Halo 4: Prelude

Chapter 1, Part 1

1237 Hours, July 3, 2557 (Military Calendar)
UNSC Infinity, Epsilon Eridani System, approaching high orbit above planet Reach

“After all the combat footage I’ve seen of the battle, I almost expected to still see parts of the planet on fire.”

Commander Thomas Lasky leaned on the railing near the primary viewport of Infinity’s rather spacious bridge, inspecting the blackened landmasses that used to be habitable continents. It had been almost five years since Reach had been glassed by the once powerful Covenant military. The fires that had engulfed much of the planet after the Covenant had performed their bombardment had died out long ago, but the scars from that battle could easily be seen with the naked eye. Large swaths could be seen crisscrossing the once habitable landscape - clear evidence of Covenant energy projectors.

Lasky glanced at Captain Andrew Del Rio standing beside him, and watched as the Captain’s eyes flicked back and forth, either taking in the extent of the devastation or as if searching for something. He couldn’t tell which. Del Rio continued to stare out into space for another moment before breaking his gaze and turning to Lasky.

“The Covenant’s efficiency at leveling the surface of a planet was always a gross over-utilization of their fleet’s firepower,” the captain commented. “Had Infinity been completed earlier in the war, I doubt this would have happened to Reach. Millions of civilians and UNSC personnel KIA and more than one hundred warships destroyed. Not to mention a large portion of the remaining SPARTAN-IIs trying to save it.”

In that hypothetical scenario, Lasky had to admit, Infinity probably would have made a significant difference. The ship had taken too long to build however - almost as long as he had been in the service. Starting in the early 2530s, ONI begun acquiring what they at the time had called “emergency prototype technologies,” that they claimed were radical, yet untested design schematics to improve the combat efficiency of UNSC naval vessels. The origins of these technologies had been kept classified, however.

It wasn’t until several months after the conclusion of the war with the Covenant that he learned that most of the technologies found on the ship were reverse engineered from a mysterious and long since vanished alien race called the Forerunners.

Once the ship had finally been completed, it had been well worth the wait. Offensive armaments were nothing short of what the naval brass had deemed “overkill.” At it’s core, Infinity sported a Mk. V super MAC cannon which gave it the ability to utterly decimate any Covenant capital ship in one on one combat. Twenty-four Archer missile clusters with ten launchers each as well as an impressive array of 50mm autocannons handled basic point defense.

That was just it’s array of conventional offensive weapons.

Weapon testing during its final shakedown cruise had not only been impressive but had been a substantial morale boost to the entire navy.

Infinity had been tasked with eliminating the growing human-Covenant black market on Venetzia in August of 2553 following intel that ONI had received. Human insurrectionists would be acquiring a combat-ready Covenant battlecruiser from a rogue faction calling themselves the Storm - an emerging splinter group of the Covenant that still followed the late Prophet’s ideals and the Great Journey.

ONI had decided that it was time to stretch the newly completed ship’s legs. A fully armed Covenant ship in the hands of insurrectionists would spell disaster for the recovery efforts in newly reestablished colonies.

They had been part of a small battlegroup - a couple frigates and a destroyer. Not a significant military force in the least. The UNSC was left with just under a hundred capital ships following the Battle of Earth. Caution was the mandate when faced with possible combat situations. With few shipyards left that were capable of producing capital ships, each vessel and her crew were precious commodities that couldn’t be recklessly thrown into combat situations.

Del Rio had expertly applied this ideology accurately - to the three smaller UNSC ships in his taskforce.

The Storm Covenant had arrived in system with an assault carrier and three CCS-class battlecruisers - one of which they had intended to hand over to the insurgents - and had taken up parking in orbit around Venetzia. After initial recon by an ONI corvette, Del Rio had their escort hold position at the edge of the system while Infinity herself performed the assault.

In more than twenty years of war with the Covenant, the UNSC only ever came out victorious in a naval operation if they outnumbered their fleets by nearly 3-to-1. Twenty years of the development of Infinity turned that fact around in a single skirmish.

Infinity had made a precise slipspace jump from the edge of the system and emerged two hundred kilometers above the Covenant formation - bearing directly down on them.

The ships hadn’t even reacted before a MAC round slammed into the assault carrier, ripped through its engine core, and punched clean through the other side of the vessel. Primary and secondary explosions chained throughout the ship and ripped it apart.

