*As Tal is beamed aboard his vessel, Preston views a shuttle dodging the enemy fire...*

Preston: *Sending a mental feel so James could feel...*

Oh James... I am about to do something extremely wicked... If you are near by feel my presence...


*Shutting off his mind.. and blocking other newtypes..*

*Bringing up tactical*

What is the enemy strength at now?

Tactical: They have lost twelve percent of their forces since the battle began... The orbital weapons and cannons are certainly helping our ships and bringing down their escorts and fighters... Also softening up their ships for ours to bring them down...

Preston: How will they fare when the Dominion arrive?

Tactical Chief: We will be hard pressed then.. but even then we should be able to hold. The Dolos will hold the line.

Preston: We will see.

As tal beams to his ship.

Tal: have the death seaker battle group meet us at the following coordinates we will cur off the dominion there.

Officer: aye sir.

Harvest bridge
Sparks fly as the ship keeps getting hit.

Devon: report

Officer: sir shields are down to 45% we have hull breach on deck 18 section c. We have lost 4 torpedoe bays. Phaser bank charge is at 35%. We have also lost 2/3 of our fighters sir.

Devon: damn continue firing on the closest ships. Put the warp engines power to weapons and shields.

Officer: sir that will disable warp drive completely.

Devon: unless we survive warp drive will be the least of our worries.

Jacob flies through mass of enemy fighters and ships.

*OOC: Gonna be gone a very big chunk of the day... Relatives I need to visit..*

Blake: What the--?

*Blake can't control the armour as it heads straight for the allied formation.*

COMPUTER! LOCKDOWN! MATTHEWS 1-0-0-OMEGA-OBSIDIAN-DELTA, LOCK!

*The armour locks down and all the power shuts off. PACES is taken offline and the back-up computer takes over.*

Okay...

Wipe system memory and reboot PACES from last activation.

Computer: Stand-by.

*A progress bar appears on his HUD (the only thing on his HUD), filling after about 30 seconds.*

Reboot complete.

Blake: Reactivate armour, Matthews 1-0-0-Omega-Obsidian-Delta, enable.

*The armour reboots.*

PACES: My apologies, sir.

Blake: Don't beat yourself up over it.

PACES: Sir, the Weapons Platforms are still doing extreme damage to the fleet.

Blake: Lock in a course for the closest one.

*Armada flies to the next Platform, stabbing into it with the nano-pulses and ripping the hull open a little.*

Okay, release one of the micro-torps. Set it for remote detonation.

*The suit releases a micro-torp, which Armada slips inside the platform. He does the same for 20 more before flying clear of the last one.*

Open a channel to Preston.

PACES: Open.

Blake: Hey, Preston, guess what? I don't like people hijacking my armour... OR my AI!

Here's a little gift from me to you!

Do it, PACES!

*Each of the 20 Weapons platforms explode from the inside out, forming a hole in the net.

R.S.S. Republic, Bridge.*

Sam: That's our way in!

All escorts, flood that gap and rip the enemy fleet to pieces! Ground transports, that's your hole!

Go now!

*The troop transports head for the Halo, with the escorts covering them. When an enemy fighter goes after the Vanguard Shuttle, Armada smashes into it before knocking out another two with his micro-torps.*

Hawk *Over comm*: Thanks!

Armada *Over comm*: Any time.

*OOC: For future reference, if it says 'Blake' then it's Blake's normal voice or Blake's voice from the perspective of inside the suit. If it says 'Armada', it's Blake's modulated voice from outside the suit or over the comm.*

Ooc: I will be gone most the day as well. So this may be my only post today.

Tal as he nears the dominion fleet watchs the attack. And can't help but laugh at the futile attempt they are making. They have no idea what awaits them on the actual station. He is somewhat sad he won't be able to deal with there landing parties. Oh well he thinks killing a few dominion will help.

*Armada and the Transports arrive at the Halo's hull. As the transports attempt to use their ZPBs or Omega Disruptors to burn through, they find they're not doing anything.*

Transport Delta-Romeo 1-1 *Over comm*: Delta-Romeo 1-1 to Command, we can't burn into the station - the armour is too strong. Please advise.

Armada *Over comm*: Hold on, D-R 1-1. Let me try something.

*Armada flies up to the hull, giving PACES time to scan it. Inside the armour.*

Blake: Will the lance get through?

PACES: We will run out of power before we penetrate, sir.

