Halo_ First Strike Part 7

Polaski emptied her clip into the alien's face. A pair of rounds rocked the alien back. Its s.h.i.+elds faded, and the remaining rounds tore through armor and bone.

It fell on its back, twitched twice, and died.

Johnson and Locklear unleashed a h.e.l.lish crossfire into the corridor and made short work of the remaining Elites as Polaski hugged the deckplates.

"Now that's that's what I'm talkin' about," Johnson crowed. "An honest-to-G.o.d turkey shoot." Ten meters down the pa.s.sage a dozen more Elites rounded a corner. what I'm talkin' about," Johnson crowed. "An honest-to-G.o.d turkey shoot." Ten meters down the pa.s.sage a dozen more Elites rounded a corner.

"Uh-oh," Locklear muttered.

"Sergeant," the Chief barked. "Door control!" John moved to Polaski's position in two quick strides, grabbed her by her collar, and dragged her out of the line of fire. Plasma bolts singed the air where she'd been.

He dropped her, primed a grenade, and tossed it toward the rus.h.i.+ng Elites. The Sergeant fired his a.s.sault rife at the door controls; they exploded in a shower of sparks, and the doors slammed shut.

A dull thump thump echoed behind the thick metal, then an eerie silence descended on the bay. Polaski struggled to her feet and fed a fresh clip into her pistol. Her hands shook. echoed behind the thick metal, then an eerie silence descended on the bay. Polaski struggled to her feet and fed a fresh clip into her pistol. Her hands shook.

"Cortana," the Chief said. "We need an alternate route to the bridge."

A blue arrow flashed on his heads-up display. The Chief turned and spotted a hatch to his right. He pointed to the hatch and signaled his team to move, then ran to the hatch and touched the control panel.

The small door slid open to reveal a narrow corridor beyond, snaking into the darkness.

He didn't like it. The corridor was too dark and too narrow-a perfect place for an ambush. He briefly considered heading back to the primary bay door, but abandoned that idea. Smoke and sparks poured from the door seams as the Covenant forces on the other side tried to burn their way through.

The Chief clicked on his low-light vision filters, and the darkness washed away into a grainy flood of fluorescent green. No contacts.

He paused to let his s.h.i.+elds recharge, then dropped into a low crouch. He brought his rifle to bear and crept into die corridor. The interior of the pa.s.sage narrowed, and its smooth purple surface darkened. The Chief had to turn sideways to pa.s.s through.

"This looks like a service corridor for their Engineers," Cortana said. "Their Elite warriors will have a tough time following us."

ERIC NYLUND.

The Chief grunted an acknowledgment as he eased his way through. There was a sc.r.a.ping sound and a flash of sparks as his energy s.h.i.+eld brushed the wall. It was too tight a fit. He powered down the s.h.i.+elds, which left him just enough room to squeeze through.

Locklear followed behind him, then Polaski, the Sergeant, and finally Haverson.

The Chief pointed at Haverson, then at the door. The Lieutenant frowned, then nodded. Haverson closed the hatch and ripped out the circuitry for the control mechanism.

There had been dozens of Engineers in the launch bay- and there were enough on the s.h.i.+p to merit their own access tunnel. The Chief hadn't seen anything like this on the Truth and Reconciliation. Truth and Reconciliation.

In fact, he hadn't seen a single Engineer on that s.h.i.+p. What made this s.h.i.+p different? It was armed like a s.h.i.+p of war... yet had the support staff of a refit vessel.

"Stop here," Cortana said. The Chief halted and killed his external speakers so he could speak freely. "Problem?" "No. A lucky break, maybe. Look to your left and down twenty centimeters."

The Chief squinted and noticed that a portion of the wall extruded into a circular opening no larger than the tip of his thumb. "That's a data port. . . or what pa.s.ses for one with the Covenant Engineers. I'm picking up handshake signals in shortwave and infrared from it. Remove me and slot me in."

"Are you sure?"

"I can't do much good in there with you. Once I'm directly in contact with the s.h.i.+p's battlenet, however, I can infiltrate and take over their systems. You'll still need to get to the bridge and manually give me access to their engineering systems. In the meantime, I may be able to control secondary systems and buy you some time."

