Halo_ First Strike Part 4

"That's highly un-" Cortana froze for a split second. The static around her vanished, and she stared off into s.p.a.ce. "Interesting."

"What?"

Cortana looked distracted, then seemed to snap out of it. "New data. That signal echo's getting stronger." "Meaning?" "Meaning," she replied, "it's not an echo." The scanner panel hummed back to life as Cortana activated the Longsword's long-range detection gear. "Uh-oh," she said, a moment later.

The Chief peered at the scan panel as Cortana identified the contact. The distinctive, bulbous silhouette of a Covenant cruiser edged into view as it moved around the moon's far side.

"Power down," he snapped. "Kill everything except pa.s.sive scanners and minimal power to keep you online." The Longsword darkened; Cortana's hologram flickered and faded as she killed power flow to the holosystem.

The cruiser moved into the debris field, prowling like a hungry shark. Another cruiser appeared, then another, and then three more.

"Status?" he whispered, his hands hovering over the weapons controls. "Have they spotted us?"

"They're using the same scanning frequencies as our system," Cortana said in his helmet speaker. "How strange. No mention of this phenomenon in any of the UNSC or ONI files on the Covenant. Why do you suppose they'd use the same frequencies?"

"Never mind that," the Chief said. "They're here and looking for something. Like I said before, if there are survivors out there, they'd be powered down."

"I can listen to their echoes," Cortana said, her voice flat and oddly procedural. Operating at lower power levels seemed to limit her more colorful behavior. "Process active: a.n.a.lyzing Covenant signals. Piggybacking their scans. Diverting more runtime to the task. I'm building a multiplex filtering algorithm. Customizing the current shape-signature recognition software."

Another s.h.i.+p rounded the horizon of Basis. It was larger than any Covenant s.h.i.+p the Master Chief had seen. It had the sleek three-bulbed shape of one of their destroyers, but it must have been three kilometers long. Seven plasma turrets were mounted on universal joints-enough firepower to gut any s.h.i.+p in the UNSC fleet.

"Picking up encrypted transmissions from new contact," Cortana whispered. "Descrambling... lots of chatter... orders being given to the cruisers. It appears to be directing the Covenant fleet operations in the system."

"A flags.h.i.+p," the Chief murmured. "Interesting."

"Scan still in progress, Chief. Stand by."

John got out of the sysops seat. He had no intention of just "standing by" with seven Covenant wars.h.i.+ps in the system.

He drifted to the aft compartment of the Longsword fighter. He'd a.s.sess what equipment was on board. He might get lucky and find a few of those s.h.i.+va nuclear-tipped missiles.

As he had seen when he first boarded the s.h.i.+p, the cryotube had been removed. He wasn't sure why, but maybe, like everything else on the Pillar of Autumn, Pillar of Autumn, the s.h.i.+p had been stripped down and upgraded for their original high-risk mission. the s.h.i.+p had been stripped down and upgraded for their original high-risk mission.

Where the cryo unit was supposed to be there was a new control panel. The Chief examined it and discovered it was a Moray s.p.a.ce-mine laying system. He didn't power it on. The Moray system could dispense up to three dozen free-floating mines. The mines had tiny chemical-fuel drives that allowed them to keep a fixed position or move to track specific targets. These would come in handy.

He moved to the weapons locker and forced it open-it was empty. The Chief checked his own a.s.sault rifle: fully functional, but only thirteen rounds remained in the magazine.

"Got something," Cortana said.

He returned to the sysops seat. "Show me."

On the smallest viewscreen, a silhouette appeared: a small, bullet-shaped cone with maneuvering thrusters on one end.

"It could be a cryotube," Cortana said. "Thruster and power packs can be affixed on their aft sections for emergencies... if a s.h.i.+p has to be abandoned, for example."

