Halo: First Strike
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Rounding out Tor's series of reissues of the original three Halo novels, this newly edited and revised edition of First Strike is a must-have for all Halo fans. Featuring author Eric Nylund at the helm, this tale bridges the events that take place in the game Halo: Combat Evolved (as novelized in The Flood) and its blockbuster follow-up, Halo 2.
After destroying the first Halo, Master Chief and Cortana attempt to voyage back home among a myriad of deadly Covenant attacks. With a battle weary squad, that includes the last of the Spartan-II survivors and the program's creator, Dr. Catherine Halsey, First Strike delivers an action-packed space opera told against the backdrop of one of the richest and most complex Science Fiction franchises of our time.
steroids. And I could use her assistance on another matter.” John nodded to Kelly. She slowly stretched, stood, sighed, and marched out of the room. “I’ll be right back,” she said, flexing her burned hands. “Don’t plan the overthrow of the Covenant Empire without me.” “She’s on her way, Doctor.” The COM snapped off. The Master Chief turned to his Spartans and the Marines. “Let’s go over what we know and see if we’ve missed anything— any way to exploit the enemy’s plan.” He set down a data
across his Banshee’s windshield display. The UNSC software built into their armor worked only with some of the spoken Covenant languages—not their written words. Odd, curling characters scrolled across the Banshee’s displays. Fred hit one of the response symbols. There was a pause, the display cleared, and dozens more symbols flashed, twice as fast. Fred clicked the display off. Three kilometers to go, and his heart beat so hard he heard it thunder in his ears. Kelly pulled slightly ahead of
use the Pillar of Autumn’s 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 dropships. We’ll launch you—” He consulted with Cortana. “—in five minutes.” “Aye, Captain. We’ll be ready.” “Good luck,” Captain Keyes said, and the
pointed at Fhajad and to the side door. Fhajad moved to the entrance and began to pick the lock. John and Kelly patrolled the warehouse, looking for cameras, dogs, guards, anything they’d have to remove. It was clear. Sam returned with four canteens, which he had, according to their plan, filled with battery acid from the truck. There was a click from the side door and Fhajad gave them a thumbs-up. They gathered near the door. Fhajad eased it open, peeked out the crack, then opened it a little
refitted with improved weaponry was too terrible to calculate. She also realized that staying to fight was not the wisest course. She considered taking on the rest of the Covenant forces; with her improvements to the weapons systems, she might win, too. But it wasn’t worth the risk of the Covenant capturing her refinements to their technology. Cortana fired Ascendant Justice’s aft plasma turrets, and laser-like beams flickered across space. A squadron of Seraph fighters disintegrated as they