"If you're sure."

"When have I not been sure?" she snapped.

The Chief could sense her impatience through the neural interface. He removed Cortana's data chip from the socket in his helmet.

The Chief felt her leave his mind, felt the heat rush back into his head, pulsing with the rhythm of his heart... and once again, he was alone in the armor.

He slotted Cortana's chip into the Covenant data port. Locklear's face rippled with disgust, and he whispered, "You couldn't pay me to stick any part of myself in that thing." The Chief made a slas.h.i.+ng gesture across his throat, and the Marine fell silent.

"I'm in," Cortana said.

"How is it?" the Chief said.

There was a half-second pause. "It's ... different," Cortana replied. "Proceed thirty meters down this pa.s.sage and turn left."

The Chief motioned the team forward.

"It's very very different," Cortana murmured. different," Cortana murmured.

Cortana was built for software intrusion. She had been programmed with every dirty trick and code-breaking algorithm the Office of Naval Intelligence, Section Three had ever created, and a few more tricks she'd developed on her own. She was the ultimate thief and electronic spy. She slipped into the Covenant system.

It was easy the first time she had entered their network as the Longsword had approached the flags.h.i.+p. She had set their weapons systems into a diagnostic mode. The Covenant had determined the problem and quickly reset the system, but it had given Polaski the precious seconds her sluggish human reflexes had needed to get inside the launch bay.

"How is it?" the Chief asked.

Now the element of surprise was gone, and the system's counterintrusion systems were running on high alert. Something else prowled the systems now. Delicate pings bounced off the edges of Cortana's presence; they probed, and withdrew.

It felt as if there were someone else running through their system. A Covenant AI? There had never been any reports of alien AIs. The possibility intrigued her.

"It's.. . different," she finally answered.

She scanned the s.h.i.+p's schematics, deck by deck, then flashed through the vessel's three thousand surveillance systems. She picked out the quickest route to the bridge from their current position and stored it in a stolen tertiary system buffer. She mult.i.tasked a portion of herself and continued to a.n.a.lyze the s.h.i.+p's structure and subsystems.

"Proceed thirty meters down this pa.s.sage and turn left."

Cortana hijacked the external s.h.i.+p cameras and detected the six Covenant cruisers. They had stalled their pursuit of the Longsword and now hovered a hundred kilometers off the flags.h.i.+p's starboard side. The strange U-shaped Covenant drops.h.i.+ps launched from the cruisers and swarmed toward the flags.h.i.+p. That was trouble.

Within the flags.h.i.+p she spotted a dozen hunt-and-kill Elite teams sweeping the corridors. She scrambled the s.h.i.+p's tracking systems, generated electronic ghosts of the Chief and his team along a path directed toward the nose of the s.h.i.+p, where UNSC command-and-control centers were typically located. Maybe she could fool the Elites into a wild goose chase.

She uploaded the coordinates of those enemies into the Chief's HUD.

A tickle of feedback teased through the data stream.

Cortana locked onto the source of that feedback, listened, discerned a nonrandom pattern to the signal, then cut off contact. She had no time to play hide and seek with whatever else was in this system.

Cortana had to finally admit to herself that she didn't have the power to contend with a possible enemy artificial construct. She had absorbed a tremendous volume of data from Halo's systems: eons' worth of records on Halo's engineering and maintenance, the xen.o.biology of the Flood, and every sc.r.a.p of information on the mysterious "Forerunners" the Covenant revered so much. The information would take her a week of nonstop processing to examine, collate, codify. . . let alone understand.

Even compressed, all the data filled her and cut into optical subsystems that she usually reserved for her processing. She had a nagging suspicion that the file compression had been too hasty-and that the Halo data might be corrupted.

In effect, the vast amount of information she had copied bloated her, made her slower and less effective.

She hadn't mentioned this to the Chief. She could barely admit it to herself. Cortana was extremely proud of her intellect.

But to operate as if nothing were different would be even more foolish. She sent a blocking countersignal along the connection where this "other" was trying to contact her.

