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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
2000 hours, September 12,2552 (revised date, Military
Calendar)\Aboard hybrid vessel Gettysburg-Ascendant
Justice, station-keeping in Eridanus system.
Admiral Whitcomb, the Master Chief, Fred, and Lieutenant
Haverson bounded off the elevator and onto the bridge of the
Gettysburg.
Cortana's image nickered on the holographic pad near the star
map. "Covenant cruiser is only two hundred thousand kilome-
ters away," she reported. "Closing fast on an intercept course."
The Admiral barked orders: "Fred, take the Engineering sta-
tion, Haverson on NAV, and Chief, you're on Weapons Station
One; get it up and running and see if there are any systems we
overlooked. Lieutenant, move us away from the enemy on
course one-eight-zero by two-seven-zero."
"One-eight-zero by two-seven-zero, aye," Haverson replied.
He strapped himself into the NAV station, and his fingers danced
over the controls. "Coming about, Admiral."
Gettysburg-Ascendant Justice turned and moved deeper into
the asteroid field.
The Master Chief stepped up to Weapons Station One. He was
cross-trained on the weapons ops system of every class of UNSC
warship, but he'd never actually fired any shipborne weapon be-
fore. The MAC gun on this frigate was one of the largest weapons
in the human arsenal. He wished they had rounds for it—he
would've given anything to launch one of the six-hundred-ton de-
pleted uranium projectiles at that Covenant cruiser. He carefully
tapped commands on the keyboard, and the darkened screen