*Dorman and the Fleet outside are holding but the grid is still active and still pounding them... The Dominion have lost a lot with that cannon still firing off blasts... at varying angles. By extensing the barrel like a cone..*
Dorman: Dorman to Dominion forces try and send your fighters after their orbital platforms along with your escorts it may be crazy but we need to last longer with the enemy fleet...
*Sam leads him towards the Command Centre, and Destroyer follows.*
*As they enter another series of maze like corridors another ambush starts and 4 more Titans show up... and they distract Destroyer away while Sam and James scurry away from enemy fire into a room dimly lit...*
James: What is this place..
*They approach the center and a series of odd looking tanks, a foul smell of birthing fluids, and a cinnamon flavor in the air... James feels and knows this smell and he looks to Sam worried as he knows what this stuff is...*
James: Sam how are you feeling.... *Feeling his own prescience grow...*