"And most of the crew on the Pillar of Autumn Pillar of Autumn never had a chance to be revived from cryo," the Chief said. "They could have been jettisoned before the s.h.i.+p went down. Move us toward them. Docking thrusters only." never had a chance to be revived from cryo," the Chief said. "They could have been jettisoned before the s.h.i.+p went down. Move us toward them. Docking thrusters only."

"Course plotted," Cortana said. "Thrusters engaged."

There was a slight acceleration.

"ETA twenty minutes, Chief. But given the Covenant cruisers' current search pattern, I estimate they will encounter the pod infive infive minutes." minutes."

"We need to move faster," the Chief told her, "but without firing the engines. The drive emissions will show up like a flare on their sensors."

"Hang on," Cortana said. "I'll get us there." The Chief donned his helmet and locked its atmosphere seals. Status lights pulsed green. "Ready," he said.

The aft hatch of the Longsword breached and slammed open. There was an explosive sound as the atmosphere vented. The Longsword jumped forward; the Chief's head slammed into the back of his helmet.

"Adjusting course," Cortana said calmly. "ETA two minutes."

"How are we going to stop?" he asked.

She sighed. "Do I have to think of everything?" The aft hatch resealed, and John heard the faint hiss as the internal compartments pressurized. One of the sleek Covenant cruisers slowed and turned toward them. "Picking up increased scanning signal activity and strength," Cortana reported.

The Chief's hand hovered over the weapons system console. It would take several seconds for the weapons to power up. The 110mm rotary cannons could fire immediately, but the missiles would have to wait for their target-lock software to initialize. By then the cruiser, which outgunned them a hundred to one, would turn the Longsword into molten slag.

"Attempting to jam their scanners," Cortana said. "That may buy us some time."

The Covenant cruiser turned away, slowed, and turned back to face the comparatively tiny Longsword. It took no further action ... as if it were waiting for them to get closer.

So far so good. The Chief clenched and unclenched his gauntleted hand. The Chief clenched and unclenched his gauntleted hand. We 're not dead yet. We 're not dead yet. He glanced at the scan display. The contact resolved into a clearer image: definitely a UNSC cryopod. It tumbled, and he He glanced at the scan display. The contact resolved into a clearer image: definitely a UNSC cryopod. It tumbled, and he saw that what he thought was a single pod was in fact three of them, affixed side by side.

Three possible survivors out of the Pillar of Autumn's Pillar of Autumn's total complement of hundreds. He wished there were more. He wished Captain Keyes were here. In the Chief's opinion Keyes had been the most brilliant spatial tactician he had ever encountered ... but even the Captain would have thought twice about approaching seven Covenant wars.h.i.+ps in a single Longsword. total complement of hundreds. He wished there were more. He wished Captain Keyes were here. In the Chief's opinion Keyes had been the most brilliant spatial tactician he had ever encountered ... but even the Captain would have thought twice about approaching seven Covenant wars.h.i.+ps in a single Longsword.

He risked feeding more s.h.i.+p's power to Cortana's systems. If they were going to make it through this, he needed her as effective as possible.

"New contact," Cortana said, interrupting his thoughts. "I think it is, anyway. Whatever it is, it's stuck onto a chunk of rock, half a kilometer in diameter. d.a.m.n, it just rotated out of my view."

On the display Cortana replayed a partial silhouette of an oddly angled shape on the surface of the rock. She highlighted its contours, rotated the polygon, and overlaid this onto a schematic of a Pelican drops.h.i.+p.

"Match with a tolerance of fifty-eight percent," she said. "They might have parked there to avoid detection, as you suggested."

The Chief thought he detected a hint of irritation in her voice, as if she resented him for thinking of something she had not.

"Or," Cortana continued, "more likely, the craft merely crashed there."

"I don't think so." He pointed at the display. "The position of that wing indicates it's nose-out-ready for takeoff. If it had crash-landed, it would be faced the other way."

Another Covenant cruiser moved toward this new s.h.i.+p. "Coming about, Chief," Cortana told him. "Brace yourself, and then get ready to retrieve the pods."

