Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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HALO: FIRST STRIKE

Haverson frowned. "Chief, if we approach that ship we'll be

blown out of the sky before we can even think about engaging

them."

"Normally, yes," the Chief replied. "But we're going to rig

the Pelican as a fireship—we load it with Moray mines and

send it out ahead of us. We'll have to remote-pilot the Pelican,

but it can be accelerated past the point where a crew would

black out. It'll draw enemy fire, drop a few mines, and let us

slip by."

Polaski's expression hardened into a frown.

"There a problem, Warrant Officer?"

"No, Master Chief. I just hate to lose a good ship. That bird

got us off Halo in one piece."

He understood. Pilots got attached to their ships. They gave

them names and human personalities. The Chief, however, never

fell into that trap; he had long ago learned that any equipment

was expendable. Except, maybe, Cortana.

"So we get close to the flagship," Haverson said and crossed

his arms over his chest. "Are we going nose to nose with a ship

with a thousand times our firepower? Or are you planning an-

other flyby?"

"Neither." The Chief pointed to the flagship's fighter launch

bay. "That's our LZ."

Polaski squinted at the comparatively tiny opening in the belly

of the flagship. "That's a hell of a window to hit coming in this

fast, but"—she bit her lower lip, calculating—"technically pos-

sible in a Longsword."

"They'll launch Seraph fighters to engage the Pelican and the

Longsword," the Chief said, "and to do that, they'll have to drop

that section of their shields. We get in, neutralize the crew, and

we have a ship with Slipspace capability."

"Rock 'n' roll!" Locklear yelled over the COM. "Penetrate

and annihilate!"

Sergeant Johnson chewed on his cigar as he considered the plan.

"No one has ever captured a Covenant ship," Haverson whis-

pered. "The few times we've had one of them beaten and in a po-

sition to surrender, they've self-destructed."

"There's no choice," the Chief said. He looked over Polaski,

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