Halo: The Flood

Halo: The Flood

by William C. Dietz

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ISBN-13: 9780765367303
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 02/28/2012
Series: Halo Series , #2
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 432
Sales rank: 79,571
Product dimensions: 4.18(w) x 8.54(h) x 1.16(d)

About the Author

William C. Dietz is the author of more than thirty novels, including Legion of the Damned, Deathday, and Earthrise.

Todd McLaren was involved in radio for more than twenty years in cities on both coasts. He left broadcasting for a full-time career in voice-overs, where he has been heard on more than 5,000 TV and radio commercials, as well as TV promos, narrations for documentaries on such networks as A&E and the History Channel, and films.

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C0127 Hours (Ship’s Time), September 19, 2552 (Military Calendar) / UNSC Cruiser Pillar of Autumn, location unknown.
The Pillar of Autumn shuddered as her Titanium-A armor took a direct hit.
Just another item in the Covenant’s bottomless arsenal, Captain Jacob Keyes thought. Not a plasma torpedo, or we’d already be free-floating molecules.
The warship had taken a beating from Covenant forces off Reach and it was a miracle that the hull remained intact and even more remarkable that they’d been able to make a jump into Slipspace at all.
“Status!” Keyes barked. “What just hit us?”
“Covenant fighter, sir. Seraph-class,” the tactical officer, Lieutenant Hikowa, replied. Her porcelain features darkened. “Tricky bastard must have powered down and slipped past our sentry ships.”
A humorless grin tugged at Keyes’ mouth. Hikowa was a first-rate tactical officer, utterly ruthless in a fight. She seemed to take the Covenant fighter pilot’s actions as a personal insult. “Teach him a lesson, Lieutenant,” he said.
She nodded and tapped a series of orders into her panel—new orders for the Autumn’s fighter squadron.
A moment later, there was radio chatter as one of the Autumn’s C709 Longsword fighters went after the Seraph, followed by a cheer as the tiny alien ship transformed into a momentary sun, complete with its own system of co-orbiting debris.
Keyes wiped a trickle of sweat from his forehead. He checked his display—they’d reverted back into real space twenty minutes ago. Twenty minutes, and the Covenant picket patrols had already found them andstarted shooting.
He turned to the bridge’s main viewport, a large transparent bubble slung beneath the Autumn’s bow superstructure. A massive purple gas giant—Threshold—dominated the spectacular view. One of the Longsword fighters glided past as it continued its patrol.
When Keyes had been given command of the Pillar of Autumn, he’d been skeptical of the large, domed viewport. “The Covenant are tough enough,” he had argued to Admiral Stanforth. “Why give them an easy shot into my bridge?”
He’d lost the argument—captains don’t win debates with admirals, and in any case there simply hadn’t been time to armor the viewport. He had to admit, though, the view was almost worth the risk. Almost.
He absently toyed with the pipe he habitually carried, lost in thought. It ran completely counter to his nature to slink around in the shadow of a gas giant. He respected the Covenant as a dangerous, deadly enemy, and hated them for their savage butchery of human colonists and fellow soldiers alike. He had never feared them, however. Soldiers didn’t hide from the enemy—they met the enemy head-on.
He moved back to the command station and activated his navigation suite. He plotted a course deeper in-system, and fed the data to Ensign Lovell, the navigator.
“Captain,” Hikowa piped up. “Sensors paint a squadron of enemy fighters inbound. Looks like boarding craft are right behind them.”
“It was just a matter of time, Lieutenant.” He sighed. “We can’t hide here forever.”
The Pillar seemed to glide out of the shadow cast by the gas giant, and into bright sunlight.
Keyes’ eyes widened with surprise as the ship cleared the gas giant. He had expected to see a Covenant cruiser, Seraph fighters, or some other military threat.
He hadn’t expected to see the massive object floating in a Lagrange point between Threshold and its moon, Basis.
The construct was enormous—a ring-shaped object that shimmered and glowed with reflected starlight, like a jewel lit from within.
The outer surface was metallic and seemed to be engraved with deep geometric patterns. “Cortana,” Captain Keyes said. “What is that?”
A foot-high hologram faded into view above a small holopad near the captain’s station. Cortana—the ship’s powerful artificial intelligence—frowned as she activated the ship’s long-range detection gear. Long lines of digits scrolled across the sensor displays and rippled the length of Cortana’s “body” as well.
“The ring is ten thousand kilometers in diameter,” Cortana announced, “and twenty-two point three kilometers thick. Spectroscopic analysis is inconclusive, but patterns do not match any known Covenant materials, sir.”
Keyes nodded. The preliminary finding was interesting, very interesting, since Covenant ships had already been present when the Autumn dropped out of Slipspace and right into their laps. When he first saw the ring, Keyes had a sinking feeling that the construct was a large Covenant installation—one far beyond the scope of human engineering. The thought that the construct might also be beyond Covenant engineering held some small comfort.
It also made him nervous.
