1930 hours, September 12,2552 (revised date, Military Calendar)Captured Covenant flagship Ascendant Justice, in Slipspace en route to Eridanus system.
Black space churned with pinpricks of light; it split, and the Gettysburg-Ascendant Justiceappeared in the Eridanus system.
The Master Chief stood on the Gettysburg's bridge. He'd wanted to be on the medical deckwhen Dr. Halsey had finished with Linda, be there when she woke up ... or be there in case she never woke up. But he had to be here; this was his idea, and he was the closest thingthey had to an expert on this place.
"Systems check," Admiral Whitcomb ordered.
Lieutenant Haverson leaned over the ops console and flicked through several screens."Residual radiation fading," he said. "Navigation systems and scanners coming backonline."Fred stood at the Engineering station and reported, "Reactors at sixty percent. Slighthysteresis leak in coil ten. Compensating.""Plasma?" the Admiral asked as he settled into the Captain's chair.
Cortana's ghostly image flickered onto the holographic pad next to the star chart.
"We can fire only one turret," she replied, and a wash of red flashed across her image then cooled to its normal deep blue. "The other two functional turrets are offline; theirmagnetic coils refuse to align. It might be a side effect of the artifact's radiation.""One shot..." the Admiral muttered. He tugged on the end of his mustache and sighed."Then we'll just have to make it count." He turned to the Master Chief. "Lead the way,son."ERIC NYLUND251The Master Chief stared at the three large monitors that had replaced the bridge'sobservation windows. Eridanus blazed in the center of one display; stars shone with asteady brilliance. "Move us one-point-five astronomical units relative to the sun," he said."Heading zero-nine-zero by zero-four-five.""Destination one-point-five AU," Haverson said. "Heading confirmed. Coming about.""Plot an elliptical course parallel to the plane of the asteroid belt," the Master Chief added."Cortana, scan for asteroids ap.proximately two kilometers in diameter.""Scanning," she said. "This might take some time. There are more than a billion movingobjects, some of them in deep shadow.""Tell me again about your old "mission,Admiral Whitcomb said. "You and the otherSpartans were here before?""Yes, sir," the Chief replied. "Myself, Fred, Linda, Kelly, and Sam. It was the Spartans' firstreal mission: an infiltration into a rebel base. We captured their leader and got him to ONIfor debriefing.""I didn't even know the Spartans were around in 2525," Lieu.tenant Haverson said.
"Yes, sir," Fred answered. "We just didn't have MJOLNIR ar.mor or the advancedweaponry we have today. We looked like any other NavSpecWar team.""I very much doubt that," Haverson said under his breath.
The Admiral raised one bushy eyebrow. "You mean five peo.ple made a zero-gee vacuuminfiltration onto this space station? And then exfiltrated with a prisoner who happened tobe the guy in charge of the place?""Yes, sir. That was the basic plan.""I suppose it went off without a hitch?"The Master Chief was silent for a moment as he remembered the dozens of dead peoplethey had left behind on that base ... and he felt a pang of regret. At the time he hadn'tthought twice about removing any obstacle that would have compromised his mission,human or otherwise. Now, after fighting for humanity for two decades, he wondered if hecould shoot another human without a good reason.
252HALO: FIRST STRIKE"No, sir," the Master Chief finally replied. "There were enemy casualties. And we had toblow their cargo bay to escape.""So," the Admiral said, tapping his fingers on the arm of the Captain's chair, "they're notgoing to be happy to see a UNSC ship knocking on their front door?""I wouldn't expect so, sir.""Faint emissions on the D-band detected," Cortana said. "Come about to new headingthree-three-zero.""Aye," Haverson said. "Three-three-zero.""It's gone, now," she said, "but I definitely heard something""Keep on this course," Admiral Whitcomb ordered. "We'll run it down.""There's one thing I don't understand," Haverson said as he squinted at the forwarddisplays. "Why are these peop"le even here?
"Pirates and insurgents," the Admiral answered. "They hijack UNSC ships, sell arms, and trade black market commodities. You're probably too young to remember, Lieutenant,but before the Covenant War not everyone wanted to be part of an Earth-ruledgovernment.""Rebels?" Haverson said. "I've read about them. But why con.tinue to stay separatedfrom UNSC forces when the Covenant War started? Surely their chances of survival wouldbe better with us?"The Admiral snorted a derisive laugh. "Some people didn't want to fight, son. Some justwanted to hide... in this case, liter.ally under a rock. Maybe they think the Covenant won'tbother with 'em." A smile flickered across his face. "Well, we're about to change all thatfor them."The elevator doors parted, and Dr. Halsey stepped onto the bridge. She removed her glasses and rubbed her eyes. She looked to the Master Chief as if she had just retimedfrom an in.tense fight—fatigued and shocked. He noticed a single drop of blood on thelapel of her wrinkled white lab coat.
"She's fine," Dr. Halsey whispered. "Linda will make it. The flash-cloned organs took."The Master Chief exhaled the breath he had been uncon.sciously holding. He glancedover to Fred, who nodded to him. John nodded back. There were no words to express how he felt.
