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"Really?" Polaski replied, irritated. "No wonder they call you 'smart' AIs." She tugged her cap lower over her eyes. "I'll do the flying. You concentrate on getting those weapons offline."
"They're launching fighters," Haverson warned. On the viewscreen the Covenant flagship now filled half the display, and six Seraph fighters emerged from the belly of the massive ship. "I've still got active signals from twenty of the Moray mines.
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Their momentum is carrying them within range. Tracking . .. locked on ... maneuvering." Tiny puffs of fire overlapped the teardrop-shaped Seraph fighters as they exploded. Haverson laughed. "Bull's-eye!"
"Forward weapons systems and shields are disabled," Cor-tana said.
"The doors are open," Polaski murmured. "We're invited in. It'd be damn impolite to say no."
The flagship filled the display.
"Collision imminent," Cortana warned.
Sergeant Johnson got to his feet. The Chief knew better and stayed where he was on the deck. He grabbed on to the Ser?geant's leg.
Polaski cut the engines and hit the maneuvering thrusters. The Longsword spun 180 degrees. With the ship now pointed back?ward, she pushed the throttle to maximum, and the engines thun?dered in full overload. The hull strained against the sudden reverse deceleration.
The Chief hung on to the floor with one hand; with the other he held on to the Sergeant and kept him from flying across the ship.
Polaski changed the viewscreen to a spilt view—fore and aft. She maneuvered with the ship's thrusters, adjusting their ap?proach to the launch bay opening. Onscreen the small opening grew larger alarmingly fast. "Hang on—hang on!"
The engines whined and the ship slowed... but it wasn't go?ing to be enough.
They entered the launch bay at three hundred meters per sec?ond. Flames from the Longsword's engines washed over Grunt technicians as they vainly attempted to scramble out of the way. Their methane-filled atmosphere tanks popped like firecrackers.
Polaski cut the power. The ship slammed into the wall.
The Master Chief, Sergeant Johnson, and Locklear crashed into the pilot's and ops seats in a heap.
Grunts approached the ship with plasma pistols drawn, the weapons glowing green as the aliens overcharged them. Cove?nant Engineers struggled to put out fires and repair burst conduits.
"Shield reenergizing in place over the launch bay," Cortana
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announced. "External atmosphere stabilizing. Please feel free to get up and move around the cabin."
Locklear scrambled to his feet. "Yeah!" he whooped. The young Helljumper yanked his MA5B's charging lever and racked a round into the chamber. "Let's rock!"
"Good work, people," the Chief said, standing. He readied his own assault rifle. "But that was just the easy part."
CHAPTER SEVEN
1750 hours, September 22,2552 (Military Calendar) \ Aboard unidentified Covenant flagship, uncharted system, Halo debris field.
Plasma bolts impacted on the Longsword's hull and splashed across the windshield. The packets of glowing energy siz?zled across the cockpit and etched cloudy, molten trails into the glass.