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Halo Lighting System First Strike Games User Manual

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ERIC NYLUND

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we scavenged from the Gettysburg when we give the all-clear

signal."

John eased his boots onto the hull. Their magnetic soles

clamped onto the metal with a satisfying click.

Polaski had landed the Covenant dropship so that its mandibles

cradled the hole and gave them some shelter.

Overhead, Slipspace was on fire. It looked as if someone had

doused the night with jet fuel and ignited it. Bloody, boiling

streaks of flame tore across a midnight-blue sky. Meteors flashed

past and sprayed molten metal in trails of glittering Stardust.

A fist-sized projectile blurred past the Master Chief and

rammed into the ship's starboard side. Sparks and liquefied alloy

spattered into space. His shields flickered as debris ricocheted

from the armor's protective field.

They had to move fast. The Admiral was right: This was a

shooting galley. The quicker they sealed that hole and got out of

here—the better.

John turned and swept his rifle over the terrain. There were

bumpy sensor nodes, kilometers of conduits, and a dozen gaping

canyons in the hull. A legion of Covenant warriors could hide in

this mess.

No enemy contact. Nothing on his motion sensors, either.

He stepped close to the main-drive conduit and examined the

hole. The pipe was five meters across and still red hot, even

though Cortana had shut it down three minutes ago. The hole

was round, a three-meter-wide gap, with ragged edges that all

pointed inward.

"If that was from a plasma strike," Grace said, "the metal

would have been boiled away. If it was from an impact, the edges

would be scraped on one side, compacted on the other. This hole

was deliberately made."

"Eyes sharp," John said. "We have company. My guess is

camouflaged Elites. Maybe some of the original crew still alive.

Blue-Three, -Four, and -Five—move out."

"Roger," Will replied.

Anton emerged from the dropship hefting an arc welder,

while Will and Li maneuvered the three-by-three-meter hull

plates.

"Fred and Grace, you're on the welders," John ordered. "An-