Halo_ First Strike Part 8
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"And I'm in," the Chief said.
* He rushed into the room and stepped over the dead Elite on the floor before him. Its torso had been ripped open-shot as it tried to hold the doors closed.
The Chief scanned the room. It was circular, twenty meters across, with a raised platform in the center that was ten meters across and ringed with holographic control surfaces. The central platform floated over a pit in the floor. Within the pit were exploded optical conduits and a trio of Covenant Engineers, cowering in fear.
"Don't shoot the Engineers," Cortana warned. "We need them." "Understood," the Chief replied. "Acknowledge that order, Locklear." There was a pause over COM and then Locklear said, "Roger." Along the circular walls, floor-to-ceiling displays showed the flags.h.i.+p's status as a variety of charts and graphs, peppered with the odd calligraphy of the Covenant. They also showed the s.p.a.ce surrounding them, and the five remaining Covenant cruisers closing in.
The Chief caught a motion in his peripheral vision: An Elite in jet-black armor materialized from the wall display, its light-bending camouflage dissolving. It strode toward the Chief, roaring a challenge.
The Chief's rifle snapped up, and he squeezed the trigger. Three rounds spat from the muzzle, then the bolt locked open. The ammo counter read oo-empty.
The shots flared on the Elite's s.h.i.+elding; a lucky round penetrated and deformed its shoulder. Purple-black blood spattered on the deck, but it shrugged off the wound and kept coming.
Haverson charged into the room and leveled his pistol. "Hold it!" he yelled, and thumbed off the weapon's safety. The Elite drew a plasma pistol and fired at the Lieutenant- but never took its eyes off the Chief. Haverson cursed and scrambled out of the room as the plasma charge slashed at him.
The Chief altered his grip on the rifle and crouched in a low fighting stance. Even with the s.h.i.+eld malfunction, he was confident he could take a single Elite.
The Elite removed its helmet and dropped it. The plasma pistol clattered to the deck a moment later. It leaned forward, and its mandibles parted in what the Chief guessed had to be a smile. It moved closer, and a blue-white blade of energy flashed to life in its hands.
The Elite raised the energy blade and charged.
CHAPTER EIGHT.
1802 hours, September 22,2552 (Military Calendar) Aboard unidentified Covenant flags.h.i.+p, uncharted system, Halo debris field.
The Master Chief ducked as the hissing energy blade slashed at him. He dived toward the Elite and slammed the b.u.t.t of his rifle into the alien's midsection.
The Elite doubled over, and the Chief brought the rifle b.u.t.t down to smash the alien's skull- But the Elite rolled back. There was a blur of motion as the energy blade lashed out and neatly bisected the a.s.sault rifle. The two halves of the wrecked MA5B clattered to the deck.
The blade of crackling white-hot energy narrowly missed the Chief. The MJOLNIR's internal temperature skyrocketed.
He couldn't risk dancing at this range, so the Master Chief did the last thing the creature expected: He stepped closer and grabbed its wrists.
The bands of muscle on the Elite's arms were iron hard, and it struggled to free itself from the Chief's grasp. The Chief wrenched the alien's sword arm and forced the blade away-but this took most of his strength, and he had to weaken his grasp on the Elite's other hand.
The energy blade blurred perilously close to the Chief's head. It missed by a fraction of a centimeter and sent a wash of static across his heads-up display.
The blade was a flattened triangle of white-hot plasma, contained in an electromagnetic envelope that emanated from its hilt. The Chief had seen such weapons slice battle-armored ODSTs in half and gouge gaping wounds in t.i.tanium-A armor plating.
Worse, this Elite was tough, cunning, well trained-and it hadn't spent days fighting nonstop on Halo. The Chief felt every wound, pulled muscle, and strained tendon in his body.
Haverson and Polaski moved onto the bridge, their pistols drawn, but neither of them had a clear line of fire.
"Move, Chief!" Haverson shouted. "d.a.m.n it, we've got no shot!"
