5بخش

Six hundred meters.

There.

Shit!

Jig’s up, here they come.

Give me full power.

Man the gun turrets, every goddamn one of them.

Go!

Ghost, you’re the best gunner we have, go with them.

Morpheus, take his place.

I’m coming, baby.

Here they come.

Slow down, this ain’t the Logos.

Hang on to your lunch, here we go.

Holy Christ, l didn’t know this ship could do that.

Breach!

The dock is breached!

Knuckle up!

For Zion!

Shit.

Come on, let’s go.

Knuckle up!

Reload!

Reload nine!

Go, go!

Move, move!

Watch your left!

Don’t let them through!

Zuka!

Oh, my God.

Where the hell’s my infantry?

I want that goddamn machine taken down!

Dig this!

Oh, shit!

Yeah!

Bogey two at the breach point!

Goddamn it!

Shit, she’s got a fat ass.

Keep them off me!

Christ, there’s a shitstorm of them.

Captain, you see that?

They’re after the radio.

Stop them!

Damn it!

Yeah.

Grab my belt.

Just give me one clean shot.

Damn it!

Charra!

l got incoming!

We got a dock full of incoming!

Yes, sir.

But this is different, sir.

What?

I think it’s one of ours, sir.

That’s impossible.

Holographics are trying to confirm.

Contact them.

I want access codes.

We’re trying, sir.

There’s no response.

It’s a trick.

That’s not one of ours, it can’t be.

That’s a mechanical line.

No one can pilot mechanical.

Forward aft, 30 degrees at 80 percent.

Thirty degrees, 80.

Lower starboard 60 degrees, 20 percent.

Sixty degrees.

Shit!

Come on, keep up!

l’m trying!

Sir, holographic confirms.

It’s the Hammer, sir.

How can that be?

It’s under attack, sustaining damage.

At present velocity, it’ll reach Gate Three in 12 minutes.

Their EMP could take out every sentinel.

It’d take out more than that.

It’ll wipe out our defense system.

We blow an EMP inside, we lose the dock.

Sir, we already lost the dock.

Open the gate.

Gate Three is not responding!

We’ve taken critical damage, sir!

We’ve lost control!

We can’t open it!

There’s the exit.

On my mark, give me full power 90 degrees to lower-left starboard.

Full power ninety degrees.

Now!

Hold on, baby.

Goddamn, woman, you can drive.

We ain’t home yet.

What about the gate?

Sentinels are inside the dock.

Are we too late?

How many APUs are operational?

Thirteen, sir.

Get me the one closest to Gate Three.

Reload!

He’s pissing metal.

Go!