Blake: What about the trike?

PACES: The blast will be extensive, however, penetration is possible.

*Outside the armour.*

Armada *Over comm*: Alright everyone, get back!

*Armada flies away by about 20 meters, and everyone else flies 30. Armada switches for the Lance and Tricobalt Micro-torp. He locks onto a small gap between the armour plates before firing. The explosion impacts his shield and blasts him back slightly, but successfully breaches the armour... but it doesn't get through the hull.*

Oh, for crying out--!

*He switches for the transphasic micro-torps, firing one each at 4 points of the bare hull. The explosion gets through, and the transports move in.*

Transport Delta-Romeo 1-1 *Over comm*: This is Delta-Romeo 1-1! We are beginning insertion! Alpha and Armada, requesting cover.

Alpha 1 *Over comm*: This is Alpha Wing, copy that!

Armada *Over comm*: This is Armada, copy.

*Armada flies to a point where he can see most of the battle, so he can cover the transports. Alpha Wing comes in, disengaging their engines and coming to a stop in defensive positions around the transports.

After a few minutes, an atmospheric containment field is established around the hull breach and the section of the Station corridor pressurised. The troops (MACO, Honour Guard, Iconian Marines and Republic Assault Operations) quickly enter the station from the bottom of the transport's troop bay (which had it's artificial gravity offline to make the transfer easier) before the transport detaches to make way for the next one.

A half hour later, the last Transport (the Vanguard Shuttle) deploys it's cargo and maintains lock on the hull (why? Well, it protects the containment field). Armada flies through the shuttles aft hatch, which Hawk opened, before the hatch seals and the troop bay pressurises. Hawk walks into the bay from the cockpit, wearing his Vanguard Armour (Assault Ops, with red highlights and minus the helmet). He nods to Armada before gesturing to the lower hatch leading into the station.*

Hawk: After you.

*Armada flies slowly to the hatch, grabbing onto the rim while letting his momentum carry him into the station and adjust him to it's gravity plating. He then enters the station fully.

Hawk kicks off the deck, floating up to the ceiling before pushing himself down to the hatch, doing the same thing Armada did - holding onto the rim of the hatch, letting his momentum carry him into the Station while his orientation adjusts to the Station's grav-plating. He then enters the station fully, taking his bow off his back and deploying it.

Sanders looks at Armada.*

Sanders: Who are you?

Armada: Armada. I'm a friend of Halsey's.

Sanders: Well then, welcome aboard.

*He turns to the troops, with Forest and Hawk standing either side of him.*

Listen up! Our primary objective is the destruction of this facility! Team 1, you're with me and the rest of Vanguard! We'll head to the Primary Reactor and plant charges there!

Team 2, you're with Armada! You'll head towards the Tactical Nerve Centre and Communications Array! We need to take those Defence Platforms offline completely, before the Dominion arrives!

Teams 3 and 4, you'll hold this position at all costs! Team 4, be advised, you and Team 5 may be called to act as reserves for Teams 1 and/or 2!

Alright! Let's get to it!

*The teams head out, with Armada nodding to the Colonel in charge of Team 2, consisting of Assault Ops and MACOs, before leading them along their route.*

Colonel Smith: Figures we get the hard job.

Armada: I wouldn't say that. Vanguard and Team 1 are going for the Reactor, which is bound to be heavily defended.

*Hawk looks to Sanders*

Hawk: Cap, we are going to need a little extra power. *Nods to Forest.*

Sanders: Doctor?

Forest: Right.

*Forest taps a device on his wrist, which flashes red before transforming Forest into the Destroyer. The Destroyer lets out a roar.*

Destroyer: Let's smash something!

*Hawk, Sanders and the Destroyer lead Team 1 towards the Reactor, while the last 3 teams stay near the Insertion Point, Teams 3 and 4 taking up defensive positions.*

Tal and his forces have engaged the dominion. When tal recieves word the station has been bordered.

Tal :maintane attack vector I will return shortly.

Tal soon beams back to the station ready to engage any landing parties.

Tal feels no mercy for those aboard this station. They will all die. The ones headed forbthe command center he almost feels pitty for them. He stands in the shadows waiting to make his move on the men near him.

OOC: Technically, Armada is headed for Tactical Control, where the Weapons Platforms are being operated from, not the Command Centre.

OOC: Now going to bed. Be back at 13:00 UTC (13 hours).