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The main team, after scouting the halls to minimal resistance, would find a sealed door into Ring 2, The Upper Biological Research Labs, an identification card would be required to pass, one with level 5 security clearance. The group they had just faced was regular infantry, and we'll skip the rest of the fighting and just say that the Yaits Infantry had gotten their asses kicked.

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As for group two, they would find themselves in pharmacuetical research. Midway between Ring 1 and Ring 3. The hall up ahead would be halt and take a turn to the right, through a series of labs were drug testing was done. The infantry group, which had not managed to stop their breakout from the vents, was retreating backwards along the halls. They knew the terrain better, and kept appearing in the labs ahead to harrass team bravo with supresive fire before leaving and turning up in another lab.

Ether Shield: 80%

Another barrage of missiles exploding. Another cloud of smoke. Omega still remained. How many missiles were left? Omega thrust out it's hand and sent the giant ball of crimson energy shooting down at the Pentagon like a falling star. The energy ball had the destructive power of a five-hundred-pound bomb. At most, it'd likely destroy an entire section of the Pentagon, if not a majority of it's armor.

Once again, a hundred Nibelheim intercepter missiles would activate to lessen the effect of the blast. They wouldn't be a significant help, as they weren't designed to stop attacks of that magnitude. Three missile launchers would be blown away, turned to scrap metal. The entire top structure shook as if it had been hit by a 6 magnitude earthquake. The attack would leave a nasty crater in the top of the structure, cement crumbling away to reveal the first level of defense, a twenty-five centimer layer of refined steel layered with a mixture of titanium and depleted uranium. There seemed to be some sort of energy feild running through the metal, adding additional reinforcement.

The remaining 600 Svendari missiles in the city, fired on the Omega from all directions once again. Followed up by an attack from a full formation of 15 Mig29's as they passed overhead, each plane releasing it's entire arsenal of four air to air missiles as soon as they were in range and attempting to streak by at full speed (About Mach 2) to survive, breaking formation to increase surviveability.

((Hugin, Stranger, Go ahead and auto-kill your way through until you reach the barricade surroundings every entrance into ring three. Destroy some stuff, find a few dead chimera's, destroy a bunc of turrets and regular infantry, and watch out for trip wire. The real fight doesn't even begin until you approach Ring three.))

The main team had a fairly straight path to the Third Ring, with the attack outside, the turrets were all acting on auto mode with no tactics, as the tech men had other problems. The regular infantry and security would be in the way though, had nothing better to do. And those damn security hatches, each one thicker than the last and requiring higher degrees of access.

The secondary team would have a long haul through turrets and sandbagged hallways, other than that, there would be no real surprises.

While the Omega was occupied with the jets, a stubby 500mm cannon, BIG MOMMA emblazoned on both sides, rose from a hatch at the center of the pentagon, turning quickly toward its target. It looked like a massive empty bowl fed by wires and tubes which reeached into the protected cannon feed under cover of the massive fortress wall. It fired a massive beam of charged particles directly upon the center Omega weapon. The massive and sustained burst of charged particles could be kept active for a maximum limit of two minutes. The force of the blast hitting the weapon was likely to move the mobile suit back, violently as well. It only needed a little more than thirty seconds to eat the ether sheild for breakfast, and if it succeded in totally draining the sheild, it would disintigrate through the armor in a couple seconds max.

General Bakkar wringed his fingers at the one remaining video feed. Watching weapon in hopes Big Momma would come through. Throughout the pentagon it would go dark, the sentry guns would cease working, and all secured doors would remained locked. all available power feeding BIG MOMMA. As long as they didn't get too close to the maximum limit, they could, in theory, stop the gun at any time, sheild it, and bring it down for recharging. If it came through, one minute and it would be stopped regardless, the General didn't want to overplay his had, and exhaust what might be his best weapon.

The people in the control room shook, hoping against hope.

Omega was thrown back by the force of the beam, taking a big chunk of it's shield along with it. It would ride back against the beam's push for a moment, before warning alarms would begin going off as the Ether Shield began reaching critical low levels, dipping below 20%. With a boost from it's engines, Omega broke away from the massive beam's push, banking around swiftly to come around to the cannon's side, flanking it. Omega would come down upon Big Momma, straddling it, planting it's feet on the roof of the building, wrapping one arm around the huge bowl-like barrel and pulling up, while the other arm would be cutting away at the wires and supports for it, trying to rip it out of the hatch it came out of and possibly - finally - gain forced entry into the building.

To a series of closed hatches as thick as the buildings main armor and fully protected by a strong energy feild. The pentagon would regain only emergency lighting as the beastly cannon began its charging cycle all over again, it would take a half an hour of charging and fine tuning before the cannon proto-type was even ready for another round.

There would be no cheers in the control room as auxilary power came back online, only muffled cursing. General Bakkar slumped over the panel, sweat beading over his forehead, despair setting in, the thing had taken a direct hit from one of the best damn weapons they had and it didn't even suffer a scratch.

"Its okay sir," a young woman at the controls said, smiling,"The cannon will be ready in a half hour, we'll try it again. For, Ymiristan!"

"I'm glad somebody is optimistic," Bakkar said, "Fine, 25% power to the armor sheilds, 75% to the cannon then. We'll give it another go if the defenses hold out."