Under intense pressure from enemy warships in the Epsilon Eridani system—the location of the UNSC’s last major naval base, Reach—Cortana had been forced to launch the ship toward a random set of coordinates, a standard procedure to lead the Covenant forces away from Earth.
Now it appeared that the men and women aboard the Pillar of Autumn had succeeded in leaving their original pursuers behind, only to encounter even more Covenant forces here . . . wherever “here” was.
Cortana aimed a long-range camera array at the ring and a close-up snapped into focus. Keyes let out a long, slow whistle. The construct’s inner surface was a mosaic of greens, blues, and browns—trackless desert, jungles, glaciers, and oceans. Streaks of white clouds cast deep shadows on the terrain below. The ring rotated and brought a new feature into view: a tremendous hurricane forming over a large body of water.
Equations again scrolled across the AI’s semitransparent body as she continued to evaluate the incoming data. “Captain,” Cortana said, “the object is clearly artificial. There’s a gravity field that controls the ring’s spin and keeps the atmosphere inside. I can’t say with one hundred percent certainty, but it appears that the ring has an oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere, and Earth-normal gravity.”
Keyes raised an eyebrow. “If it’s artificial, who the hell built it, and what in God’s name is it?”
Cortana processed the question for a full three seconds. “I don’t know, sir.”
Regulations be damned, Keyes thought. He took out his pipe, used an old-fashioned match to light it, and produced a puff of fragrant smoke. The ring world shimmered on the status monitors. “Then we’d better find out.”
Sam Marcus rubbed his aching neck with hands that trembled with fatigue. The rush of adrenaline that had flooded him when he’d received Tech Chief Shephard’s instructions had worn off. Now he just felt tired, strung out, and more than a little afraid.
He shook his head to clear it and surveyed the small observation theater. Each cryostorage bay was equipped with such a station, a central monitoring facility for the hundreds of cryotubes the storage bays held. By shipboard standards, the Cryo Two Observation Theater was large, but the proliferation of life-sign monitors, diagnostic gauges, and computer terminals—tied directly into the individual cryotubes stored in the bay below—made the room seem cramped and uncomfortable.
A chime sounded and Sam’s eyes swept across the status monitors. There was only one active cryotube in this bay, and its monitor pinged for his attention. He double-checked the main instrument panel, then keyed the intercom. “He’s coming around, sir,” he said. He turned and looked out the observation bay’s window.
Tech Chief Thom Shephard waved up at Sam from the floor of Cryostorage Unit Two. “Good work, Sam,” he called back. “Almost time to pop the seal.”
The status monitors continued to feed information to the observation theater. The subject’s body temperature was approaching normal—at least, Sam assumed it was normal; he’d never awakened a Spartan before—and most of the chemicals had already been flushed out of his system.
“He’s in a REM cycle now, Chief,” Sam called out, “and his brainwave activity shows he’s dreaming—that means he’s pretty much thawed. Shouldn’t be long now.”
“Good,” Shephard replied. “Keep an eye on those neuro readings. We packed him in wearing his combat armor. There may be some feedback effects to watch out for.”
“Acknowledged.”
A red light winked to life on the security terminal, and a new series of codes flashed across the screen:
>WAKE-UP SERIES STANDBY. SECURITY LOCK [PRIORITY ALPHA] ENGAGED. >x-CORTANA.1.0--CRYOSTOR.23.4.7
“What the hell?” Sam muttered. He keyed the bay intercom again. “Thom? There’s something weird here . . . some kind of security lockout from the bridge.”
“Acknowledged.” There was a static-spotted click as Shephard looped in the bridge channel. “Cryo Two to Bridge.”
“Go ahead, Cryo Two,” a female voice replied, laced with the telltale warble of synthesized speech.
“We’re ready to pop the seal on our . . . guest, Cortana,” Shephard explained. “We need—”
“—the security code,” the AI finished. “Transmitting. Bridge out.”
Almost instantly, a new line of text scrolled across the security screen:
>UNSEAL THE HUSHED CASKET.
Sam hit the execute command, the security lockout dropped away, and a countdown timer began marking time until the wake-up sequence would be completed.
The soldier was coming around. Respiration was up, ditto his heart rate, as both returned to normal levels. Here he is, Sam thought, a real honest-to-god Spartan. Not just any Spartan, but maybe the last Spartan. The shipboard scuttlebutt said that the rest of them had bought the farm at Reach.
Like his fellow techs, Sam had heard of the program, though he’d never seen an actual Spartan in person. In order to deal with increasing civil turmoil the Colonial Military Administration had secretly launched Project ORION back in 2491. The purpose of the program was to develop supersoldiers, code-named “Spartans,” who would receive special training and physical augmentation.
The initial effort was successful, and in 2517 a new group of Spartans, the II-series, had been selected as the next generation of supersoldier. The project had been intended to remain secret, but the Covenant War had changed all that.
It was no secret that the human race was on the verge of defeat. The Covenant’s ships and space technology were just too advanced. While human forces could hold their own in a ground engagement, the Covenant would simply fall back into space and glass the planet from orbit.