Two of the three battlecruisers by then had activated their shields and sped towards Infinity at high impulse like sharks sensing blood in the water. Their lateral lines warmed and launched a volley of plasma torpedoes in retribution of their fallen comrades.

Ordinarily, UNSC commanders would order evasive maneuvers when facing Covenant torpedoes - their super-hot rounds made Titanium-A battleplate look like tissue paper before a blowtorch.

Lasky wished he could have seen the look on the Covenant’s faces when their torpedoes splashed harmlessly against Infinity’s forward energy shielding. It had to register as a complete shock to realize that their enemy now possessed superior defensive capabilities and that their conventional tactics book against UNSC ships had to be rewritten.

Nothing could have prepared them for what happened next.

The two battlecruisers broke formation a hundred kilometers out from Infinity and maneuvered to port and starboard in preparation for a dual broadside attack. Quick thinking on the Covanant’s part - get out of firing alignment with the MAC cannon and force the enemy to engage with point defense weaponry. Rock, paper, scissors. Covenant weaponry traditionally emerged victorious at close range.

Chapter 1, Part 2

This skirmish was anything but typical as the Infinity possessed two primary weapon types.

ONI had dubbed it a “hard light” cannon. It was analogous to what larger Covenant ships carried and used to great effect to snipe UNSC ships from extreme distances. These cannons however, didn’t rely entirely on supercharged plasma particles like their Covenant counterparts, but instead a mixture of particles, photons and carefully calibrated field emitters that funneled destructive power across great distances to its target. Infinity sported two of these cannons in recessed rotating turrets on the dorsal and ventral surface, giving it almost 360 degree firing capabilities.

Infinity’s AI was quite pleased at the Captain’s order to carve up the port cruiser; her avatar glowed brilliantly as if she was getting to play with a child’s toy for the first time. Her expression of excitement was palpable.

Lights on the bridge dimmed slightly as the dorsal cannon soaked up tremendous power from the ships Forerunner engine core. A brilliant flash of blue-white light bathed the bridge as the cannon fired a stream of radiating energy. The cruiser’s forward shield flashed opaque for just a fraction of a second before failing, allowing the beam to strike the hull. The scintillating beam struck the nose of the ship and reemerged out the starboard ventral side. The beam then flicked upwards and carved a path across the dorsal superstructure, gutting the vessel nose to stern.

The starboard vessel after seeing its companion’s destruction was within five kilometers of their broadside when they broke off their assault in an attempt to flee the system.

Del Rio didn’t have any of it.

Infinity’s starboard side began to radiate red light at a dozen different points as it powered their Hades cannon array. UNSC naval engineers had always hoped to incorporate a starship-sized G6 cannon array aboard a capital ship. Limitations to UNSC starship reactors before the incorporation of Forerunner tech presented a technological barrier that had only been recently broken. Only Marathon-class cruisers had reactors that could power a blast from one of the awesome weapons. Coincidentally, the long charge time required to reach a full power blast with the older reactors meant that the enemy could either maneuver out of the way or target the cannon itself before it discharged, rendering the use of such a weapon ineffective in any realistic combat scenario against the more nimble Covenant fleet.

This was clearly not a problem for Del Rio’s ship as the starboard cannons discharged in sequence fore to aft across Infinity’s hull. Red flashes speared the Covenant ship along it’s ventral surface mid-maneuver as it turned away from its aggressor. The first three pulses overloaded and collapsed their shield array. The remaining volley cratered the doomed ship’s underside and pierced deep into the ship’s interior, leaving very little - if anything - left alive to continue the fight. One final blast from the hard light cannon disintegrated the vessel.

Del Rio had then ordered in the rest of his strike group to take care of ground operations as Lasky oversaw Majestic squad’s mission to capture the remaining CCS-class.

The Admiralty had been quite impressed by the disturbing level of combat efficiency that the ship possessed. An official commissioning ceremony of the ship was scheduled for March 3 of the following year to commemorate the one year anniversary of the end of humanities brief brush with a near-extinction event.

Lasky hadn’t participated in the Battle of Earth. Having been stationed aboard Infinity in late 2551, he had been under a communications blackout while overseeing the final stages of the top secret SPARTAN-IV project. Word had eventually reached the crew that Reach had fallen, but it came as a complete shock to everyone that Earth had almost been lost.

