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Before the moment could linger, Helena’s sharp instincts kicked in as a eerie hum returned just as the team exited the power room. Helena froze mid-step, her instincts flaring. “Down!” she shouted, diving behind cover. Fairbairn slammed herself against the console as Larkin lunged behind the glowing Naquadah core.
The drone erupted into the room, plasma bursts narrowly missing Larkin. One shot grazed his arm, eliciting a sharp gasp of pain. Helena’s pulse quickened as she steadied her Zat. With trembling hands, she aimed and fired. A crackling pulse disabled the shield once more, the drone’s movements faltering briefly.
“Now!” Larkin yelled, clutching his wounded arm but still resolute. Fairbairn popped out of cover, her P90 roaring as the Colonel joined her. The drone shuddered under the barrage, finally collapsing in a heap of sparking metal.
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The image of the woman firing the weapon turned out really well. Well described action part.
Fairbairn moved to inspect the remains while Helena sprang into action, unhooking her pack and retrieving the first aid kit. Kneeling beside Larkin, she worked swiftly, applying antiseptic and bandaging his arm with practiced ease.
“Just a flesh wound,” she assured him, her tone calm despite the residual adrenaline in her system.
Larkin winced but managed a smile. “I’ve endured worse. You handled yourself well, Sister.”
Helena nodded, her confidence bolstered by his praise. Fairbairn rejoined them, her expression grim. “No telling how many more of these drones are still lurking,” she warned.
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