ERIC NYLUND253One of his closest teammates, his friend, someone he had thought dead... was alive again.
"Thank you, Doctor Halsey," he said.
She waved her hand dismissively, and there was a strange look in her eyes—almost as ifshe had regretted the success of her operation.
"Damn good news," Admiral Whitcomb said. "We could use another hand on deck.""Hardly," Dr. Halsey replied, suddenly looking much more alert. "She'll need at least aweek to recover—even with the bio-foam and steroid accelerants I have her on. Then she'll barely be able to get on her feet. She won't be combat-ready."Gettysburg-Ascendant Justice moved into the plane of the as.teroid belt, and three rocksappeared on the screens.
"This region is the source of the D-band signal," Cortana told them. "There are three possible candidates based on the size pa.rameters you gave me, Chief.""Which one is it?" the Admiral asked.
"Only one is rotating fast enough to generate a three-quarter-gravity internalenvironment," Cortana replied.
"That's it," the Master Chief replied and nodded toward the central display. The rockhadn't changed much in the last twenty years. Was it possible the place had been abandoned? The D-band transmission that Cortana detected could have been an automated signal, weak from years of drain on a single battery ... or the lure for a trap.
"Admiral?""I know, Chief," he said. "They've baited the hook and we're taking it... at least that's whatit's supposed to look like." He chuckled. "Cortana, power up every turret on our Covenant flagship."Her holographic body flushed blue-green and she crossed her arms. "Let me remind you,sir, that of the three working turrets, two are offline. I have no way to aim the plasma. The magnetic—""I know, Cortana. But they"—the Admiral stabbed a finger at the displays—"don't know that.""Yes, sir," she said. "Heating them up now.""Power dropping," Fred warned the Admiral as he peered at the Engineering screens."Down to forty-four percent."254HALO: FIRST STRIKE"Lieutenant Haverson," the Admiral barked, "open a channel on the D-band. It's time we introduced ourselves.""Aye, sir. Frequency matched and channel open."The Admiral stood. "This is the UNSC frigate Gettysburg" he barked, his voice full ofauthority and colored with his Texas ac.cent. "Respond." And then he reluctantly added,"Please."Static filled the COM. The Admiral waited patiently for ten seconds, and then his bootstarted to tap on the deck. "No need to play possum, boys. We're not here for a fight. Wewant to—"He made a sudden throat-slitting motion toward Haverson, and the Lieutenant snappedoff the COM.
Tiny doors appeared in the two-kilometer-wide rock; from this distance they looked no larger than the pores on an orange. A fleet of ships launched, using the asteroid'srotational motion to give their velocities a boost. There were approximately fifty craft:Pelicans modified with extra armor and chainguns mounted on their hulls; sleek civilian pleasure craft carrying missiles as large as themselves; single-man engineering pods thatsputtered with arc cutters; and one ship that was fifty meters long with oddly angledblack stealth surfaces.
"That's a Chiroptera-class vessel," Haverson said, awed. "It's an antique. ONIdecommissioned them all forty years ago and sold them for scrap.""Is it a threat?" the Admiral asked.
Lieutenant Haverson's forehead wrinkled as he considered. "No, sir. They were decommissioned because they broke down every other mission. They had far too many sensitive components without a central controlling AI. The only reason I recall them at allis that they had the smallest operational Shaw-Fujikawa Translight Engine ever produced. No weapons systems, sir. Like I said, it's not a threat... it's a museum piece.""But it has Slipspace capability?" Dr. Halsey asked. "Maybe we can use it to get to Earth.""Unlikely," Haverson replied. "All Chiroptera-class vessels were decommissioned by ONI—critical components removed and the ships' operating systems locked down so tight Idoubt even Cortana could reactivate them.""I wouldn't bet on it," Cortana muttered.
ERIC NYLUND255"No weapons," the Admiral said and stared at the blocky ge.ometry of the black ship."That's all I need to know.""Their 'fleet,' " Fred interjected, "is deploying and taking up positions around us in a widearc. Classic formation. They'll flank us.""There's no real threat from these ships," the Admiral said to himself. "They have to know we know that. So why bother w"ith this show?He scowled at the displays, and his eyes widened. "Cortana, scan the nearby rocks for radioactive emissions.""Receiving video feed," Fred announced.
The image of a man flickered on forward screen three. He was clearly a civilian, with long black hair drawn back into a ponytail and a pointed beard extending a full ten centimeters from his chin. He smiled and made an elegant bow. The Chief, for some reason he could not understand, took an instant dislike to him.
"Captain...," the man said in a smooth, resonant tenor voice. "I am Governor Jacob Jiles,leader of this port. What can we do for you?""First," Admiral Whitcomb said, "I am not a Captain; I am a Vice Admiral, the Deputy Chiefof Naval Operations. Second, you will order your fleet to reverse course and get out of my gun-sights before I forget my manners. And third, we insist that you make ready to let us dock on that rock of yours for emergency repair............