The staggering loss of life and infrastructure in the Sol system nearly overshadowed the fact that the UNSC emerged victorious from the fight and had ended the war. Details about how that had precisely happened were elusive for the first few months, but it didn’t come as a surprise to Lasky when he found out that it had been Spartan-117 who had finished the fight with the Covenant.

To this day that Spartan was one of the few to be listed as MIA.

“After Reach fell, I never thought we’d be re-establishing it as our forward military outpost,” Del Rio said, bringing Lasky out of his moment of introspection and focusing on his commanding officer

“Latest reports suggest that it won’t be fully habitable for at least another twenty-five to thirty years,” the commander added. “The engineer corps have their work cut out for them. Atmosphere and water pollutants are threatening to collapse what little ecology is left down there. Re-terraforming this world won’t be as easy as it was the first time around.”

The captain nodded in agreement as he turned towards the OPS holoprojector center behind him and the commander.

Chapter 1, Part 3

“Boundless Fall?” Del Rio called to the projector station.

Infinity’s AI materialized, standing a foot tall and a centimeter above the display. Her avatar of a studious 21st century graduate student in her mid twenties glowed a brilliant amber as the occasional maple leaf from unseen trees fell around her.

“Yes, captain?”

“Have we received drop off coordinates for our cargo?”

Fall shifted the book bag that rested on her right hip and retrieved a thick hardbound book and began to skim its contents as if processing data. “Receiving final coordinate data from Phoenix Station now, sir. Shall I prepare a course for atmospheric insertion?”

“Affirmative,” he told her. “But I want a full sensor scan of our approach. Keep us clear of any orbital debris. I don’t want any scratches on the paint today.”

So that was what he had been searching for, Lasky concluded. Del Rio had always been a commander that advocated caution when it came to his ship and crew. No unnecessary risks. It wouldn’t have surprised him if that was one of the reasons why Admiral Parangosky had chosen him to command the new flagship.

“Already done. No significant debris larger than seven meters in the vicinity of our projected flight path. Energy shielding is online and should provide complete protection against any incidental collisions. Our boys at Phoenix Station have been busy with orbital clean up,” Fall reported.

“Good. Prepare to deploy the terraforming equipment once we’re in deployment zone alpha,” he told her.

“Understood, captain,” Fall replied as her attention appeared to shift as she looked off towards Phoenix Station. "Wait one, sir. Priority call coming in from a UNSC ship, unknown registry, routed through the station, sir.

Del Rio tuned to Lasky who had a momentary look of puzzlement on his face.

“We’ll take it in the portside briefing room, Fall,” he told her as he and his second in command started to walk off towards a door near the port-aft corner of the bridge. “And continue on approach vector. I want our cargo unloaded ASAP.”

“Aye, captain.”

The door to the briefing room sealed behind them as Del Rio tapped a few buttons on a pedestal mounted in front of a large tactical holoprojector. The display hummed to life and a full size hologram of Vice Admiral Serin Osman sprang into existence in front of them.

The two officers snapped to attention and gave crisp salutes which the admiral returned.

“At ease, gentleman,” she said. “I trust all is well on Reach?”

“Our mission is proceeding on schedule ma’am,” the captain told her. “We are making atmospheric insertion now and will have our cargo offloaded within the next two hours.”

“I need you to have it done in one, captain,” she said. “There’s been a sudden development that demands urgent attention.”

Lasky and Del Rio exchanged an anticipatory glace, wondering perhaps if hostilities with the Covenant had peaked and they were once again facing all out war.

“Ma’am?” Del Rio asked, expectantly.

“Intelligence reports are incomplete at best and the location currently puts it a few hundred light years outside of UNSC territory, but it appears that we found him.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. Him?”

“We received the following distress call almost a half hour ago. A spy of belonging to Thel 'Vadam on a Storm ship forwarded this to the nearest UNSC outpost. Listen for yourselves,” the admiral told them.

Osman punched a few buttons on the tablet in her hand and the speakers in the room began to play static. It lasted only a moment when a female voice began to speak.

“…mayday, mayday…Forward Unto Dawn…immediate evac…one-one-seven…”

It only took a fraction of a second for Lasky to register the significance the last part of what he had just heard. For a moment he could only hear the sound of his heart beating louder in his chest. Forward Unto Dawn? Sierra-117? MIA for nearly five years…could it really be true?

“Admiral, if you would,” Lasky said as his gaze focused on the admiral, “play it again please.”