Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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HALO: FIRST STRIKE

Cortana experienced a moment of triumph—then squelched it.

There was a new problem: The concussion from that blast had

altered their flight path. The heat and overpressure wave had

thinned the atmosphere ... just enough to cause the flagship to

drop seven hundred meters. Wisps of ice crystals washed over

the prow.

They were too deep now. They didn't have enough power to

break orbit. They would spiral into the atmosphere, and would

ultimately be crushed by the titanic gravitational forces of

Threshold.

The Chief spun in midair and planted his feet on the "ground."

The gravity had been disabled in this elevator shaft. That had

made traversing the many intervening decks easy . . . as long as

he'd been willing to jump and trust that the power in this part of

the ship wouldn't be restored.

The Engineer clutching his shoulder tapped the tiny control

panel on the wall. The doors at the bottom of the shaft sighed and

slowly slid apart.

Funny how the creature didn't care what or who John was.

Didn't it know their races were enemies? It was clearly intelli-

gent and could communicate. Maybe it didn't care about ene-

mies or allies. Maybe all it wanted to do was its job.

There was a corridor ahead, five meters wide, with a vaulted

ceiling. Past a final arch, the passage opened up into the cav-

ernous reactor room. The ambient lights in the hallway and room

were off. Along the far wall of the room, however, the

ten-meter-high reactor coils pulsed with blue-white lightning

and threw hard shadows onto the walls.

The Master Chief adjusted his low-light filters to screen out

the glow from the reactor. He made out the silhouettes of crates

and other machinery. He also saw one of those shadows on the

wall move ... with the distinct slouching waddle of a Covenant

Grunt. Then the motion was gone.

An ambush. Of course.

He paused, listened, and heard the panting of at least half a

dozen Grunts, and then the high-pitched uneasy squeaks the

creatures emitted when they were excited.

This came as a relief to the Master Chief. If there was an Elite

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