The portion of her consciousness examining the s.h.i.+p's structure discovered that the bridge had another access point. Stupid. She should have seen it immediately, but this other entrance had been filed under the schematics as an emergency system. It was a tiny corridor that connected to a set of escape pods. That route shared a vent with an engineering pa.s.sage.

"Chief, there's another way to the bridge." "Affirmative. Wait one." There was a burst of gunfire on the COM, then silence. "Go ahead, Cortana."

"Uploading the route now," she said. "I do not believe you can fit through this new pa.s.sage in your armor. I suggest you split your team and proceed along both routes to maximize your chances of egress onto the bridge."

"Understood," the Chief said. "Polaski and Haverson with me. Johnson and Locklear, you take the escape pod route."

She continued to track both teams and the relative positions of the Covenant parties. She replicated additional ghost signals to confuse the enemy.

Cortana picked up increasing communications bandwidth between the flags.h.i.+p and the cruisers. Reports of the invaders-a call for help-a warning to be relayed to the home world. There were references to the "holy one," and those messages had what she considered amusing attempts at encryption to keep them secret. Curious, she had to investigate what the Covenant thought important enough to hide.

As she decrypted those messages and others cross-referenced and filed in their COM archives, she detected an energy spike on the flags.h.i.+p's lateral sensors. One cruiser off to starboard moved farther away; it turned, its engines glowed, the black around it rippled electric blue. The Covenant s.h.i.+p sped forward, tore the night, and vanished into Slips.p.a.ce.

Cortana noted their departure vector for future reference. . . a possible clue at the location of their home world. It was puzzling that the Covenant would call for help. Their warriors were intensely proud; they almost never ran from a fight. They didn't ask for help... not for themselves. Then again, this s.h.i.+p, although armed for war, didn't appear to be staffed for combat. It carried only a few hundred Elites and an army of Engineers.

As Cortana pondered this, she continued to generate a counter-signal to match to the probe sent by the other presence in the system. She hoped to cloak her activity as long as possible. The other's signal morphed into a series of Bessel functions, and she compensated to match.

She automated this process, commandeering a portion of the Covenant's own NAV computer to do so, and then she herded the electronic ghosts of the Chief and the others to confuse the pursuing Elite forces.

At the same time, she continued her study of the Covenant s.h.i.+p and its systems-it was a unique opportunity. The information on their advanced Slips.p.a.ce drive, their weapons-it could leapfrog human technology decades forward.

"Cortana?" The Chief's voice broke her concentration. There were sounds of plasma bolts and automatic weapons fire. "We've got Elites in active camouflage in the pa.s.sage. We need a way around this intersection."

She had not considered the Elites' light-bending technology. She was doing too much, spreading herself too thin. She halted her ongoing study of the Covenant technology and found the Chief a way around the intersection.

She rebooted her human communications and protocol routines and said, "Access panel to your right, Chief. Down three meters, straight ahead five meters, turn to your left and then up again."

She heard an explosion. "Got it," the Chief said.

Cortana had to focus on protecting the Chief. She halted her other searches and scrutinized the s.h.i.+p's schematics. There had to be something she could use. A weapon. A way to stop thenenemies-there: the backup terminus for their atmospheric preprocessors. Unlike the other systems, this one was cla.s.sified as low priority and had minimal security layers.

She generated several hundred thousand Covenant codes in a microsecond and cracked the system. She diverted the air vents along the corridors the Chief and his team occupied to the primary air systems. She then tasked the processor pumps to service the rest of the s.h.i.+p and activated them-in reverse.

Warnings flashed throughout the Covenant system as the pressure suddenly dropped in 87 percent of the s.h.i.+p's pa.s.sages. She squelched them.

The other presence in the system tried to shut the pumps off. She blocked that signal and a.s.signed a new code to the security systems: "WE REGRET TO INFORM YOU."

She heard the other AI scream, an echo of an echo that reverberated through her processors. She knew trie sound-familiar like a human voice, but terribly distorted.

