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"Understood, Admiral." One of Jiles's eyebrows gracefully arched, and he bowed. "Thank you."
"Fred, move us at best speed. Haverson, come to course zero-nine-zero. Get us closer to that moon-sized chuck of stone, twenty thousand kilometers to port."
"Flank speed," Fred said. "Aye, sir."
"Course change, aye," Haverson replied.
The Gettysburg-Ascendant Justice glided toward the large rock, and the Covenant cruiser rapidly closed on them. The enemy ship vanished on the displays as they rounded to the dark side of the asteroid.
"New course. Come about to one-eight-zero," the Admiral or?dered. "Full emergency power to the engines and answer all stop."
Thrasters spun the ship around, and vibrations rumbled through the weakened hull as it slowed and came to a stop, hidden behind the rock.
"Answering all stop," Fred announced.
"Sir, we are dead in space," Lieutenant Haverson said and nervously ran his fingers through his slicked-back red hair. "Tra?ditional tactics advocate speed and maneuverability in ship-to-ship combat."
"Not in this asteroid field," Admiral Whitcomb replied. "But you make a good point about staying maneuverable. Align our nose toward the center of mass of the planetoid, and back us up, one half reverse. Keep us out of the enemy's gunsights as long as you can."
"Firing ministers. Answering one half reverse," Fred said.
264 HALO: FIRST STRIKE
The ship slowly angled toward the center of the large asteroid and backed away.
"Cortana?" the Admiral asked. "Do we have a weapons turret or not?"
"Yes, sir," Cortana said, "but the turret's magnetic coils that shape and aim the plasma charge have overloaded."
The Admiral inhaled and sighed explosively. "Master Chief, you got anything on Weapons Station One?"
"Archer missile pods depleted," the Master Chief answered. He scanned the display, hoping he had missed something. "No rounds for the MAC gun. All Shiva nuclear missiles fired as well, sir. The only things left in the tubes are three Clarion spy drones."
"No plasma and no missiles," Admiral Whitcomb said. "We might as well open an air lock and throw rocks at 'em."
Throw rocks? The Master Chief wondered if they could fash?ion a slug to shoot from the MAC cannon. Let its magnetic coils propel the mass to supersonic velocities and—
Magnetic coils?
"Sir," the Master Chief said. "We may have a way to fire the plasma turret after all. The Gettysburg's MAC gun has seventeen superconducting coils. Cortana might be able to use them to shape and aim the plasma."
"Yes," the Admiral said, nodding.
"Maybe," Cortana amended and stared off into space, think?ing. "Calculating field strength drop-off now." The mathematic symbols scrolling across her body increased threefold. She frowned. "This would be easier if the Gettysburg was oriented bottom to Ascendant Justice's top. I'll have to guess at the inter?ference from the intervening hulls, but it still might work. Chief—power it up. I'll need to recalibrate the pulse generation to match the plasma output."