"Captin I'm reading a covenant cruiser coing out of slipspace, in about 90 seconds they'll be over us. Megan said. "Bring the ship back up to combat alert alpha I want everyone at their stations."
"Everyone sir?"
"Everyone."
Alarms were going off all over the ship, Men scrambling on the bridge to ready the ships' Defenses. "Attention all combat personnel we are re-engaging the enemy please report to your action stations. 5th platoon secure airlocks on decks 2-10. 14th platoon randevous with 22nd tactical at starboard bulkheads.Shoot all Covenant on sight. This is not a drill I repeat this is not a drill. Good luck." Megan announced over the intercom. On the floor of the main assembly area for soldiers scorpions, and warthogs. Sergant Jordan was breifing his men on the upcoming battle. "You heard the lady move like you have some purpose." he ordered. They filed into line shoulder to shoulder in two rows the sgt. Walking in the middle. "Men here is where we show those alein SOBs they could not have picked a worse enemy than the human race. So keep your eyes down range fingers on your triggers and we all make it out in one piece. Am I right marines? AM I RIGHT MARINES!?" he shouted. "Sir yes sir!" the marines said in unison marching out to secure the airlocks for boarding parties.
"Captin they're firing plasma rounds iminte." Megan said to you as the ship then shook when the plasma hit the hull.
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