Halo: Evolutions, Volume I

EXTERNAL CAMERA 6-K, UNSC DESTROYER JERICHO / 0317.235



HOURS MARCH 2, 2494 (MILITARY CALENDAR)



Eighteen Ares missiles streaked silent through space, leaving feathered plumes of gray smoke behind. For twenty seconds they remained on course tracking the Callisto . The enemy vessel moved on a vector directly aligned with an asteroid the size of Manhattan.



The Callisto then rolled, her engine cones flaring white hot, as she executed a slingshot orbit to the far side of the cratered rock.



The missiles split their unified trajectories, each one independently optimizing the best targeting solution, and left eighteen smoky trails that looked like giant fingers reaching out into the dark . . .



as if clutching the asteroid.



They never hit.



For the blink of an eye a new sun appeared in the 26 Draconis system.



A wash of white filled the screen . . . which coalesced to a boiling center of ultraviolet.



A nuclear device had been buried in the asteroid, facing outward. It blasted the rock apart, vaporized and shattered iron and ice, and spewed forth a shower of molten metal and plasma—a tide of destruction that rushed into the UNSC battle group.



It hit the Buenos Aires , which had been leading the charge. Her antennae and MAC trajectory sensors boiled away . . . as the cloud enveloped her in seething energies . . . from which she did not emerge.



A chuck of spinning rock hit the Las Vegas —a glancing blow, but enough to crumple her side and bend the ship‘s hull twenty degrees—she careened backward, venting atmosphere from a dozen



ruptured decks.



A cloud of tiny molten fragments hit the Jericho —eventually killing all forward momentum, until she spun slowly backward in space, lights winking on and off.



Camera 6-K spun as well—but in the distance still tracked the prow of the Callisto —unscathed as it angled out of the plane of the asteroid field, and turned toward them.



A chunk of iron-silicate rock appeared for a split second in the field of view—moving directly into camera 6-K.



Static.



EXTERNAL CAMERA 6-K FEED TERMINATED



0329 HOURS MARCH 2, 2494 (MILITARY CALENDAR) \ UNSC



DESTROYER LAS VEGAS PATROLLING 26 DRACONIS SYSTEM



BRIDGE LOG (PRIMARY, VIDEO, SPATIAL ENHANCEMENTS=TRUE)



Shards of shatterproof plastic tumbled through the air on the bridge. Captain Lewis, tethered to his chair, hung, arms limp. One emergency light burned and tinged everything bloodred. Commander Rinkishale‘s body twisted at unnatural angles, floating, and in the strange light looked like an insect trapped in amber during its death throes.



The only stations active were nav, comm, and one winking panel on the otherwise static-filled weapons station.



Second Lieutenant Cole remained at his station, belted in to his seat, his legs wrapped around the pedestal for good measure. His hands flew over the nav controls, checking and rechecking.



― Buenos Aires destroyed, sir," Cole reported, his voice cracking. ―I‘m reading a debris field along her last reported vector. There‘s too much radiation . . . but I think the Jericho has come about to engage the Callisto . Reading multiple missile locks. I‘m not sure from whom."



Second Lieutenant Cole waited for his orders.



And he waited.



He then turned and looked . . . and saw his dead captain and commander . . . and the rest of the motionless bridge crew.



He unbuckled himself and moved to each checking for vitals—finding only Lieutenant Jorgenson still breathing, and quickly tying a tourniquet above her bleeding calf.



He tapped the comm station, cleared his voice, and said, ―Any medical personnel, any fire teams on decks four, five, or six—report to the bridge." He looked about once more, taking the carnage in, and then added, ― Any crewmen who can get up here, do so immediately."



From the flickering weapons station a shrill alarm sounded, confirming missile lock on the Las Vegas .



Cole yelled into the comm, ―All hands brace for impact! All crew brace—"



The bridge shuddered.



For a split second the air condensed into fog, then explosive decompression blasted out the atmosphere.



BRIDGE LOG OF THE UNSC LAS VEGAS (PRIMARY, VIDEO,



SPATIAL ENHANCEMENTS = TRUE) / TERMINATED



0332.091



0348 HOURS MARCH 2, 2494 (MILITARY CALENDAR) \ UNSC



DESTROYER LAS VEGAS PATROLLING 26 DRACONIS SYSTEM



CAPTAIN‘S LOG (AUDIO)



{TRANSFER CONTROL CODES ENABLED PER MIL JAG



ORDER TR-19428-P}



Captain Lewis and Commander Rinkishale are dead. The rest of the bridge crew are either



incapacitated or dead.



I, Second Lieutenant Cole, Preston J. (UNSC Service Number: 00814-13094-BQ), do hereby



assume command of the UNSC destroyer Las Vegas and responsibility for the actions detailed henceforth .



Emergency bulkheads are in place on the bridge and the additional breaches on decks one through eight and eleven through fourteen have been contained. Decks sixteen and seventeen remain



evacuated and cannot be repaired.



The Shaw-Fujikawa drive is offline. Primary and secondary reactors are offline. There was a major spike in the primary system. Radiation containment protocols are in effect.



We are dead in space.



