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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
TIME:DATE RECORD [[ERROR]]ANOMALY\Date
Unknown\ Captured Covenant flagship Ascendant Justice, in
anomalous Slipspace bubble.
Admiral Whitcomb stood on the bridge of Ascendant Justice.
He gripped the edges of the railing that encircled the central
raised platform and watched the sea of fire on the wall displays.
They were stuck in this pocket of Slipspace, trapped like an
insect in amber as lines of plasma crisscrossed the region.
Enemy fire vanished and reappeared, smearing the blue fog of
Slipspace with crimson streaks of glowing energy. Molten
chunks of metal, the broken pieces of Covenant ships, streaked
past the cameras—comets that thudded into their hull.
There was another danger in the blue fog: ghost ships that ap-
peared and faded from sight... more than half of them disabled,
engulfed in fire, or their hulls broken. How many of those Cove-
nant craft were still capable of engaging Ascendant Justice"!
How many could they take out before they risked the jump back
to normal space?
Lieutenant Haverson stood next to him. The young man was
invaluable for his tactical assessments and knowledge of the
Covenant. He was a bit too cautious for Whitcomb's taste—
though the trait was to be expected in an ONI officer, he sup-
posed. Still, the young Lieutenant had shown enough backbone
to stand up to him. The kid definitely had some potential.
A square on the holographic controls morphed into the tiny
figure of Cortana.
"Sporadic plasma and mass impacts along our hull, Admiral,"
she reported and crossed her arms. "Atmospheric integrity down