User:Norman-123/Halo: The Siege of Paris IV

Halo: The Siege of Paris IV is a story detailing the siege of the Paris system and the actions of both its defenders and attackers.

Chapter One
'''0454 Hours, June 3rd, 2548 (Military Calendar)/ Paris System, Interplanetary Space ''' Commander Jaques Martin was not enjoying a regular patrol through the edges of the Paris system. A few years ago, he would have considered it an easy job, time for him to catch up on paper work.

Now however, with the front lines of the war moving closer and closer to Paris IV, it was far more harrowing. Every time one of the officers detected a slipspace rupture, his heart would jump, and they would have to investigate.

His ship, the UNSC Brimstone moved around the gas giant Paris VII, and was about to complete the patrol, when his communications officer, Lieutenant Peters shouted. “Sir! Slipspace ruptures in system. Three near the planet, another near Paris VII.” “Who is it?” He asked. A few long seconds passed as the beyond-visual-range sensors activated. When the Peters replied, there was evident terror in his voice. “It’s the Covenant. Four ships. Corvettes.” Martin groaned inwardly, but did not display it. “Get everyone to their stations. Lieutenant Peters, send a message to FLEETCOM, if they don’t know already. We’re engaging that Corvette.” He turned to his weapons officer, Lieutenant Jenkins. “Jenkins, warm up the MAC cannon. Ready archer missile pods.” “Aye aye, sir. MAC cannon is green.” The Corvette was headed straight for Paris VII’s orbit, with the frigate in hot pursuit. “Corvette is in range, Commander. Permission to fire?” “Shoot.” Martin replied. The frigate shook as the MAC Cannon fired, and a depleted uranium projectile shot through space and slammed into the Corvette. The Corvette’s shields flared and died, and it turned towards the Brimstone. “Fire Archer Missiles pods, 1 through 30. 2 missiles each. Target the back of that ship.” He ordered. “Then perform evasive maneuvers.” 60 missiles streaked through space. The Corvette fired on the frigate, it’s pulse lasers flying through space. The frigate dodged them all, having already moved. The Corvette’s point defense weapons fired on the archer missiles, while still accelerating towards the gas giant.

But not all of them. Out of sixty, around five slammed into the back of the ship, damaging the Corvette’s engines. The Corvette continued moving through space, although stopped accelerating. “Jenkins, what’s the power of our MAC cannon?” Martin asked. “28%, Commander.” Jenkins replied. “Divert power from our artificial gravity generators to the MAC Cannon, and 5% of power for our engines to the cannon.” He replied. “Everyone strap in.” “Aye, aye Commander.” Jenkins replied. The Corvette slowly began turning around to face the frigate. “It’s deploying Seraphs!” Peters shouted. “Send out our Longswords.” Martin replied. The Longswords, already combat ready, streaked out of the Pelican. “Boys, engage those Seraphs!” The squadron leader, Lieutenant Commander Gregory’s voice came over the comms. From the cameras, Longswords and Seraphs began dogfighting between the Corvette and Frigate. “What’s the status of our MAC Cannon?” “Forty-one percent.” Jenkins replied. “Hit that Corvette.” He replied. The frigate shook again, then the depleted uranium round flew through space, and slammed into the Corvette. It chewed a hole through the Covenant light capital ship, and a series of internal explosions told him that Jenkins had hit something important. Corpses flew out of the Corvette, and the Corvette, pushed by the MAC round, fell straight into Paris VII.

“Did we…win that one?” Jenkins asked. “No.” Martin said grimly. “This is just the beginning.”