Easier said than done. If he let go, the Elite would cut him in two. The Master Chief grunted, struggling to turn the Elite. The alien fought back for a moment, then-instead of resisting-lurched back, right into the path of the Chief's advancing teammates. The Elite flicked the angle of its blade flat so the arc of energy whipped toward Haverson and Polaski.
Haverson screamed and fell to the ground as the energy blade sliced through his pistol and across his chest. Polaski cursed and fired a single shot, but it glanced off the Elite's s.h.i.+eld.
The alien glanced at the source of the fire and growled in its guttural, warbling tongue.
"Get the Lieutenant out of here," the Master Chief barked. He raised his knee to his chest and lashed out with a straight kick. His boot connected with the Elite's breastplate. The alien's energy s.h.i.+eld flared, then faded, and its breastplate cracked like porcelain beneath the force of the blow.
The alien staggered back, dragging the Master Chief with it. It coughed up purple-black blood that smeared John's visor, obscuring his vision. Its foot struck something on the ground-the alien's fallen helmet-and it lost its footing.
Together they crashed to the ground.
The Master Chief kept his grip on the Elite's sword arm. The alien's other hand, however, wrenched free and grabbed the fallen plasma pistol. The weapon's muzzle charged with sickly green energy.
The Chief rolled to his right as the pistol discharged. A globe of plasma arced across the compartment and splashed over the displays behind him.
The instruments flickered, then flashed and sparked as the energy bolt melted their systems. Before the displays went dark, however, the Master Chief saw one of the Covenant cruisers open fire. A lance of plasma rushed through s.p.a.ce toward the flags.h.i.+p.
The Chief and the Elite struggled, rising to their feet. The Chief batted the plasma pistol aside, and it clattered across the control center.
The Elite's mouth opened, and it snapped at the Chief. It was angry or panicking now... and he felt it getting stronger.
His grasp on the alien loosened.
There was motion behind the Elite; Sergeant Johnson and Locklear still struggled to get their hatch open more than a crack. "Sergeant-prepare to fire." "Ready, Master Chief." the Sergeant cried from the other side of the hatch.
The Chief tightened his grip on the Elite's sword arm, shoved his forearm into the alien's throat and drove it backward, across the bridge. He slammed the creature into the partially opened hatch.
The energy blade cut into the Master Chief's armor, boiling through the alloy that protected his upper arm.
"Sergeant, now! Firer Firer Gunfire exploded from the hatch, oddly m.u.f.fled because the rounds impacted directly into the Elite's back. The alien snarled and contorted, but it held on to the Master Chief. The alien warrior sawed the blade deeper, cutting through the tough crystalline layers of the MJOLNIR armor. Hydrostatic gel oozed from the wound... mixed with the Chief's blood.
"Keep. Shooting." A bullet hole appeared through the Elite's broken chestplate- bits of shattered armor and torn flesh spattered over the Chief.
The Master Chief slammed the Elite into the bulkhead, and a control panel behind the alien sparked. The door to the escape corridor hissed open, and the creature reeled back.
The alien was off balance, and the Chief finally had leverage. He bulled the Elite backward and hammered its arm into the wall. The alien metal rang like a gong, and the Elite dropped its energy sword. The blade guttered and went dark as its fail-safes permanently disabled the weapon.
The Chief forced the alien back, step by step. The deck was slippery with blood. Finally he twisted the Elite to the right and launched a powerful open-handed strike into the alien's wounded chest.
The Elite howled in pain and flew back, through the open hatch of an escape pod.
"Get off this s.h.i.+p," the Chief said. He hit a control stud and the hatch slammed shut. There was a sharp, metallic bang bang as the locking clamps released. The pod screamed away from the hull. as the locking clamps released. The pod screamed away from the hull.
The Chief exhaled. Sweat dripped in his eyes, momentarily blurring his vision. "Good work, Sergeant, Locklear," he panted. His shoulder burned. He tried to move it, but it was stiff and wouldn't respond.
The s.h.i.+p lurched.