She scanned through the s.h.i.+p's cameras and saw Grunts squeal and fall over, methane leaking from their breathers as the pressure dropped. Engineers turned blue, slowed, and died, floating in place with tentacles twitching, still searching for something to fix. The Elite hunt-and-destroy parties halted in the corridors and clutched their throats, mandibles snapping at air that was no longer there; they toppled and suffocated.

An impulse flickered through her ethics subroutine and generated an interrupt command, designed to make her stop and rethink her decisions. But Cortana knew it was either kill or be killed. She rerouted all signals from her ethics routine and shut it down. She couldn't afford to be slowed down by such secondary considerations.

"Chief," she whispered over the COM. "Be advised that the pa.s.sages I'm uploading into your NAV system no longer contain atmosphere. Proceeding into those regions will be lethal to the rest of your team."

There was a three-second pause, and then the Chief replied, "Understood."

Cortana's decryption of the Covenant communiques referencing the "holy one" finally cycled to a halt. The language in them was unusually ornate-even more so than the florid prose of the higher-ranking Elites. It was impossible to develop a literal translation, but she gleaned that some dignitary was due at the Halo construct. Soon.

This visitor was so important that these wars.h.i.+ps were only the advance scouting party. More s.h.i.+ps were on their way. Hundreds of them.

"Chief," Cortana said. "We may have a prob-"

"Hold transmission, Cortana," the Chief interrupted. "We're outside the command center. Can you tell how many are inside?" "Negative. They have disabled the bridge sensors," she replied. "You heard Cortana," the Chief said, addressing his com panions. "Expect anything. Sergeant, you and Locklear: Get in position." "Roger that," Sergeant Johnson whispered. "In position and ready to kick Covenant a.s.s."

"We're about to blow the door on this end, Cortana. Stand by."

Cortana picked up energy surges on the flags.h.i.+p's lateral sensors. The Covenant cruisers turned; their plasma weapons warmed and readied to fire.

"Chief," Cortana said. "Hurry!"

"Plasma grenades on my mark," the Chief said on the COM. "Mark! Toss them and take cover."

The Chief tossed two plasma grenades. They burned magnesium-brilliant and adhered to the heavy alloy of the bulkhead doors that encased the bridge-one of the alien weapons' more useful properties. He moved around the corner of the pa.s.sage and s.h.i.+elded Haverson and Polaski.

Five seconds elapsed, and a flash filled the hallway. The Chief moved back to the doors. They shone mirror-bright where the grenade had detonated but were otherwise unharmed.

A hundred grenades wouldn't have blasted through these doors-but when Covenant plasma grenades detonated, they disrupted electronics and s.h.i.+elding. The Chief dug his gauntleted fingers into the door crack-hoping that the disruption had knocked out the motors and s.h.i.+elding keeping these doors closed.

He braced himself and tried to pull the doors apart at the seams. They slid a few centimeters, then ground to a halt. The Chief adjusted his footing and strained at them again, but the doors remained frozen in place.

The Chief's motion sensors pulsed a warning-there was movement directly on the other side of the door.

He shoved the muzzle of his a.s.sault rifle into the narrow opening and squeezed the trigger. Spent sh.e.l.l casings clattered to the floor.

A howl echoed from the other side, and a curl of gray smoke drifted through the crack. The Chief slung his rifle, grabbed the doors, flexed, pulled- and this time the heavy metal moved.

A flash of plasma fire washed over his s.h.i.+elds, blinding him. He ignored it, closed his eyes, and continued to force his way through the door. Another plasma shot struck him in the chest.

The doors were half a meter apart-good enough. He rolled to the side and gave his s.h.i.+elds a moment to regenerate.

Nothing. The suit's alarms pulsed insistently. He squinted through the glowing spots that swam in his vision and scanned the damage report-the MJOLNIR's internal temperature was over sixty degrees Celsius, and the Chief heard the whine of microcompressors in his armor, trying to compensate.

"Marines!" he yelled. "Suppressing fire!"

"h.e.l.l yes, Master Chief," Locklear replied. Locklear dropped to one knee and fired through the opening; Johnson stood and fired over the younger Marine's head.

The Chief rebooted his s.h.i.+elding control software.

Nothing. His s.h.i.+eld system was dead.

The shooting stopped. "I'm out," Locklear said.