As Luke finished reloading his PLM40, he peeked around the piece of apartment block he was hinding behind. The T-900s began to move up on his position...scanning...their deep red sensors sweeping the area, while they walked towards his concealed form. Just as he was about to run to the next defensive zone, a barrage of fire from somewhere beside him greeted his ears, as 6 seperate missiles were fired from one of the resistance tanks. Upon contact with the T-900s, they exploded, sending shrapnel in every direction and decimating what was left of the wall that Luke was hiding behind. The Terminators went flying, smashing into the ground amid some of their fellow SkyNet. These were, however, Endo-400s, so the Terminators crushed them as they fell. The men inside the tank ushered him inside. Without hesitaion, Luke ran to it, as the T-900s were getting back up; this time there were more of them.
"Sir! We're running low on missiles, we can't get anyone else out until we restock!" the missile gunner shouted over the din of the chaos of battle.
"All units, this is Delta unit 6. We have three survivors, can't get any more out due to lack of ammunition. Someone please assist! There are still at least a hundred men out there. Over." The pilot called into his radio. "Hold on, there's gotta be someone in the area, going back from base to battle who's got the space, Delta 6." An answering transmission said over the radio. "This is impossible! There's only a few vehicles left out there, and we're running low on the supplies down here. There's no-one out there to assist, Delta 6. No-one! Get back to base with the survivors you have. We'll get 'em outta here, over to Nevada if possible. Over." The voice called over the radio again. The tank powered back, behind resistance lines, to base.
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