Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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HALO: FIRST STRIKE

Their job this time was to get groundside and protect the gen-

erators that powered the orbiting Magnetic Accelerator Cannon

platforms. The fleet was getting ripped to shreds in space. The

massive MAC guns were the only thing keeping the Covenant

from overrunning their lines and taking Reach.

Fred knew that if anything had Kelly and the other Spartans

rattled, it was leaving behind the Master Chief and his

hand-picked Blue Team.

Fred would have infinitely preferred to be with Blue Team. He

knew every Spartan here felt like they were taking the easy way

out. If the ship-jockeys managed to hold off the Covenant as-

sault wave, Red Team's mission was a milk run, albeit a neces-

sary one.

Kelly's hand bumped into Fred's shoulder, and he recognized

it as a consoling gesture. Kelly's razor-edged agility was multi-

plied fivefold by the reactive circuits in her MJOLNIR armor.

She wouldn't have "accidentally" touched him unless she meant it,

and the gesture spoke volumes.

Before he could say anything to her, the Pelican angled and

gravity settled the Spartans' stomachs.

"Rough ride ahead," the pilot warned.

The Spartans bent their knees as the Pelican rolled into a tight

turn. A crate broke its retaining straps, bounced, and stuck to

the wall.

The COM channel blasted static and resolved into the voice

of the Longsword's pilot: "Bravo Two-Six, engaging enemy

fighters. Am taking heavy incoming fire—" The channel was

abruptly swallowed in static.

An explosion buffeted the Pelican, and bits of metal pinged

off its thick hull.

Patches of armor heated and bubbled away. Energy blasts

flashed through the boiling metal, filling the interior with fumes

for a split second before the ship's pressurized atmosphere blew

the haze out the gash in its side.

Sunlight streamed though the lacerated Titanium-A armor.

The dropship lurched to port, and Fred glimpsed five Covenant

Seraph fighters driving after them and wobbling in the turbulent

air.

"Gotta shake 'em," the pilot screamed. "Hang on!"

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