The Chief unsnapped his harness and drifted aft. He grabbed a tether and clipped one end to his suit, the other to the bulkhead of the Longsword.

He felt the maneuvering thrusters fire, and the s.h.i.+p rotated 180 degrees.

"Decompression in three seconds," Cortana said.

The Chief opened the empty weapons locker and climbed partially inside. He braced himself.

Cortana dropped the aft hatch, and the inside of the s.h.i.+p exploded out; the Chief slammed into the door of the locker, denting the centimeter-thick t.i.tanium-A.

He climbed out and Cortana overlaid a blue arrow-shaped NAV point on his heads-up display, indicating the location of the drifting cryopods.

The Chief jumped out of the Longsword.

He floated through s.p.a.ce. He was only thirty meters from the pods, but if he'd guessed wrong about his trajectory and missed the target, he wouldn't get a second chance. By the time he reeled himself back to the Longsword and tried again, those Covenant s.h.i.+ps were certain to kill them all.

He stretched his arms and hands toward the cylinders. Twenty meters to go. His approach was off. He s.h.i.+fted his left knee closer to his chest and started a slow tumble.

Ten meters.

His upper body rotated "down" relative to the pods. If he spun just right as he pa.s.sed the cryotubes, it would give him enough extra reach to make contact. He hoped.

He rotated back... almost standing "up" now.

Three meters.

He stretched his arms until the elbow joints creaked and popped; he stretched his hands, willed his fingers to elongate.

His fingertips brushed against the smooth surface of the leading cryopod. It slid off and over and touched the second pod. He flexed and failed to grab hold. He scratched the surface of the third and final pod-his middle finger hooked on the frame.

His body swung inward, curled, and landed on the pod. He quickly looped his tether through the frame, secured himself to it, and pulled their combined ma.s.s back to the Longsword.

"Hurry, Chief," Cortana said over the COM. "We've got trouble."

The Chief saw exactly what the trouble was: The engines of two Covenant cruisers flared electric blue as they accelerated toward the Longsword. The plasma and laser weapons along their hulls warmed from red to orange as they readied to fire.

He pulled as fast as he could, making minor adjustments with the muscles in his braced legs so his motions didn't send them into a tumble in the zero gravity.

The Longsword was a sitting duck for those Covenant cruisers. Cortana couldn't fire the engines until he got on board. Even if he and the pods survived the thruster wash, any evasive maneuver Cortana made would snap him and his cargo like the end of a whip.

The Covenant s.h.i.+ps were within firing range, lined up perfectly to destroy the Longsword.

Three missiles streaked though s.p.a.ce, impacting on the starboard side of the lead Covenant s.h.i.+p. The explosion splashed harmlessly across its s.h.i.+eld, which s.h.i.+mmered silver as it dissipated the energy.

The Chief turned his head and saw the Pelican blast off from the asteroid where it had been hiding. It rocketed on a perpendicular course toward the two Covenant s.h.i.+ps.

The cruisers came about, apparently more interested in hunting live prey than the motionless Longsword.

The Chief gave one final yank on the tether. He and the pods flew through the aft hatch and crashed into the deck of the Longsword.

Cortana immediately sealed the hatch and fired the engines.

The Chief climbed into the system-ops seat just as they accelerated and turned toward the cruisers. He activated the weapons systems.

The two Covenant cruisers powered their engines and pursued the Pelican, but it had entered a dense region of the debris field, dodged a chunk of metal and rock, dived over an iceball, and charged through clouds of shattered alien metal. The Covenant fired: Energy blasts impacted on the debris and missed the Pelican.

"Whoever's piloting that Pelican knows their stuff," Cortana said.

"We owe them a favor." John fired the Longsword's guns, and tiny silver dots punctuated the trailing Covenant cruiser's s.h.i.+elds. "Let's settle that debt."

