"Now wait just a minute!" Brooklyn began to defend her guns against Anna's remarks, "Are those the Mark II's? Those were designed strictly for--!!" 

When Sebastian interrupted with the compliments regrading the Mark VI's her breath caught in her throat and she could feel a blush spreading over her cheeks, "Well those were... The point is they're two completely different guns! You can't really compare them like that." she managed to collect herself... Even though she preferred the Mark VI model as well.

The sounds of battle and conflict constantly going off in her headset made her worried and distracted. She wished she could be up there helping. Of course she knew that those three were probably the last people on the planet that needed her help, but still. Brooklyn bit her lip, knowing there was nothing she could do for them and forced herself to remain focused on her own problems. She needed to get out of here. DT was of some comfort. At least she had a little more light and an extra gun along for the ride. An extra gatling gun no less. The girl carefully maneuvered over the centuries of rubbish that had piled up in the subsystems below the city, her little robot companion leading the way and showing her where it was safe to step. DT kept a nice constant pace and made sure to slow down whenever Brooklyn needed it. Every now and again she would make a soft little bleeping noise just to make sure they were staying together. After some time and a good amount of progress, or so it seemed being so difficult to tell down here, she stopped. Her "head" jittered back and forth like she was looking for something. Just then Sebastian contacted them again.

"We're fine," Brooklyn whispered into the comms and listened closely, "Power substation. Got it. I'll see what I can do."

Before she could finish her response DT had come closer to her and was chirping and beeping away quietly.

"Wait, sorry, I didn't catch that can you start over?" Brook asked her.

The bot was silent for a moment then started her chatter over again.

Brooklyn's head was spinning a little bit and she pursed her lips in concentration as she tried to keep up, "Hang on. Wait. A little slower maybe? Uhg, I'm so sorry." Her Morse was rusty to put it in the most forgiving of terms.

After another short moment of silence DT started chirping again, this time at a slower tempo. Brooklyn listened.

"A fort?" the bot beeped a few more times, "Fork," Brooklyn put her face in her hand. DT "nodded" in response, "And you think it goes to an exit? ... Know it goes. Sorry. But why do we have to hurry?... Oh," Brooklyn's voice trailed off into a fearful whimper. She had to think a moment, "Well, thing is we need to look for a power station first. If the turrets upstairs don't get shut off we don't get to Galen," the girl frowned.

DT's "head" swiveled slowly as she seemed to be looking around again. Then she started off down the tunnel, leading the way. When they came to the fork up ahead she turned left.

"So the exit is right, right?" Brook asked. DT chirped. "You'll remember how to get back here right?" The chirp that followed somehow sounded a little more offended than the previous ones.

As they pressed on Brooklyn found herself more and more jumpy. The information that something down here was moving around had her scared at the smallest disturbances and cursing herself for every tiny noise. The hand gripping her pistol was starting to shake. A few turns, a few gates and a few drops had them going deeper and deeper into the system until their lights illuminated a door. It had been broken off it's hinges sometime in the past and leaned back at an angle but still blocked the doorway. DT skipped around the entrance and finally climbed up and through a small opening near the top of the door frame.

"Wait!" Brooklyn hissed. She got no response. Mentally cursing, she assessed how easy it might be to push the door aside. The bottom hinge was nothing but rust and barely hung onto the door. Taking the risk of holstering her pistol she grabbed the door on both sides and made sure she had control of its weight before applying pressure to the bottom hinge. She didn't want to twist it and risk the loud screech it would inevitably make. She wanted to snap it off quietly, prop the door up on the wall and pretend she was never here. Little by little she applied more pressure ready for the corroded metal to break at any second and ready to compensate for the sudden release. Just a little more should-- [i]POP![/i] Brooklyn nearly lost her grip on the door and had to scramble to keep it from tumbling into the room with her on top of it. By some miracle she regained her balance and her silence. The sound had been a little louder than she had hoped for but it was done and she couldn't hear anything else now. She set the door against the wall next to the frame, pulled her pistol back out and headed into the room.

This area must have been huge. All her light illuminated were bits of worked metal, wiring and a few tools spread over the floor and covered in a layer of dust. It couldn't reach any walls. There was a low hum coming from somewhere in here and the quiet scuffing of her feet and the tapping of DT's legs left near inaudible echoes bouncing of obstacles somewhere far in the distance. Something about a massive space in total darkness was somehow worse than a tight space in total darkness she decided. There was an ever so soft chirp somewhere to her right and when she moved the light away it looked like there might be a few very dim patches of glow over there. She made her way towards it cautiously. After what seemed an eternity she finally reached the edge of the cavern and found herself standing before a huge power relay station with DT perched on top, already going to work.

"Good girl," Brooklyn breathed.

She too snapped into action brushing the dust away from the controls and trying to figure out what the purpose of each was. After sometime she found a grid overlaying a map on the wall next to the relay with numbers corresponding to various sets of minor and master switches on the relay. Working quickly Brooklyn found the location of Galen's tower and recited the numbers to DT. She beeped and scuttled about before starting to chatter again. Brooklyn could just make out her silhouette over a dim green glow on the board.

"No, shut everything off. We don't have time for that. Besides, the less power they have the better for us," she ordered. There was a hollow sounding [i]KA-CHUNK[/i] and an audible decrease in the humming being produced by the generators.

"Hey Sebastian," she whispered, "I think we got it. How do things look on--" she could hear ragged breathing. Before she even had time to react she heard frenzied metallic scrambling followed by the unmistakable eruption of a gatling gun. No. She couldn't see to fight! With out thinking she turned and ran from the skirmish. Almost immediately she was caught up on a small piece of machinery laying on the ground and had her feet ripped out from under her. In desperation her hands flew out to catch something, anything to break her fall. One hand snagged what felt like a handle and as her weight yanked on it, it shifted down with another [i]KA-CHUNK[/i]. There was a sudden hum up above them and then light. Blinding light. Still on her knees Brooklyn shut her eyes to keep from being blinded further. A series of deep, hollow clicks ran above and past her, getting further away and with each one she could see more light shining behind her eyelids. She could still hear the fight too. She needed to move. Quickly she pulled herself to her feet and squinted at the ground. She blinked away the blindness and started running again. Looking over her shoulder she could see a haze of bullets ripping through what she hoped were the last of the ghouls all stupidly trying to attack the little robot. The large overhead lights were still turning on one by one on what she could now see used to be a sprawling manufacturing floor. At the other end she was starting to see a massive curved shape. More and more lights clicked on and it came into focus. Brooklyn couldn't think for a second. The last light snapped on and illuminated it. The sounds of the battle had died. Her jaw went slack and her heart was racing, but not from fear.

"Sweet merciful gods above," she gasped.

DT scrambled up beside her and politely reminded Brooklyn that she had just committed treason and that there were more ghouls coming. Brooklyn turned on her heel and sprinted back for the power relay. This mother fucker was getting turned on if it was the last thing she did.

"That's okay!" she grinned.