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Dominion Overture | GI Dominion of Brentaal IV Hex

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Location: City Barracks and Arms Depot
Companions: Small Battle Group of the 202nd Legion
Amaris Tanenat
Gala Geert Gala Geert
"My hero? And here I am trying to be the hero to the civies inside" He muses into the coms as a smirk spreads across his lips. His eyes would shoot upward as a trail of smoke would fall followed by a sudden explosion from where the smoke landed. Tracing the smoke back he'd see that two of the civies had set up a mortar on the roof and were loading another shell in to unleash on the horde. "Dear gods I hope they know how to aim that thing.."

"So what's the plan hero?" he'd call out over coms, bringing the rifle up and unloading another magazine into the beasts below as they clambered up the rock and rebar. He knew this was a losing battle, there was no way they had nearly enough ammunition to last them through the entire cities population, and with the noise they were making they were certainly bringing in a large portion of that population. The original plan was to try to evacuate the civies and supplies into orbit, begin dropping it where it was needed via spaceship but he had underestimated just how many zombies there were and how ready and willing they were to swarm any movement and sound.

The man next to him would try to reposition as he fumbled a magazine, lose his footing on the rubble, and fall screaming into the horde, vanishing beneath a swarm of bodies. "Please tell me it means less of that." Bronze would growl as he would attempt to keep his cool, losing it now would only lead to more deaths. "That mortar has three more shots max, and we have enough ammo to keep this going for... thirty more minutes? It's a rough estimate but it's the best I've got." He hoped that this random "hero" did indeed have a saving plan.
 
Location: Local warehouse - West City
Tags: Loske Treicolt Loske Treicolt

This was...not what he was expecting to do when Steve signed up to start work as a pilot under the Grayson Imperium. They'd all gone their own ways, him and his siblings. Truthfully, being a part of the military, not his first choice. But it was either this or trying to figure out how to make something off his tech knowledge, and that wasn't going very far. So here he was, staring at a sea of...well zombies. He was still in training on that, and right now, well, he figured this better count as training. If it didn't help him get a ship faster than he wasn't sure what would.

The tech enthusiast wore a basic helmet, rebreather and night vision. His own. And held a blaster pistol in his right hand, the cybernetic one, making what recoil the weapon had next to nonexistent in regards to aiming. He was personally rather impressed with the design, the self recharging firearms were additionally useful, allowing him to keep firing as long as he made sure his shots were accurate enough.

Fortunately, he wouldn't be on his own in any way in this one. And he was aiding Loske Treicolt Loske Treicolt , a force wielder. He tried to keep some fire on the approaching hordes, which...rather disgusted him. And disturbed him. But the main ally here was the jedi, he wasn't a battlefield expert. He was good, but he was good because he had good reflexes and a robotic arm that made a shield generator. Not everyone had that advantage. He heard the mechanic respond to Loske about holding up the barrier she'd made, and where the "birds were." He was told they had to move fast, he gave a quick nod, "I can do fast." he responded. With that simple statement the boy activated his rocket boots, using them in bursts to send himself darting towards the warehouse. He hoped she could keep it up just long enough for him to get inside and get it started, from there everything should be smooth sailing.

Getting it running should be easy, he knew most systems and even when he didn't, they usually had the same internal designs so all you had to do was check for the controls. He'd chuckle a little, but this was a pretty serious situation. No time for being a jokester just yet.


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Helmet with rebreather and night vision.
Two rec-dc-04-feverwasp-pattern-particle-blaster-pistols
Plastoid armor upper chest piece
Rocket_boots
Cybernetic Holt Arm.
 

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Amaris practically blushed at her comment. Her cheeks burned even more at the reaction that Gala had. A perched hand, a long, slow eye roll. And even a vocal reaction. Actually, that by itself was a great thing. She usually just rolled her eyes and generally didn't speak much. Amaris really must've done it to get a dramatic eye-roll AND a comment.

Naturally, Amaris' only reaction was a nervous giggle. At least the soldier seemed to take her... Weirdness? Well enough. "I mean, we can all be heroes," she commented somewhat shyly in return to his statement.

