hendricks line us up with that other ship"

"Already done Sir" Announced Wilson, and as Hendricks tapped away on his controles there was a small pause as the ship banked to the left to get in view of it's target.

"In line Sir!" Hendricks sounded off.

"Fire!"

As Jonathon said or yelled that rather there were two large shuddered that rocked through the ship as each MAC gun fired, Jonathon stumbled for a moment as he rushed back towards the Command Chair to be able to see out of the series of thick glass windows, watching and waiting to see what will happen.