There was only one conceivable reason this lone Covenant destroyer would turn tail.
Lash told Lieutenant Durruno, "We're going bright. Increase speed to flank. Hold your course."
"Sir… ?" She leaned over her controls. "Aye, sir."
Lash keyed SHIPCOM to Engineering. "Lieutenant Commander Cho, drain the Slipspace capacitors and route the power to engines. I want them one hundred thirty percent hot."
What had felt like victory on the bridge a moment ago faded and Lash's officer again appeared wary and weary.
There was silence over the SHIPCOM and then Cho replied, "Routing power now."
The Dusk was out in the open, and Lash was violating the first rule of any prowler captain: stay hidden.
But every instinct he had screamed that the Covenant wouldn't be this easy to defeat, and that they'd overlooked something of vital importance.
Admiral Patterson's seven ships chased after the single Covenant vessel. They vanished as the Dusk arced around the planet.
Lash returned to the captain's chair and uneasily settled into it.
Waters stood next to him and whispered, "Tell me you know what you're doing, Richard."
Lash leaned forward and said nothing.
"Coming up on the dark side of Onyx in fifteen seconds," Lieutenant Yang said. "Ten… five… three, two, one."
The planet's nighttime face appeared on every viewscreen, dark save the glimmering clouds on the edge of twilight.
"Hot spot!" Yang shouted. "On the horizon: twenty-seven degrees north, one hundred eighteen east. Recalibrating thermals to cut though atmospheric distortion."
On the main viewscreen a wavering image resolved into twenty Covenant warships— climbing at flank speed through the atmosphere—on an intercept vector toward Admiral Patterson's fleet.
Lash jumped to his feet. "Cut engine power to one-third," he said. "Reenable stealth protocols. Come to new bearing: polar orbit. Get me a clear sight line to the Stalingrad."
"New heading, aye," Lieutenant Durruno said, her voice straining as she calculated the orbit. "Brace for correction burn at one-third power."
The Dusk pitched and tilted into a polar alignment. Engines rumbled and the prowler arced up toward the ice caps of Onyx.
"Zenith in twenty-three seconds," Durruno said.
Lash tuned to Lieutenant Commander Waters. "Action report."
Waters's gaze was already locked onto his display. "Nothing. Covenant fleet is ignoring us."
Lash should have been relieved; they could have destroyed the Dusk with a few laser shots. Going dark was the right thing to do. But despite his years of training in evading the enemy, Lash wished the Covenant had turned. It might have given Patterson a few extra seconds to see what was coming.
He waited fifteen seconds—the most agonizing quarter minute of his life—watching the clouds, landmasses, and oceans of Onyx pass under his ship.
The Dusk finally crested the pole and the stars—as well as Admiral Patterson's fleet— reappeared on the forward screen.
Only a hundred kilometers apart the UNSC vessels fired all magnetic accelerator cannons and launched a volley of Archer missiles at the Covenant ships racing toward them.
The meteoric rounds blazed through the atmosphere leaving smoking scars.
Lasers flashed from the Covenant ships destroying incoming missiles, but they couldn't stop the point-blank-fired MAC slugs.
Seven MAC rounds struck the two lead destroyers in the Covenant line, shattered their shields, dented the armor, and pounded through hulls, crippling the vessels so they aborted their attack run as they were caught in the planet's gravity pull. One ship's engines flared, overloading as its captain attempted a survivable landing. One lone destroyer, however, spun in orbit, its forward momentum neutralized.
A victory. Lash knew it would be short-lived.
The enemy outnumbered them almost three to one with superior weapons and defensive shields. And the proximity of a gravity well meant Patterson was backed into a corner. It would be a slaughter.
Plasma erupted from the Covenant fleet that looked like a solar flare as it boiled through the vacuum of space toward the UNSC ships.
Patterson was no fool. He didn't attempt to evade at this range. Instead the engines of his ships heated and they angled into a lower orbit—accelerating into the attack.
This would do nothing to stop guided plasma, but they'd emerge going much faster, possibly fast enough to avoid a second attack.
The plasma tracked the UNSC ships as they dove. A split second before it impacted, energy projectors lit on the Covenant ships and dazzling beams of pure white radiation illuminated Patterson's ships—so bright, the scene froze for an instant, burned in Lash's retinas.
Explosions and showers of molten titanium filled the view-screens and rapidly expanded into a cloud of sparks and smoke and the tumbling cracked husks of UNSC ships.
Miraculously five human warships rocketed from the center of this destruction, streaming fire and venting atmosphere— thundering into the heart of the Covenant fleet.
A UNSC destroyer, Iwo fima, grazed a Covenant carrier three times its size, deflected off its shields, and careened into two other Covenant destoyers. The UNSC vessel erupted from inside, reactor overload and single nuclear warhead detonated in an act of self-destruction.
The fireball enveloped eight nearby enemy ships… of which six survived behind their shimmering energy shields.
The Covenant fleet was in disarray, slowed and paused to regroup.
Patterson's ships continued to accelerate and arc around to the far side of Onyx.
They had survived… at least for one more orbital pass.
"Additional contacts," Yang said. He half stood from his seat and hovered over the sensor board. "Rapidly ascending from the planet's surface. Intercept course for the Covenant fleet."
Lash's heart sank into his stomach. "Reinforcements," he said.
Yang was silent, studying his display, and then he said, "No, sir. Look, on your screen."
Lash tuned the tiny captain's chair display toward him and examined a ship silhouette.
The computer extrapolated a rough three-dimensional model of three boons, and a sphere with no connecting structures.
"They're three meters stem to stern," Yang said. "Passive radar is picking up thousands of them."
The main viewscreen snapped to a medium-orbital vantage and Lash watched as a cloud of the tiny craft coalesced into three octahedral shapes.
The Covenant ships turned toward this new threat, abandoning their pursuit of Admiral Patterson's battle group. Lateral lines heated and plasma barrages arced toward the approaching alien formations.
Fire rained upon the leading eight-sided construction and an energy shield coalesced that looked like gold-dappled water. The plasma hesitated there as if caught in a magnetic field. It heated to yellow-, white-hot, and then tinged blue and ultraviolet. The plasma melted though the shield, and then passed harmlessly inside the formation.
"Plasma capture?" Waters whispered in awe. "That's a hell of a trick."
The spheres within the alien formation glowed, and from each, scintillating beams shot through the atmosphere toward the Covenant ships comprising the leading edge of their fleet.
A hundred energy beams penetrated Covenant shields and sliced through their hulls.
The superheated plasma inside the alien formation then streamed along the beams, coiling and writhing snakelike, and painted the damaged Covenant ships, vaporizing hulls, melting decks and superstructures like they were plastic film.