"Plasma impact on the starboard foredeck!" Cortana called out. "s.h.i.+elds down to sixty-seven percent." She paused and then added, "Amazing radiative properties. Chief, you need to disable the navigation override so I can maneuver."
Haverson and Polaski strode toward the Chief. Haverson clutched his chest and grimaced in pain from the sword wound. Polaski set her hand on the Master Chief's shoulder. "That's bad," she whispered. "Let me get a first-aid kit from the Pelican, and-"
The Chief shrugged off her touch. "Later." He saw her concerned expression melt into one of... what? Fear? Confusion?
"Cortana, show me what to do," the Chief said and made his way to the raised platform in the center of the bridge. "Polaski, you and Haverson get that other hatch open."
"Aye aye," Polaski muttered, her voice tight. She and Haverson went to the hatch and got to work.
The Master Chief glanced at the control surfaces. As his hand hovered over them, the flat controls rose and became a three-dimensional web of the distinctive Covenant calligraphy. "Where?" he asked.
"Move your hand to the right half a meter," Cortana said. "Up twenty centimeters. That control. No, to the left." She sighed. "That "That one. Tap it three times." one. Tap it three times."
Faint lights traced the surface as the Chief touched it; they flared red and orange and finally cooled to brilliant blue.
"It worked," Cortana said. "NAV controls coming online. I can finally move this crate. Hang on."
The s.h.i.+p spun to port. On the displays that still functioned, four more Covenant cruisers tracked them-and fired.
The flags.h.i.+p accelerated, but the plasma torpedoes arced and followed them. "No good," Cortana said. "I can't overcome our inertia in this tub. They're going to hit us . . . unless I can get us into Slips.p.a.ce."
A rhythmic warble pulsed from one of the displays. It flashed red.
"Oh no," Cortana said.
The leading plasma torpedo impacted. Dull red fire smeared across the viewscreens.
"Oh no, what?" Haverson demanded.
"This s.h.i.+p's Slips.p.a.ce generator is inert," Cortana replied. "The disabled NAV controls were a trick. It must have been the Covenant AI; it lured me here while the drive was physically de-coupled from the reactor. I can maneuver all I want, give orders to the Slips.p.a.ce generator-but without the system powered up were not going anywhere."
"There's a Covenant Covenant AI?" Haverson muttered, and raised an eyebrow. "Upload the coordinates to power coupling," the Master Chief said. "I'll take care of it." Two more plasma torpedoes impacted and splashed across the s.h.i.+eld. "Energy s.h.i.+elds collapsing," Cortana said. "Brace!" AI?" Haverson muttered, and raised an eyebrow. "Upload the coordinates to power coupling," the Master Chief said. "I'll take care of it." Two more plasma torpedoes impacted and splashed across the s.h.i.+eld. "Energy s.h.i.+elds collapsing," Cortana said. "Brace!"
The last shot collided with the flags.h.i.+p. The hull heated, and plasma boiled layers of armor plating away. The s.h.i.+p rolled as plumes of superheated metal vapor outga.s.sed.
"Another hit like that will breach the hull," Cortana said. "Moving this tub at flank speed." "The power coupling coordinates, Cortana," the Master Chief insisted. A route appeared on his heads-up display. The engineering rooms were twenty decks below the bridge.
"Those won't do you any good," Cortana told him. "There are bound to be Elite hunt-and-kill teams waiting for you. And even if you managed to remove them, there is no way to repair the power coupling in time. We don't have the tools or the expertise."
The Master Chief looked around the bridge. There had to be a way. There was always always a way- a way- He leaned over the edge of the central platform and grabbed one of the Covenant Engineers that cowered below. He dragged it up by its float-sack. The creature squirmed and squealed.
"Maybe we don't have the expertise," he said and shook the Engineer. "But this thing does. Can you communicate with it? Tell it what we need?"
There was a pause. Then Cortana replied, "There is an extensive communications suite in the Covenant lexic-"
"Just tell it I'm taking it to fix something."
"All right, Chief," Cortana said.
