Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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ERIC NYLUND

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ODSTs in half and gouge gaping wounds in Titanium-A armor

plating.

Worse, this Elite was tough, cunning, well trained—and it

hadn't spent days fighting nonstop on Halo. The Chief felt every

wound, pulled muscle, and strained tendon in his body.

Haverson and Polaski moved onto the bridge, their pistols

drawn, but neither of them had a clear line of fire.

"Move, Chief!" Haverson shouted. "Damn it, we've got no shot!"

Easier said than done. If he let go, the Elite would cut him in

two.

The Master Chief grunted, struggling to turn the Elite.

The alien fought back for a moment, then—instead of

resisting—lurched back, right into the path of the Chief's ad-

vancing teammates.

The Elite flicked the angle of its blade flat so the arc of energy

whipped toward Haverson and Polaski.

Haverson screamed and fell to the ground as the energy blade

sliced through his pistol and across his chest. Polaski cursed and

fired a single shot, but it glanced off the Elite's shield.

The alien glanced at the source of the fire and growled in its

guttural, warbling tongue.

"Get the Lieutenant out of here," the Master Chief barked. He

raised his knee to his chest and lashed out with a straight kick.

His boot connected with the Elite's breastplate. The alien's en-

ergy shield flared, then faded, and its breastplate cracked like

porcelain beneath the force of the blow.

The alien staggered back, dragging the Master Chief with it. It

coughed up purple-black blood that smeared John's visor, ob-

scuring his vision. Its foot struck something on the ground—the

alien's fallen helmet—and it lost its footing.

Together they crashed to the ground.

The Master Chief kept his grip on the Elite's sword arm.

The alien's other hand, however, wrenched free and grabbed the

fallen plasma pistol. The weapon's muzzle charged with sickly

green energy.

The Chief rolled to his right as the pistol discharged. A globe

of plasma arced across the compartment and splashed over the

displays behind him.

The instruments flickered, then flashed and sparked as the en-

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