Undercoverseeke
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Lieutenant Theresa Bragg crouched down behind the ragged slab of metal that served her team as a makeshift cover, listening to the staccato sounds of gunfire from beyond it. A nervous thrill filled her as she listened to the captain of their squad bark orders, ordering this group to draw the monstrousity's fire, this group to try to move in to flank it, Jenkins to try to actually aim when he fired his plasma cannon this time...
She nodded occasionally to show she was listening, but inside her gut clenched. Stories of the War Machine -- as the scientists who had survived discovering it called it -- had circulated far beyond this star system, telling how it had somehow risen from the wreck of a battlefield during the Sirius Quadrant Civil War several years ago. No one knew just what warped alien civilization had created it, or how it had been reactivated after lying inert for who knew how long, but one thing was clear... it was a sadistic killing machine, and it would terrorize both sides of the war until it was shut down.
"Tess! Ready?"
She scowled but nodded. "Ready, sir."
"Then move out. And Tess... don't do anything stupid."
"I'm already doing something stupid," she murmured as she crept out from behind their cover. She hated this plan -- being used as bait while the men fired at the thing. So sexist. But the War Machine was known for targeting women, for some strange reason -- the lifeless corpses of nude women it left strewn in its wake was testament to that fact. Was it specifically programmed to hate female life, or had it simply developed a perverse twist in its programming somewhere along the way? Who knew?
She stepped out onto the battlefield, ignoring the squads of war combatants still firing mindlessly away at each other some distance away. They were unimportant... only the Machine, inevitably drawn toward the sight of a battle and the appearance of a female, mattered right now.
She nodded occasionally to show she was listening, but inside her gut clenched. Stories of the War Machine -- as the scientists who had survived discovering it called it -- had circulated far beyond this star system, telling how it had somehow risen from the wreck of a battlefield during the Sirius Quadrant Civil War several years ago. No one knew just what warped alien civilization had created it, or how it had been reactivated after lying inert for who knew how long, but one thing was clear... it was a sadistic killing machine, and it would terrorize both sides of the war until it was shut down.
"Tess! Ready?"
She scowled but nodded. "Ready, sir."
"Then move out. And Tess... don't do anything stupid."
"I'm already doing something stupid," she murmured as she crept out from behind their cover. She hated this plan -- being used as bait while the men fired at the thing. So sexist. But the War Machine was known for targeting women, for some strange reason -- the lifeless corpses of nude women it left strewn in its wake was testament to that fact. Was it specifically programmed to hate female life, or had it simply developed a perverse twist in its programming somewhere along the way? Who knew?
She stepped out onto the battlefield, ignoring the squads of war combatants still firing mindlessly away at each other some distance away. They were unimportant... only the Machine, inevitably drawn toward the sight of a battle and the appearance of a female, mattered right now.