I have been trained to follow the rules and regulations and enforce our laws.



And even when I broke those rules—it has been to uphold a higher honor.



Now I am faced with a choice: Break those rules, discard honor, or lose. No—this has nothing to do with winning or losing. I must break the rules and my honor or die. Or all the crew will die.



With so many lives at stake, I have no choice.



I have ordered our missile silos‘ doors shut.



I have signaled our unconditional surrender to the insurgent-controlled ship Callisto and requested immediate aid for our wounded.



They won‘t be able to resist the prize of a UNSC destroyer. They won‘t fire. They‘ll answer the distress signal.



END ENTRY CAPTAIN‘S LOG \ UNSC LAS VEGAS



EXTERNAL CAMERA A-4, UNSC DESTROYER LAS VEGAS \



0406.335 HOURS MARCH 2, 2494 (MILITARY CALENDAR)



Callisto’s prow approached the port side of Las Vegas and slowed to a full stop five kilometers away—with her missile silo doors open.



After three full minutes Callisto moved closer and turned so that the two ships were abeam: Cargo Bay 5 on the port side of the Las Vegas aligned with Cargo Bay 3 on the starboard side of Callisto .



Robotic tethers reached from Callisto , groping over the crumpled armor of the Las Vegas , until they found purchase.



The arms pulled the Las Vegas within a few meters. A hard docking collar extended from the Callisto —large enough for three trucks side by side to roll across—and fitted to the side of the Las Vegas .



Orange safety lights strobed along the passage as the seal was established, the interior pressure equalized, and the links locked and checked.



Incoming comm on alpha channel from Callisto : Las Vegas, prepare to be boarded. Offer no resistance and we will evacuate your injured to Lawrence Space Station. Any tricks and we open fire.



Comm (alpha channel): This is Las Vegas. Understood. None of my crew will fire.



A moment passed and then more strobe lights flickered along the Callisto ‘s flank, indicating her cargo bay doors opening.



A second shudder traveled the length of the docking passage—from the Las Vegas into Callisto .



On the port side of Callisto explosions blossomed outward from inside , obliterating her midsection from decks fourteen to three. Armor plates and bodies tumbled into vacuum . . . along with plumes of gray-green reactor coolant.



Both ships spun out of control.



The docking passage between the destroyers strained and twisted—and the connection snapped.



Atmosphere continued to pump out of Las Vegas ‘s bay, propelling her farther from the now crippled Callisto .



The armor on the aft quarter of Callisto glowed dull red as her fusion reactor and secondary fission reactor ran rampant and melted.



Thrusters on the Las Vegas puffed so she matched the pitch and roll of the enemy vessel . . . but turned so her prow faced the enemy‘s obliterated midsection.



Missile silo doors on Las Vegas opened.



Transmission (alpha channel): This is Las Vegas. You are ordered to immediately seal missile doors and open Security Port 347 and allow our computer to take control of your vessel. Comply—or I will blast your ship in two.



ANALYSIS



The UNSC was not prepared for brutal ship-to-ship combat in the early years of the insurgency.



The light destroyer class, for example, had none of the armament one recognizes as standard today.



The titanium-A armor and magnetic accelerator cannons, however, would soon be developed as



industrial priorities shifted from building . . . to killing.



More problematic, however, was the application of those new technologies to three-dimensional battles in the vacuum of space.



The use of nuclear weapons in the battle with Callisto was not expected. It was believed that fissile detonations in space were nearly useless. Such detonations are extremely low-yield and produced reduced electromagnetic pulse effect in a vacuum environment (very little bang for the buck, as they say).



But the fact that the insurgency knew this and had planted a nuclear device ahead of time in an asteroid that provided the reactive mass to outright destroy one UNSC ship and cripple two more was an astonishingly forward piece of military thinking.



More amazing, however, was Cole‘s tactical leap of insight. UNSC officers and merchant men of the era had a near-religious reverence for Common Space Law—most especially pertaining to



rendering aid to vessels in distress. The fact that Cole faked a distress signal to lure his opponent closer was both a stroke of genius and a breach of protocol so severe that UNSC CENTCOM



dithered over whether to award him the Legion of Honor or have him court-martialed (ultimately, they did neither, to avoid difficult precedent). Cole‘s moral strategy was drawn from centuries of ambiguity in dealing with the idea of ―enemy combatants" and inhabits a gray legal and ethical area, even in retrospect.



Emblematic of Cole‘s later tactical thinking, we see flexibility with regard to his ship‘s functional design. He had crewmen remove Las Vegas ‘s last Ares missile from its silo and transport it to Cargo Bay 5—where it could be fired directly into the enemy vessel at point-blank range, bypassing her external armor, and destroying her FTL drive and reactor coolant systems.



Cole noted later in his personal log that he would never again be able to send a distress signal in enemy territory. ―No one would believe it," he stated. ―Surrender, quite literally, is no longer an option for me."



The UNSC, the insurgency—all humanity had been awakened from complacency; we were



evolving and learning how to fight again.



Cole was evolving as well, jettisoning antiquated ethical qualms—and learning to do whatever it took to win.