Space E-war

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Grievous walked inside the ship, almost immediately coming across a corridor that split two ways. Turning to Dare, he growled, "Please tell me you have a schematic of Dalek ships?" The ODSTs simply looked around awkwardly, Rookie shaking his head and leaning against the wall. Grievous sighed and continued. "I guess our only option is to split up. As long as one group finds the power generator and can blow it up, we can get rid of this ship in no time." Dare nodded. "Sounds like a plan. Sergeant, take Rookie and Dutch and go with Grievous. I'll go with Mickey and Romeo." Grievous turned to Spectre. "Go with Dare. I can handle myself for awhile, and Lissarkh and these three will be more than enough to handle anything we come across."

Back in the room they had just left, a couple of Daleks entered, seeing the destruction. They radioed to the commander, who angrily replied, "Repair any Terminator that you can! I will handle these interlopers!"

[TyrannoTitan]

Spectre remained silent, ready to follow this 'Dare' further into the ship to finally destroy the thing. Regardless of its destruction, there were still many Daleks as well as Marican machines surrounding the planet...to Spectre, the destruction of the ship would do little to liberate the planet...

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"Captain, before we leave, do you have any evacuation plan?" Dare nodded. "Romeo will use the explosive charge. We'll need at least to blow the generator, but it has a timer. We should have time to escape before it blows. Hopefully, it won't harm the tower." "And what if we find the generator instead?" asked Grievous. "Rookie has a charge too." "Very well. Once this ship is down, it should confuse the Daleks long enough to take care of the rest of them with the ships currently near the planet. Any remaining enemy troops on the surface will be taken care of by a ground assault. Now, let's get a move on." The cyborg marched down the left corridor, followed by Lissarkh and the ODSTs. Dare led the rest down the other hall. "So, Spectre, mind telling us a bit yourself?" she asked. Romeo muttered to Mickey, "Great, more stuff for ONI to slurp up..."

[TyrannoTitan]

"No." Spectre responded, not exactly keen on telling his life story-said story being rejected by him completely-during such a dangerous time...

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Dare shrugged. "Fine then..." They continued on, Mickey and Romeo chatting amiably behind their comrades...

"Commander, they are heading towards Hangar B." The Dalek commander looked at the security screens, watching Dare and her group through security cameras. "Is there anything in there that hasn't been sent out yet?" "A single HK Assault Tank, sir." "Excellent! Activate it, and exterminate them for good!"

Dare's group came upon a large door, but before they could think of an idea to blow it open, the door parted for them, revealing a gargantuan hangar, mostly empty except for a few crates, and in the center, a massive, house-sized machine that sat, inert, on its gigantic treads. "Stay frosty, people," Dare whispered, looking around. "It could be a trap." "Oh, a trap!" muttered Romeo, feigning surprise. "I never would've guessed!"

[TyrannoTitan]

Spectre remained alert and ready, silently questioning his comrades' reliability, especially since they continued to joke about everything, even in such a dangerous place...

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The ODSTs walked into the hangar, weapons raised and watching the empty room warily. Mickey glanced towards the machine in the middle, flinching as its sensor eyes glowed an eerie red. "Captain!" Dare looked towards the Tank as it came to life, the top half of its body swiveling around to face the intruders. "Find cover, now!" The ODSTs all gathered behind a large stack of crates, narrowly dodging a mass of chaingun fire. "Nothing we have is going to hurt that!" shouted Dare. Romeo replied suddenly, "Hell yeah we do! Spectre, you're fast enough to dodge that thing. Keep its attention on you, and I'll plant the charge on it and blow it sky-high." "But what about the generator?" asked Mickey. "My Rocket Launcher can take it out easy. Hopefully. Anyway, just get a move on, Spectre! The sooner we take care of that thing, the better!"

[TyrannoTitan]

Spectre darted out of his cover without a word, second handgun in hand as he bolted around the tank, firing a few bursts of ammunition at the machine before rolling behind another stack of crates...

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The bullets pinged harmlessly off the machine's armor, but it was enough to make it turn and face Spectre's cover, firing a single plasma shell that shattered several of the crates. The tank fired its chaingun in the gap it had made, hoping to hit Spectre that way...

Romeo dove out of cover, running around to the other side of the tank, ending up right next to one of its massive treads. He stuck the charge on the tread's side and began setting it to remote detonation, trying to ignore the fact that a towering behemoth of a machine was right next to him...

[TyrannoTitan]

Spectre rolled out from cover once again, landing in a crouch as he opened fire, aiming at the tank's cannon in an attempt to set off the rest of its ammunition. The armored figure got to his feet, darting around the tank once again...

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The tank's thick armor blocked most of the shots from damaging its cannons, and it continued firing, swiveling the top half of its body to track Spectre as he took cover, a plasma shell detonating right behind him...

"Romeo, are you ready yet?!" shouted Dare over radio. "This isn't the kind of thing you can rush, ma'am!"

[TyrannoTitan]

Spectre moved out from cover once again, opening fire before retreating behind cover, still attempting to draw the machine's attention...

[dinoman666]

Romeo tapped one final button, and the charge beeped. "Got it!" He charged back behind the crates where Mickey and Dare were, then pulled out a remote and hit a button on it...

The charge exploded violently, enough to tear apart the tank's tread, causing the massive machine to tilt backwards, not having any support on one side of its body. The top half of the tank exploded in a shower of sparks as it hit the ground, the sensor eyes growing dim. Romeo whooped, jumping to his feet. "That's how we do it! Hells yeah!"

[TyrannoTitan]

Spectre walked out from behind his cover, holstering his handgun before heading back over to the others. "Are we ready to move on?" he droned, looking around the battle-scared area...

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While Mickey held Romeo down from nearly tripping over himself, Dare nodded. "We're ready. Let's find a way out of here."

Grievous eviscerated another Dalek, breathing hard and occasionally coughing. "It's like they sent every Dalek after us," hissed Lissarkh. "That's probably because we represent the TGDA, and we're most likely near our target." Butch sent this information to Dare, who replied, "Tell us when you find it, and we'll join you." Turning to the rest of the group, she said, "It seems the Sergeant and Grievous have most likely found what we're looking for, but just in case, we're going to keep heading this way, and see if we find anything."

[TyrannoTitan]

Spectre nodded, waiting for the group to get moving once again...

[dinoman666]

As the ODST squad moved closer to the door on the other side of the hangar, it opened, revealing a small squad of Daleks. "Put your hands up!" One barked. The ODSTs, after a pause, reluctantly put their hands up. The Dalek turned to Spectre and growled, "Put your weapons down, or be exterminated! Our commander wishes to speak with you all!"

[TyrannoTitan]

Spectre slowly put his arms up...only to grab the handgun on his shoulder holster, pulling it out with blinding speed, opening fire with the handgun, firing a burst of ammunition at the first Dalek, while firing a few more bursts at the others, the shells designed to have some armor piercing capabilities...

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The gunfire rebounded off the Daleks' shields, and the first fired its weapon, the beam vaporizing Spectre's handgun. "The next one hits you! Keep your hands where I can see them!" Romeo shook his head and whispered, "Who could've thought these big trash cans could put up a fight?"

[TyrannoTitan]

Spectre lowered his hands, away from any other weapon he had, keeping his hands in front of him as well. The armored figure began thinking over a way to get out of the situation...he could care less about the others, but their survival meant easier success for Spectre...