18.27 Hours, June 10th, 2187
Grid location: Proxima System, Planet Tethlis, Super Earth Space.
In the battered command center, Jack slammed his fist against the console, his face a mask of frustration and resolve. The dim lighting flickered overhead, casting ominous shadows across the room, mirroring the dire situation outside.
"We need something that changes the game," he muttered, scanning the holographic displays that showed their steadily shrinking defensive perimeter.
Maria, her eyes bloodshot from hours of relentless work, swiveled in her chair to face him. "There might be something," she said, her voice a cautious whisper. "An old orbital defense platform—decommissioned, but it might still have a functional weapon system."
Jack's eyes narrowed. "Get it online. Now."
Out on the battlefield, the air was thick with dust and smoke. Elena coughed, wiping grime from her face as she ducked behind a shattered wall, barely avoiding a spray of alien fire. She glanced over at Carlos, who was reloading his rifle with practiced haste.
"They're not letting up," he yelled over the cacophony of blasts and gunfire. "Whatever you're going to do, do it fast!"
Elena nodded, her communicator crackling to life. "Hold just a bit longer, Carlos. We might have a surprise for our friends."
Back in the command center, Maria's fingers danced across the controls, her brow furrowed in concentration. "I've got a signal," she announced, her voice tinged with disbelief. "It's weak, but it's there. I just need a few more minutes to bring the platform online."
Jack stood beside her, watching the screens as dot after dot blinked out—each one a position overrun, a unit decimated. "You've got one shot at this, Maria. Make it count."
The ground troops hunkered down, enduring the relentless assault. Carlos peeked over his cover, firing off rounds whenever a target presented itself. Beside him, a young recruit, eyes wide with fear, clutched his weapon.
"Just keep shooting," Carlos advised, clapping the soldier on the shoulder. "Focus on your training. We'll get through this."
Elena, rallying her squad, shouted orders, her voice hoarse. "Keep them engaged! We need to give the command center time!"
Suddenly, the ground shook with a new, more powerful force. Everyone paused, looking around in confusion and hope.
Up above, the sky lit up as the dormant orbital platform came to life, its targeting lasers seeking out and finding their marks. A deep, thunderous boom echoed across the battlefield as it unleashed a devastating barrage upon the Terminid forces.
Carlos stood in awe, watching as explosions tore through the enemy ranks. "Holy hell," he breathed. "Maria did it."
Elena, her face lit by the light of the blasts, allowed herself a tight smile. "Not just yet," she cautioned. "Let's see them recover from that."
On the battlefield, the tide began to turn. The Terminids, caught off-guard by the sudden orbital onslaught, faltered, their lines breaking under the unexpected fury.
Jack watched the displays, a grim satisfaction settling over his features. "Keep pressing, everyone. This is our chance to push them back for good."
As the orbital platform continued its barrage, hope flickered among the human forces, a fierce determination to seize this chance to turn the war in their favor.