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Chapter 28: The Reconnaissance Gauntlet, Part 5
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With the crisis averted, Larkin nodded toward the next goal. “Let’s move to the Power Core—and then the Armory,” he ordered. The team readied their weapons, their determination renewed as they headed for their next objective.
“Let's head to the Power Core and then on to the Armory,” said Larkin. The two women nodded and readied their weapons. They headed to the door on the left and made their way to the Power Core; they passed the Armory on the way. As the team walked along the corridors of the station, Colonel Larkin began to hear a faint hum.
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2025-08-14T22:21:39.614ZReply
This is just so good brother. The imagery is perfect and I love the energy showing in the pic of Helena. Fabulous work, keep it up Matt.
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The two soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, but Helena was still breathing hard. “Calm yourself, Helena. It's over.” She slowed her breathing, praying part of Psalm 91:
It is he who will free you from the snare/
of the fowler who seeks to destroy you;/
he will conceal you with his pinions/
and under his wings you will find refuge.
You will not fear the terror of the night/
nor the arrow that flies by day,/
nor the plague that prowls in the darkness/
nor the scourge that lays waste at noon.
A thousand may fall at your side,/
ten thousand fall at your right,/
you, it will never approach;/
his faithfulness is buckler and shield.
Once she was ready she gave a nod to Colonel Larkin.
“Stay sharp and look alive, people. We don't know how many of those drones are left on the station.” Helena and Fairbairn nodded and the trio continued on their way.
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Helena hesitated, gripping her Zat tightly as anxiety surged through her veins. Summoning resolve, she muttered, “St. Nuno, protect me.” She stepped out of cover and aimed, squeezing the trigger. A brilliant arc of blue energy struck the drone, disabling its shield with an audible crackle.
“Fire!” Larkin and Fairbairn shouted in unison, unleashing a flurry of bullets from their P90s. The drone spasmed, then plummeted to the deck with a deafening thud, its metallic core sparking feebly.
Helena staggered back, adrenaline coursing through her. “What... was that?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Larkin exhaled sharply, scanning the drone. “The Goa’uld version of an Imperial Probe Droid. And trust me—this is far deadlier.” Helena nodded, understanding the reference.
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The faint hum grew louder as Larkin led his team through the winding corridor. He raised his hand, signaling a halt. Slowly and deliberately, he crept forward, his P90 ready. The source of the sound came into view—a sleek, spherical machine hovering eerily just above the floor. Its metallic tentacle-like appendages twitched as if sensing its prey, and a glowing yellow sensor swept the area in rhythmic pulses.
Larkin's stomach knotted. “Recon drone!” he barked. “Defensive positions!”
The drone reacted instantly, firing rapid plasma bursts. Larkin and Fairbairn ducked behind cover while Helena stumbled to find refuge. Micro explosions showered sparks across the corridor as the drone advanced, relentless in its pursuit.
Larkin’s mind raced through SG mission reports—Zat blasts could breach shields, but timing had to be perfect. “Helena!” he shouted, urgency tightening his voice. “Zat it, now!”
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