Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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ERIC NYLUND

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It was a sea of flame. Hundreds of fires dotted the cracked,

glassy ground. Where the Big Horn River had snaked along,

there was now only a long steaming furrow. There was no trace

of the cruiser or the Covenant troops that had filled the valley

moments ago. All that remained was a field of smoldering,

twisted bone and metal. At the edge of this carnage stood black-

ened sticks—the remnants of the forest—all leaning away from

the center of the explosion.

Ten thousand Covenant deaths. It wasn't worth losing Joshua

or any of the other Spartans, but it was something. Perhaps they

had bought enough time for the orbital MAC guns to tip the battle

overhead in the Fleet's favor. Maybe their sacrifices would save

Reach. That would be worth it.

He looked up into the sky. The steam made it difficult to see

anything, but there was motion overhead: Faint shadows glided

over the clouds.

Kelly's Banshee appeared alongside his, and their canards

bumped.

The shadows overhead sharpened; three Covenant cruisers

broke through the clouds and drifted toward the generator com-

plex. Their plasma artillery flickered and glowed with energy.

Fred snapped open his COM channel and boosted the signal

strength to its maximum. "Delta Team: Fall back. Fall back

now!"

Static hissed over the channel, and several voices overlapped.

He heard one of his Spartans—he couldn't tell who—break

through the static.

"Reactor complex seven has been compromised. We're falling

back. Might be able to save number three." There was a pause as

the speaker shouted orders to someone else: "Set off those

charges now!"

Fred switched to FLEETCOM and broadcast: "Be advised,

Pillar of Autumn, groundside reactors are being taken. Orbital

guns at risk. Nothing we can do. Too many. We'll have to use the

nukes. Be advised, orbital MAC guns will most likely be neu-

tralized. Pillar of Autumn, do you read? Acknowledge."

More voices crowded the channel, and Fred thought he heard

Admiral Whitcomb's voice, but whatever orders he issued were

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