Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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ERIC NYLUND

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One of his closest teammates, his friend, someone he had

thought dead... was alive again.

"Thank you, Doctor Halsey," he said.

She waved her hand dismissively, and there was a strange look

in her eyes—almost as if she had regretted the success of her

operation.

"Damn good news," Admiral Whitcomb said. "We could use

another hand on deck."

"Hardly," Dr. Halsey replied, suddenly looking much more

alert. "She'll need at least a week to recover—even with the

bio-foam and steroid accelerants I have her on. Then she'll barely

be able to get on her feet. She won't be combat-ready."

Gettysburg-Ascendant Justice moved into the plane of the as-

teroid belt, and three rocks appeared on the screens.

"This region is the source of the D-band signal," Cortana told

them. "There are three possible candidates based on the size pa-

rameters you gave me, Chief."

"Which one is it?" the Admiral asked.

"Only one is rotating fast enough to generate a

three-quarter-gravity internal environment," Cortana replied.

"That's it," the Master Chief replied and nodded toward the

central display. The rock hadn't changed much in the last twenty

years. Was it possible the place had been abandoned? The D-band

transmission that Cortana detected could have been an automated

signal, weak from years of drain on a single battery . . . or the

lure for a trap.

"Admiral?"

"I know, Chief," he said. "They've baited the hook and we're

taking it. .. at least that's what it's supposed to look like." He

chuckled. "Cortana, power up every turret on our Covenant

flagship."

Her holographic body flushed blue-green and she crossed her

arms. "Let me remind you, sir, that of the three working turrets,

two are offline. I have no way to aim the plasma. The magnetic—"

"I know, Cortana. But they"—the Admiral stabbed a finger at

the displays—"don't know that."

"Yes, sir," she said. "Heating them up now."

"Power dropping," Fred warned the Admiral as he peered at

the Engineering screens. "Down to forty-four percent."

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