"You realize," Cortana said, "that we really can't damage those Covenant s.h.i.+ps."

The cruiser slowed and turned toward them.

"We'll see about that. Get me a firing solution for the missiles.

I want them to target their plasma turrets just before they fire. They have to drop a section of their s.h.i.+elds for a fraction of a second."

"Working," Cortana replied. "Without precise data, however, I'll have to base my calculations on several a.s.sumptions." A string of mathematics appeared on the weapons ops panel. "Give me fire control."

John punched the auto override on the firing systems. "It's yours," he said.

The Covenant cruiser's plasma turrets turned to track them as the s.h.i.+p came to bear. They warmed, and Cortana fired all the Longsword's ASGM-10 missiles.

White vapor trails snaked toward the target.

"Let's move!" the Chief said.

The Longsword accelerated into the debris field, following the Pelican's path. The aft camera displayed the missiles racing to their target. Antimissile laser fire stabbed though s.p.a.ce, and three of the missiles exploded into red fireb.a.l.l.s. The Covenant's plasma turret glowed white hot-about to fire-when the last missile impacted. The explosion smeared across the hull.

At first the Chief thought it had hit the s.h.i.+eld, but then he saw that the explosion was inside inside the s.h.i.+mmering envelope of energy. The plasma turrets fired; their energy was immediately absorbed into the cloud of dust and vapor around the s.h.i.+p. Dull red plasma ballooned inside the cruiser's s.h.i.+eld, obscuring its sensors. The s.h.i.+p listed to port, momentarily blind. the s.h.i.+mmering envelope of energy. The plasma turrets fired; their energy was immediately absorbed into the cloud of dust and vapor around the s.h.i.+p. Dull red plasma ballooned inside the cruiser's s.h.i.+eld, obscuring its sensors. The s.h.i.+p listed to port, momentarily blind.

"That should keep them busy for a while," Cortana said.

The Longsword arced under a half-kilometer-wide metal plate-just as a plasma bolt impacted and boiled the surface, sending the plate sputtering and spinning through s.p.a.ce.

"Or not," Cortana muttered. "Better let me drive."

The autopilot engaged, and the controls jerked out of the Chief's hand. The Longsword's afterburners kicked in, and it accelerated toward a field of tumbling rocks. Cortana rolled and pitched, keeping the hull mere meters from the jagged surfaces.

The Chief hung on to the seat with one hand and pulled his harness tight with the other. He moved the scanner display to the center viewscreen and saw the two nearest Covenant cruisers vectored toward his and the Pelican's position. The two UNSC s.h.i.+ps might evade and dodge through the debris field for a few minutes, but soon their fuel would be exhausted, and the Covenant would move in for the kill.

And where could they really run to, anyway? Neither s.h.i.+p had Shaw-Fujikawa Translight Engines, so they were stuck in this system and the Covenant knew it. They could afford to take their time and play with their prey before they pounced.

The Chief performed a sweep scan of the system looking for something-anything to give him a tactical advantage. No, thinking of tactics was going to get him killed. There was no tactical tactical advantage he could gain that would give him a victory in this mismatch. He had to change the rules-change his advantage he could gain that would give him a victory in this mismatch. He had to change the rules-change his strategy. strategy.

He scanned the ma.s.sive Covenant flags.h.i.+p-that was the key. That's how he'd be able to turn the tables on the enemy.

He keyed the COM system and hailed the Pelican. "This is Master Chief SPARTAN-One-One-Seven. Recognition code Tango Alpha Three Four Zero. Copy."

"Copy," a woman's voice answered. "Warrant Officer Polaski here." Other voices argued in the background. "d.a.m.n good to hear you, Chief."

"Polaski, proceed at maximum burn to this position." He dropped a NAV point on the display directly on the Covenant flags.h.i.+p. He included an exit vector indicating a rough course.

There was silence over the COM.

"Copy, Polaski?"