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"Ok this is it, readings are hitting their peak, first burst coming.... NOW!"

Stryker barely got the sentence out before the energy blast rocketed out from the exposed reactor core port, a wild rainbow of blue and purple light containing untapped destructive power. It arced out at awkward angles, uncontrollable as wildfire. Truth be told, the crew on board the Revenant were in the hands of lady luck now. An array of bolts shot off the main beam and collided with the floating hunk that used to be the Planet Cracker, blowing wide holes through the shaft and narrowly missing the ship's hull.
"Fuck!" Stryker shouted, the main cannon was too slow, it's laser too dense, to effectively counter the storm of energy. The side cannons were a marginally better option, he reminded the gun crew to keep their trigger fingers ready, to attempt to nullify incoming energy blasts.
"Ok, hiding won't work. If the beams blasted through the surface of the PC shaft, they'll blow craters into anything they touch. Tibulus, take us up to a 60% burn, just fast enough to stay ahead of any trailing beams and slow enough to dodge any sudden obstacle. Take her in wide arcs around the system, honestly, there's not much else we can do until the team plants those bombs and we can get the fuck out of here"

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SAL led the way down a set of stairs to the lower level of the station's main structure, shotgun at the ready. He had plotted a rebuke to Benny's offhand comment about using him as a shield, but in the interest of saving time, he let it go.
"My scan of the station's basic structure indicates a cargo elevator down to the lowest level should be located on the opposite end of this floor" He looked down at Joe "Is that correct?"
Matija... Sandra.... the Mecorian spoke of a broken translator, though perhaps it was sarcasm. He'd gotten used to Grayson's brand of sarcasm across the years, but due to a lack of data and social inputs with these new teammates, he was unable to measure the cadence of her voice.
"I believe Mr. Quincy means to say that when we arrive at the reactor level, we will have to locate the best location for the bombs to cause maximum damage effect. Then we will have make haste with our escape. And if any of us fall behind, he will not consider helping us. Though with his dialect, it does sound much more poetic. I concur with his plan, between our combined technical knowledge and your manueverability, I am confident the captain chose the team correctly, let's move"

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Grayson led the way, letting the radar guide him through the halls. The group rounded a corner to witness a dozen or so Fed troopers running in the opposite direction, towards the gunfire of, presumably, the remaining drones. To his right, Saul looked uneasy, his fingers flexing on the trigger of his flamethrower.
"Fine ya bloody pyro, go get 'em" Grayson said with a dismissive wave. The hulking man strode off at a moderate pace, seeming eager to kill again. Grayson watched him wander off then carried on towards the lingering radar signature.
"Ok gang, the ping is leading me right around this next turn" Grayson said, taking point, he walked forward, gun at the ready. He peeked around the corner and breathed a sigh of relief. Amy was alive, standing tensely with a hand on the wall, her armor sprawled out on the floor a few feet away. He walked towards her.
"Amy, ya alright there lass? What happened?"