Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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HALO: FIRST STRIKE

with danger at every turn—unknown enemy deployment, no

gravity, useless intel, no dirt beneath his feet.

There was no question, though: The space op was the toughest

duty, so Fred intended to volunteer for it.

Captain Keyes considered John's suggestion. "No, Master

Chief. It's too risky—we've got to make sure the Covenant don't

get that NAV data. We'll use a nuclear mine, set it close to the

docking ring, and detonate it."

"Sir, the EMP will burn out the superconductive coils of the

orbital guns. And if you use the Pillar of Autumn's conventional

weapons, the NAV database may still survive. If the Covenant

search the wreckage—they may obtain the data."

"True," Keyes said and tapped his pipe thoughtfully to his

chin. "Very well, Master Chief. We'll go with your suggestion.

I'll plot a course over the docking station. Ready your Spartans

and prep two dropships. We'll launch you—" He consulted with

Cortana."—in five minutes."

"Aye, Captain. We'll be ready."

"Good luck," Captain Keyes said, and the viewscreen went

black.

Fred snapped to attention as the Master Chief turned to face

the Spartans. Fred began to step forward—

—but Kelly beat him to it. "Master Chief," she said, "permis-

sion to lead the space op."

She had always been faster, damn her.

"Denied," the Master Chief said. "I'll be leading that one.

"Linda and James," he continued. "You're with me. Fred,

you're Red Team leader. You'll have tactical command of the

ground operation."

"Sir!" Fred shouted and started to voice a protest—then

squelched it. Now wasn't the time to question orders.. . as much

as he wanted to. "Yes, sir!"

"Now make ready," the Master Chief said. "We don't have

much time left."

The Spartans stood a moment. Kelly called out, "Attention!"

The soldiers snapped to and gave the Master Chief a crisp salute,

which was promptly returned.

Fred switched to Red Team's all-hands freq and barked, "Let's

move, Spartans! I want gear stowed in ninety seconds, and final

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