A stream of high-pitched chirps emanated from the bridge speakers, and the Engineer's six eyes dilated. It stopped squirming and grabbed hold of the Master Chief with its tentacles.
"It says 'good' and 'hurry,' " Cortana told him.
"Everyone else stay here," the Chief said.
"If you insist," Haverson muttered, his face pale. Blood trickled from the wound in his chest. The Master Chief looked at Johnson and Locklear. "Don't let the Covenant retake the bridge."
"Not a problem, Chief," Sergeant Johnson said. He stopped to kick the dead Elite once in the teeth, then slapped a fresh clip into his MA5B. He yanked the weapon's charge handle, fed a round into the chamber, and stood at arms. "Those Covenant sissies are going to have to tango with me before they set one foot in this room."
On the display two of the Covenant cruisers fired again.
The Chief watched as the plasma raced toward them, fire that spread across the black of s.p.a.ce. "Cortana, buy me some time," he said.
"I'll do what I can, Chief," Cortana told him. "But you'd better move fast. I'm running out of options."
Cortana was annoyed. She had let the Covenant AI-for that's what this other presence in the system undoubtedly had to be- trick her. She had gone straight for the simple lockdown of the NAV systems. She never performed a thorough systems check of the s.h.i.+p, a.s.suming that there had only been one point of sabotage. It was a mistake she would never have made if she'd been operating at full capacity.
She checked every system of the flags.h.i.+p. She then locked them out with her own security measures.
Cortana turned off her feelings of anger and guilt and concentrated on keeping the s.h.i.+p in one piece, and the Master Chief alive. No. . . she reconsidered and kept her emotions active. The "intuition" provided by this aspect of her intelligence template was too valuable to deactivate in a battle.
She maneuvered the flags.h.i.+p toward the gas giant, Threshold. The incoming plasma might be disrupted by the planet's magnetic field-if she dared get close enough.
Cortana diverted power from the fores.h.i.+eld to the aft portions, distorting the protective bubble around the flags.h.i.+p. She turned all seven plasma turrets aft and fired a pair of plasma torpedoes at the incoming salvo.
The plasma turrets warmed and belched superheated flame- but it dispersed into a dull red cloud only a few meters from the point of fire, thinned, and then dissolved.
She saw a subsystem linked to the weapons control: an accompanying magnetic field multiplier. That That was how the Covenant shaped and guided their charges of plasma. It acted as a sophisticated focusing lens. Something wasn't right, however- something had already been in this directory and had erased the software. was how the Covenant shaped and guided their charges of plasma. It acted as a sophisticated focusing lens. Something wasn't right, however- something had already been in this directory and had erased the software.
Cortana swore that when she caught this guerrilla Covenant AI, she'd erase it line by line.
Without understanding how the guiding magnetic fields worked, the plasma turrets were no more useful than a fireworks display.
The enemy Covenant plasma charges, however, were tight and burned like miniature suns; they overtook the flags.h.i.+p and splashed over its reinforced aft s.h.i.+elds. They boiled against the silver energy until the s.h.i.+elds dulled and winked out.
The plasma etched a portion of the aft hull away like hot water dissolving salt. Cortana sensed the dull thumps of atmospheric decompressions.
She checked on the Chief. His signal was still on board, and his biomonitor indicated that he was still alive.
"Chief, are you there yet? I'm down to one last option."
There was a static-filled pause over the COM, and then the Master Chief whispered, "Almost." "Be careful. Your armor is breached. You can no longer function in a compromised atmosphere."
His acknowledgment light winked on.
Cortana pushed the Covenant reactors to overload and plotted a course around Threshold. She had to slip into the outer reaches of its atmosphere. The heat, ionization, and planet's magnetic field might protect them from the plasma.
The flags.h.i.+p rolled and dived into the thin tendrils of clouds. Bands of white ammonia and amber ammonium hydrosulfide clouds snaked in sinuous ribbons. A red-purple spot of phosphorus compounds cycloned and lightning arced, illuminating an intervening layer of pale blue ice crystals.
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