Either way, Amaris was on her way - and already on the next roof, her feline instincts kicking in as her feet danced briefly on the roof. Her blaster aimed, shots firing at the zombies towards the back. It was, kind of at least, safer on the roof. Until they started piling up... But at least then it was just a matter of keep moving.

A plan though? Uh... Yeah, she hadn't really gotten that far into her heroism. In fact, she had no freaking idea of what to do. Survive till' they could get out wasn't exactly a recipe for hope or being a hero. She leaned over the edge as she fired a few more shots. "Who needs a plan when heroes are about?" She said with a nervous giggle once more. Force help, Gala was going to kill her with the power of an immense eye-roll...

"Less of them is the plans, yes. Can you guys get to the roof?" The plus was that the roofs were not far apart. The con was that they could still fill in and go up the stairs... But if they could get off everyone out and off of that building, maybe they could signal for it to get bombed or something.
 
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Location: Vuultin City // I.S.V. Ashaton // Airborne
Tags: P Placeholder 0128 Jack Anderson Jack Anderson Ryv Ryv Leon Gallo Leon Gallo
Amaris Tanenat Gala Geert Gala Geert


As the Nox-class corvette levels out in front of the apartment complex Dak jogs down the ramp toward the balcony, flanked on either side by two armoured SIA operatives. When the group reaches the end the agents lock themselves into position with their mag-boots, preparing to extract the refugees. Dak, however, bounds forward, clearing the short gap and railing to land on the platform and in the middle of the panicked group.

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Remain calm," he announces flatly, magnetically locking his rifle to his back as the small crowd swarms around him, pleading and begging the automaton to rescue them "we must be careful, but quick. Climb the railing and board the vessel one at a time." The two operatives closest to the balcony lower their weapons and prepare to offer their hands while the other two behind them remain on guard, weapons at the ready.

One of the men points through the window frantically, where a group of seven -- two families and an extra, by a quick examination -- can be seen desperately attempting to barricade their front door.

"My wife and son!" he screams, banging on the glass with an open palm to get their attention "Kalaya! Thamas!" Dak nods to him and places a hand on his shoulder, gently nudging him toward the railing to focus on the corvette.

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I will get them," he affirms, "board the vessel." Without time to hear an additional plea or protest, he turns and pushes his way through the crowded balcony to move inside the small apartment. Before disappearing within, he can hear the agents start to beckon the survivors to board over their helmet's integrated vocoders.

<<Okay, one at a time. Nice and easy. Let's move.>>

Dak approaches the group, moving between them and the furniture pile building up to block the doorway. His presence clearly puts them even more on edge, with most backing away out of fear or shielding their children from him. "
We are with the evacuation team," he begins.

A woman interrupts him before he can continue "What the kriff is going on?! They're killing everyone!"

Again, before Dak can respond, another man chimes in. "Where is the rest of the army?! Our city is being torn apart! Slaughtered!" His voice shows more fury than fear, but an assessment of his vitals makes the droid determine it is more likely an adrenal response than outright anger.

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There is no time to explain in full. Our forces are with the Imperium, we are here to aid," his attention switches to the balcony window, making sure there are no issues as the group outside boards the loading ramp and are brought into the ship "For your safety we must evacuate immediately. I will explain what I can aboard."

"What about the others in the building? There were other survivors on the floor below us."

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We will do wh-" a single thud at the door cuts the droid off and he reflexively snaps around. Abruptly, the door starts to rattle under the strain of ravenous pounding and scratching, accompanied by muffled hisses and screeches from the other side. The Brentaalan in the room are thrown back into a fit of panic, sobbing and screaming for their lives.

Dak quickly takes his BR-212 back into his arms, aiming at the blockage in anticipation of the hordes eventual breach.

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You must get to the ship. Now."
 
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Objective: Save Civilians
Location: South Vuultin city, Apartment complex


The first three floor had been packed into the roof and top floor, and the doors were cracking under the strain of the horde. Leon knew he needed get to the first floor to help hold off the horde. up the evacuees were restless. The transport had just come back, and was loading. More support would be needed, and soon. as the ship left, Leon reassessed his situation.


