Part 1 (1/2)
HALO.
FIRST STRIKE.
by ERIC NYLUND.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS.
First and foremost, I would like to thank the personnel at Central Command: Syne Mitch.e.l.l and the newest officer on our team, Kai Nylund.
The Intel Officers at Microsoft's Franchise Development Group: Doug Zartman, Nancy Figatner, and Edward Ventura, and most notably Eric S. Trautmann (Special Ops field agent).
The people in Section Two, a.k.a. Microsoft's User Experience Group: Jo Tyo, Matt Whiting, Dana Fos, and Jason Groce.
Logistics officers at Ballantine/Del Rey: Keith Clayton, Nancy Delia, Betsy Mitch.e.l.l, and Steve Saffel.
And the Bungie troopers who are slugging it out on virtual battlefields across the universe to bring you the best game ever: Jason Jones, Peter Parsons, and, of course, Joe Staten, Jaime Griesemer, and Lorraine McLees.
SECTION.
REACH.
CHAPTER ONE.
0622 hours, August 30,2552 (Military Calendar) UNSC Vessel Pillar of Autumn, Pillar of Autumn, Epsilon Eridani system near Epsilon Eridani system near Reach Station Gamma.
SPARTAN-104, Frederic, twirled a combat knife, his fingers nimble despite the bulky MJOLNIR combat armor that encased his body. The blade traced a complicated series of graceful arcs in the air. The few remaining Naval personnel on the deck turned pale and averted their eyes-a Spartan wielding a knife was generally accompanied by the presence of several dead bodies.
He was nervous, and this was more than the normal pre-mission jitters. The team's original objective-the capture of a Covenant s.h.i.+p-had been scrubbed in the face of a new enemy offensive. The Covenant were en route to Reach, the last of the United Nations s.p.a.ce Command's major military strongholds.
Fred couldn't help but wonder what use ground troops would be in a s.h.i.+p-to-s.h.i.+p engagement. The knife spun.
Around him, his squadmates loaded weapons, stacked gear, and prepped for combat, their efforts redoubled since the s.h.i.+p's Captain had personally come down to the mustering area to brief the team leader, SPARTAN-117-but Fred was already squared away. Only Kelly had finished stowing gear before him.
He balanced the point of the knife on his armored finger. It hung there for several seconds, perfectly still.
A subtle s.h.i.+ft in the Pillar of Autumn's Pillar of Autumn's gravity caused the knife to tip. Fred plucked it from the air and sheathed it in a single deft move. A cold feeling filled his stomach as he realized what the gravity fluctuation meant: The s.h.i.+p had just changed course-another complication. gravity caused the knife to tip. Fred plucked it from the air and sheathed it in a single deft move. A cold feeling filled his stomach as he realized what the gravity fluctuation meant: The s.h.i.+p had just changed course-another complication.
ERIC NYLUND.
Master Chief SPARTAN-117-John-marched to the nearest COM panel as Captain Keyes's face filled the screen. Fred sensed a slight movement to his right-a subtle hand signal from Kelly. He opened a private COM freq to his teammate.
”Looks like we're in for more surprises,” she said.
”Roger that,” he replied, ”though I think I've had enough surprises for one op.” Kelly chuckled. Fred focused his attention on John's exchange with Keyes.
Each Spartan-selected from an early age and trained to the pinnacle of military science-had undergone multiple augmentation procedures: biochemical, genetic, and cybernetic. As a result, a Spartan could hear a pin drop in a sandstorm, and every Spartan in the room was interested in what the Captain had to say. If you 're going to drop into h.e.l.l, If you 're going to drop into h.e.l.l, CPO Mendez, the Spartans' first teacher, had once said, CPO Mendez, the Spartans' first teacher, had once said, you may as well drop with good intel. you may as well drop with good intel.
Captain Keyes frowned on the s.h.i.+p's viewscreen, a nonregulation pipe in his hand. Though his voice was calm, the Captain's grip on the pipe was white-knuckle tight as he outlined the situation. A single s.p.a.ce vessel docked in Reach's...o...b..tal facilities had failed to delete its navigational database. If the NAV data fell into Covenant hands, the enemy would have a map to Earth.
”Master Chief,” the Captain said, ”I believe the Covenant will use a pinpoint Slips.p.a.ce jump to a position just off the s.p.a.ce dock. They may try to get their troops on the station before the Super MAC guns can take out their s.h.i.+ps. This will be a difficult mission, Chief. I'm... open to suggestions.”
”We can take care of it,” the Master Chief replied. Captain Keyes's eyes widened and he leaned forward in his command chair. ”How exactly, Master Chief?”
”With all due respect, sir, Spartans are trained to handle difficult missions. I'll split my squad. Three will board the s.p.a.ce dock and make sure that NAV data does not fall into the Covenant's hands. The remainder of the Spartans will go groundside and repel the invasion forces.”
Fred gritted his teeth. Given his choice, he'd rather fight the Covenant on the ground. Like his fellow Spartans, he loathed off-planet duty. The op to board the s.p.a.ce dock would be fraught with danger at every turn-unknown enemy deployment, no gravity, useless intel, no dirt beneath his feet. There was no question, though: The s.p.a.ce 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 Pillar of Autumn's conventional weapons, the NAV database may still survive. If the Covenant search the wreckage-they may obtain the data.” 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 drops.h.i.+ps. 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, ”permission to lead the s.p.a.ce op.”
She had always been faster, d.a.m.n 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 prep in five minutes. Joshua: Liaise with Cortana and get me current intel on the drop area-I don't care if it's just weather satellite imagery, but I want pictures, and I want them ninety seconds ago.”
Red Team jumped into action. The pre-mission jitters were gone, replaced with a cold calm. There was a job to do, and Fred was eager to get to work.
Flight Officer Mitch.e.l.l flinched as a stray energy burst streaked into the landing bay and vaporized a meter-wide section of bulkhead. Red-hot, molten metal splattered the Pelican drops.h.i.+p's viewport.
Screw this, he thought, and hit the Pelican's thrusters. The gunmetal-green transport balanced for a moment on a column of blue-white fire, then hurtled out of the he thought, and hit the Pelican's thrusters. The gunmetal-green transport balanced for a moment on a column of blue-white fire, then hurtled out of the Pillar of Autumn's Pillar of Autumn's launch bay and into s.p.a.ce. Five seconds later all h.e.l.l broke loose. launch bay and into s.p.a.ce. Five seconds later all h.e.l.l broke loose.
Incoming energy bursts from the lead Covenant vessels cut across their vector and slammed into a COMSat. The communications satellite broke apart, disintegrating into glittering shards.
”Better hang on,” Mitch.e.l.l announced to his pa.s.sengers in the drops.h.i.+p's troop bay. ”Company's coming.”
A swarm of Seraphs-the Covenant's scarablike attack fighters-fell into tight formation and arced through s.p.a.ce on an intercept course for the drops.h.i.+p.
The Pelican's engines flared and the bulky s.h.i.+p plummeted toward the surface of Reach. The alien fighters accelerated and plasma bursts flickered from their gunports.
An energy bolt slashed past on the port side, narrowly missing the Pelican's c.o.c.kpit. Mitch.e.l.l's voice crackled across the COM system: ”Bravo-One to Knife Two-Six: I could use a little help here.”