behind densely packed stacks of wooden boxes.
OPS CENTER, ABOARD THE ALAMIRANTA
Touchdown’s fingers were a blur on his keyboard as he activated Tank’s BioMEMS system. He flooded Tank’s bloodstream with endorphins to diminish his pain, and synthetic compounds to keep his body from going into shock from the trauma of the impact.
“Hang on, Tank,” said Touchdown.
Tank’s blood oxygen levels started to fall rapidly. He was hyperventilating, trying to catch his breath after the impact.
“Got the wind knocked out of me,” he gasped.
Touchdown made some adjustments and boosted the oxygenation in Tank’s bloodstream. Then he instructed a small army of nanobots to proceed to the trauma site on Tank’s chest to begin repairing the injured tissue and bone.
“Just sit tight for a few seconds or so,” said Touchdown.
Tank finally began to catch his breath. The chemicals running through his system dulled the pain.
“Okay, I’m going to give you a jolt to get you back on your feet,” said Touchdown. “Here it comes.”
Tank’s BioMEMS system released a series of heavily modified amphetamines into his body. With a rush of energy, Tank roared and jumped to his feet to get back in the fight.
TITAN SIX, SAVAGE BAY
Satisfied that Tank wasn’t seriously injured, Gator turned his attention back to the Dragons firing at them from the opposite end of the cargo bay. He sized up the battlefield, then shifted his position ten meters to the south. From his new vantage point, he could fire on the enemy position at an angle.
Gator placed his squad’s automatic weapon on its tripod and drew a bead on the commando that had taken the shot at Tank.
“Put some steel on that target,” yelled Hawkeye.
The SAW thundered as Gator squeezed the trigger. Every fifth round from the machine gun was a phosphorous tracer that drew lines of white light across the cargo bay. Even in the cavernous room, the sound of Gator’s machine gun was deafening.
OPS CENTER, ABOARD THE ALAMIRANTA
In the Ops Center, Caine watched the battle rage. On the holographic display, the positions of the four Titan Six members blinked red on a schematic diagram of the cargo bay. Numerical counters showing their
GPS
coordinates spun as they advanced through the room toward the enemy positions.
“Hawkeye, you’re low on ammo,” said Touchdown, watching the data feed from Hawkeye’s assault rifle.
“Acknowledged,” replied Hawkeye.
He exhausted the remaining rounds in his nearly spent clip, and then replaced it with a fresh one from his ammo belt.
“Pyro, if you can advance another ten meters and find some high ground, you should be able to direct fire right down on them,” said Touchdown.
“Gator, Hawkeye -- can you give me some covering fire?” asked Pyro.
“Sure thing -- ” and “No problem -- ” came the replies.
The cargo bay erupted again with a heavy barrage of weapons fire. In a storm of sparks and tracer rounds, a flurry of bullets slammed against the metal boxes shielding the Dragons.
With the Dragons pinned down, Pyro ran forward in a low crouch toward another row of cargo containers in front of him. His assault rifle hung from the sling across his back. With a burst of speed, Pyro launched himself into the air, grabbing the upper edge of the nearest cargo container with outstretched fingers.
“Go, go, go!” yelled Hawkeye. His assault rifle added to Titan Six’s suppressing fire, pouring round after round on the Dragon’s defensive positions.
Pyro grunted as he pulled herself up using only the strength of his arms. He swung a leg up, then wrestled his body over the edge and onto the top of the cargo container.
OPS CENTER, ABOARD THE ALAMIRANTA
Quiz studied the holographic image of the cargo bay as it slowly rotated in the Ops Center. He sat up abruptly. On the ceiling on the cargo bay, Quiz could see the tracks of the Rail Lift System that ran the length of the gigantic room.
“Wait a minute
OPS CENTER, ABOARD THE ALAMIRANTA
Touchdown’s fingers were a blur on his keyboard as he activated Tank’s BioMEMS system. He flooded Tank’s bloodstream with endorphins to diminish his pain, and synthetic compounds to keep his body from going into shock from the trauma of the impact.
“Hang on, Tank,” said Touchdown.
Tank’s blood oxygen levels started to fall rapidly. He was hyperventilating, trying to catch his breath after the impact.
“Got the wind knocked out of me,” he gasped.
Touchdown made some adjustments and boosted the oxygenation in Tank’s bloodstream. Then he instructed a small army of nanobots to proceed to the trauma site on Tank’s chest to begin repairing the injured tissue and bone.
“Just sit tight for a few seconds or so,” said Touchdown.
Tank finally began to catch his breath. The chemicals running through his system dulled the pain.
“Okay, I’m going to give you a jolt to get you back on your feet,” said Touchdown. “Here it comes.”
Tank’s BioMEMS system released a series of heavily modified amphetamines into his body. With a rush of energy, Tank roared and jumped to his feet to get back in the fight.
TITAN SIX, SAVAGE BAY
Satisfied that Tank wasn’t seriously injured, Gator turned his attention back to the Dragons firing at them from the opposite end of the cargo bay. He sized up the battlefield, then shifted his position ten meters to the south. From his new vantage point, he could fire on the enemy position at an angle.
Gator placed his squad’s automatic weapon on its tripod and drew a bead on the commando that had taken the shot at Tank.
“Put some steel on that target,” yelled Hawkeye.
The SAW thundered as Gator squeezed the trigger. Every fifth round from the machine gun was a phosphorous tracer that drew lines of white light across the cargo bay. Even in the cavernous room, the sound of Gator’s machine gun was deafening.
OPS CENTER, ABOARD THE ALAMIRANTA
In the Ops Center, Caine watched the battle rage. On the holographic display, the positions of the four Titan Six members blinked red on a schematic diagram of the cargo bay. Numerical counters showing their
GPS
coordinates spun as they advanced through the room toward the enemy positions.
“Hawkeye, you’re low on ammo,” said Touchdown, watching the data feed from Hawkeye’s assault rifle.
“Acknowledged,” replied Hawkeye.
He exhausted the remaining rounds in his nearly spent clip, and then replaced it with a fresh one from his ammo belt.
“Pyro, if you can advance another ten meters and find some high ground, you should be able to direct fire right down on them,” said Touchdown.
“Gator, Hawkeye -- can you give me some covering fire?” asked Pyro.
“Sure thing -- ” and “No problem -- ” came the replies.
The cargo bay erupted again with a heavy barrage of weapons fire. In a storm of sparks and tracer rounds, a flurry of bullets slammed against the metal boxes shielding the Dragons.
With the Dragons pinned down, Pyro ran forward in a low crouch toward another row of cargo containers in front of him. His assault rifle hung from the sling across his back. With a burst of speed, Pyro launched himself into the air, grabbing the upper edge of the nearest cargo container with outstretched fingers.
“Go, go, go!” yelled Hawkeye. His assault rifle added to Titan Six’s suppressing fire, pouring round after round on the Dragon’s defensive positions.
Pyro grunted as he pulled herself up using only the strength of his arms. He swung a leg up, then wrestled his body over the edge and onto the top of the cargo container.
OPS CENTER, ABOARD THE ALAMIRANTA
Quiz studied the holographic image of the cargo bay as it slowly rotated in the Ops Center. He sat up abruptly. On the ceiling on the cargo bay, Quiz could see the tracks of the Rail Lift System that ran the length of the gigantic room.
“Wait a minute
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