Even when the entire building had been moved to a higher floor, the evacuation from the roof would be difficult. The horde could overrun the defenses and slaughter the civilians. He only had 20 men with him, and those 20 could only do so much. Leon looked out at the Civilians, whose lives had been torn apart. They'd mostly be leaving to somewhere they knew very little about, and they would never be able to forget any horrors they saw today. The young Jedi made his decision and spoke.



"Listen up! While we are working hard to clear the lower floor, and we should have the last floor coming up soon. from there, my men and I will be on the first floor to hold off any breach. If, we should fail to hold there, we will have to withdraw to the top floor to defend you all. To do that, we need a barricade to stop the monsters fro overwhelming us. We don't have time to build it ourselves, so I ask you all to build one. Furniture, baggage, anything you can use""



At first, Leon's words had little affect on the uneasy crowd. Luckily, a male voice yelled out "You heard the man! Get to work!" The refugees began to stir into motion, pulling furniture out of the top floor dwellings. No one was there to protest, as the last of the top floor dwellers left on the transport.


While the civilians began to move, Leon called down to his men. They needed to start evacuating the first floor before the monster broke the doors. After the fourth floor was emptied, they were to start on it. Leon then went downstairs to help.


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Location: Brentaal IV // Local Planetary Space // I.S.V. Radiance
Tags: P Placeholder 0128 Gala Geert Gala Geert Amaris Tanenat
Bronze Steve Holt Steve Holt Leon Gallo Leon Gallo Jack Anderson Jack Anderson



One by one Imperial warships begin to emerge from hyperspace in formation within the proximity of Brentaal IV. Moments after the last of the line ships arrive, the lead vessel of the 1st Anaxsi-Imperial Battlefleet -- a hulking battlecruiser known as the I.S.V. Radiance -- snaps into realspace at the rear.

The Junior Sensors Officer is the first to call out from the crew pit, "All vessels from the Response Task Force are accounted for, Sir!"

"Spacial anomaly detected,"
the Communications Officer hollers immediately after "something is interfering with our transceivers. We're losing them, Sir."

The brow of the decorated officer at the head of the command walkway wrinkles into a scowl. This explained why they hadn't heard any news of this event sooner, but it also brought many other questions to the High Admiral's mind. The situation lacked the tell-tale signs of a frequency jammer and, quite frankly, the idea didn't make sense to him anyway. What purpose would such a coordinated, brutal attack serve?

Cassius folds his arms and begins to tap a finger against his bicep as he scans over the bronzed surface of the planet. "Have the Chief Flight Officer dispatch transport craft and gunships to the planet's surface," he orders to the Steward at his side "broadcast an emergency notice through their loudspeakers and relay our arrival to the Tepasi Legion and local forces."

"Yes, Sir."
the young 2nd Lieutenant responds quickly, excusing himself with a snap salute.

"Helmsman, move the Radiance to the front of the line and advance toward the planet. The fleet will converge on our position," the High Admiral pauses for acknowledgement, which comes almost immediately. "And try to re-establish some form of communication between our ships."


"Of course, Sir," the comms officer calls back "we are exploring alternative options."

Cassius tightens his lips and begins to twist the hair at his chin with his fingers instinctively, pondering the situation at hand. Despite his experience, any sign that could point toward what was happening here eluded him -- and this troubled him greatly.

 
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Gala could only click her tongue in response to the irritating chatter over their shared frequency. She would have rolled her eyes, but the scope of her weapon required her focus if she wanted to keep shattering foreheads.

The building the 202’s were in was one rooftop away from Amaris, putting them two rooftops away from Gala. “If you can last twenty minutes, evacs are supposed to be in atmosphere in t-minus thirteen.” That was an approximate. Last update she’d received was fifteen minutes and she hadn’t checked her chrono since. Been a bit busy. The buffer was because women and children first.
She lifted one hand to her ear, adjusting her weapon in her thigh and taking a break from unleashing salvo after salvo “We’ll make noise in the back alleys, whatever you’ve got, draw the attention of the hordes away from you and the evacuation coordinates. Some... parkade.” Figures the Sons Of Ession and Jedi would be evacuated first. The rest had to survive until it was their turn. “They seem attracted to heat, vibrations and audio.”

