Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

Page 46

Advertising
background image

42

HALO: FIRST STRIKE

I want them to target their plasma turrets just before they fire.

They have to drop a section of their shields for a fraction of a

second."

"Working," Cortana replied. "Without precise data, however,

I'll have to base my calculations on several assumptions." A

string of mathematics appeared on the weapons ops panel. "Give

me fire control."

John punched the auto override on the firing systems. "It's

yours," he said.

The Covenant cruiser's plasma turrets turned to track them as

the ship came to bear. They warmed, and Cortana fired all the

Longsword's ASGM-10 missiles.

White vapor trails snaked toward the target.

"Let's move!" the Chief said.

The Longsword accelerated into the debris field, following

the Pelican's path. The aft camera displayed the missiles racing

to their target. Antimissile laser fire stabbed though space, and

three of the missiles exploded into red fireballs. The Covenant's

plasma turret glowed white hot—about to fire—when the last

missile impacted. The explosion smeared across the hull.

At first the Chief thought it had hit the shield, but then he saw

that the explosion was inside the shimmering envelope of en-

ergy. The plasma turrets fired; their energy was immediately ab-

sorbed into the cloud of dust and vapor around the ship. Dull red

plasma ballooned inside the cruiser's shield, obscuring its sen-

sors. The ship listed to port, momentarily blind.

"That should keep them busy for a while," Cortana said.

The Longsword arced under a half-kilometer-wide metal

plate—just as a plasma bolt impacted and boiled the surface,

sending the plate sputtering and spinning through space.

"Or not," Cortana muttered. "Better let me drive."

The autopilot engaged, and the controls jerked out of the

Chief's hand. The Longsword's afterburners kicked in, and it ac-

celerated toward a field of tumbling rocks. Cortana rolled and

pitched, keeping the hull mere meters from the jagged surfaces.

The Chief hung on to the seat with one hand and pulled his

harness tight with the other. He moved the scanner display to the

center viewscreen and saw the two nearest Covenant cruisers

vectored toward his and the Pelican's position. The two UNSC

Advertising