Copyright© 2003 by William C. Dietz

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Halo: The Flood 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 105 reviews.
Enzo DeGiorgio More than 1 year ago
I thought i knew all about the flood and what happened but, ... wow i dint know a lot. This bookk rules!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the Halo franchise more than anything. I reserved a copy of Halo 4 in April of 2011. I love the connection between this and Halo CE. I can remember parts of the campain that are put in even more description the seeing it in the game. This is my third time reading the book i liked it so much. The quality of anything Halo is extaordinary. I cant wait until the book to continue Halo: Grasslands comes out. I recomened reading Halo: Ghosts of Onyx, it is my gavorite book. I also recomened playing Halo 3. It is a level of epicness that can not be achieved by anything else. "Hell Chief, it'll take more than a few alien horror show freaks to kill Sargent A.J. Johnson" - Seargent Avery J. Johnson to Spartan John-117, the Master Chief.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Started on animals then went to humans who ate other humans then turned into the flood,for morre on the flood read halo crytum in the forerunner saga
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I like it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Its the best book in the series p,s like ckicken
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book! Tells you just what happened on instalation 00!
Bennett Herlihy More than 1 year ago
Omg, I've been playing halo for years and I never knew!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Must read for Halo fans
Phillip Foley More than 1 year ago
I love to read about halo
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Im gonna get this book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good read, like reading the game.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
IF YOU OR A LOVED ONE HAS MESOTHELIOMA IN THE PAST 5 YEARS , YOU MAY BE ENTITLED TO A________
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awesome book. Its a quick read. The action isn't as long or as intense as the game but if you are a true fan at heart the imagery will pull up mental clips of your gameplay. I loved it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Welcome reclaimer to this comment, my logic proccesor calculates that if you have engaged in the act of halo gameplay there is a 99.9% chance you read this in my voice. im hoping we will meet in installation 00 at some point, your species is most intriguing. a rare find a species like yours is. I want you to tell me everything, foods, metabolism, anatomy, culture, mating habits, government and law system, everything. Thank you for your time reclaimer! - 343 Guilty spark, 237.00167 fourth of hadrioks winter (Foreunner calander)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Elijah evans?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Such a good book. Stays loyal to the game.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was worse than I thought it would be and I now offically like red vs blue more than halo
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've played the halo games but the books are outstanding!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Also for any sci-fi readers. It may be based on a game but its a great sci-fi read even if you never heard of halo.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Five stars.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The real weapons to fight the flood are of the following: Shotgun (floodlings) Gravity hammer (flood infected)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
THE BEST WEAPONS AGAINST THE FLOOD ARE:THE ENERGY SWORD AND SENTIAL BEAM,BECAUSE IT MAKES SURE THEY STAY DEAD FOREVER!!!!!!!!AMEN!!!!!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What halo do you have to beat?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
IF YOU BEAT HALO ON LENDENDARY ITTL SHOW MC S FACE
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Pretty cool book