Once more she stepped back from the edge of her corner, and clicked the safety back on her rifle before making a concerted effort to run and leap to the rooftop the cat-eared communications expert was on. She landed with an unglamorous grunt, and collapsed to her knees.
As she did so, the skyline started to shadow with the promise of reinforcements. And for the first time in months, the marilian’s mouth twitched happily.

Amaris Tanenat / Bronze
 
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The other pilot in training took off at the sound of opportunity, and Loske referenced the kid's aptitude for instruction cheekily to her stubbourn AI-driven droid.

Frank refused to board with the civilians evacuating in the final shuttle, and the roaring of their engines meant they weren't waiting to the Jedi and the astromech to reach a mutual agreement on who did what, where. Their bickering was as endless as the sea of rotting flesh on skeletons outside. "Ugh, you're such a pain sometimes!" The girl grimaced, her arms giving way to a shake that had been only a tremble previously. "Get your go-go boots and rocket after him, then." She scowled, the taxing endeavour of extending herself into a shield was beginning to take its toll and her prowess was waning by the second. Frank hooted something that was a mix of testy and supportive, and whirled away after Steve Holt Steve Holt , activating his own fire-fuelled advantages.

Alone amongst the dead, Loske let her exhaustion culminate in her arms, temporarily folding them inward before snapping them back out in telekinetic burst that knocked several off their feet and over one another. She didn't linger to watch the effects though, and instead did what she could to augment her speed and run from the terrors that gathered at the doorway, clawing over one another at the luscious scent of flesh and fresh blood. Her legs pumped with adrenalized speed, and she skidded to a stop in the hangar the engineer had suggested. Frank was shaking at the feet of a rough-looking starfighters. Makeshift X-Wings, as luck would have it. Quickly made, lightly armoured. Perhaps restored from battles of Brentaal's past.

Invisible tendrils wrapped around the droid and lofted him up between the two deflector shield heat sinks, and she moved herself quickly, almost shooting past the ladder, but an extension of her palm that looped around the vertical rod swung her to the rungs and she quickly scaled them like a cat. A well-practiced exercise, but usually without the pressure of a flood of the undead behind her. They were only tens-of meters away at this point.

The ship was slow to start, the screen tired and dull, only showing black and white statuses of the ship's engines and primary systems.

"We're up and out. If the readings are blue outside, let's light up the streets." Loske comm'd over to her companion, who seemed to be settling in his fighter similarly. Their ammunition was low, probably enough for just one run, and the fuel was about half of what it should be. Not optimal conditions, but better than sitting around on the ground. "These creatures don't register on the heat readings as red. If we see anything warm, hold your fire. I don't trust the aim of these canons.."

With a few practiced skitters over the dashboard, Loske's engines sputtered to life, jolting and belching her forward and upward to break through the roof of the warehouse. The noise was attractive to the undead, and they increased their velocity and flair for piling on another - creating an attempted mountain to claw and scratch at the nimble fighter taking off from the plateau of the warehouse.
 
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Location: Vuultin City // Misc. Apartment Complex // 7th Floor
Tags: P Placeholder 0128 Jack Anderson Jack Anderson Ryv Ryv Leon Gallo Leon Gallo
Amaris Tanenat Gala Geert Gala Geert


The banging grows more aggressive as more arrive, desperately trying to force their way into the apartment. Dak takes a few steps backwards, following a few meters behind the Brentalaan survivors as they hurridly move to the balcony and scramble for the corvette awaiting them. With more and more strength behind each collision the central seal of the door begins to break, and it only takes a few seconds for hands to begin prying to two sides open from there.

A metallic groan echoes through the room as the mechanics of the door grind, along with the groaning and hollering of the horde.

Knowing time was running short and not willing to risk turning his receptors from the imminent danger, Dak speaks out to the SIA team over their shared frequency,
<<K5-Aurek, the entrance is compromised.>>

<<Copy 28. Two more to go.>>


The furniture barricade shuffles forward as the door is opened wide enough for a few of the dead to throw themselves into it. With more starting to cram their way through to claw at the barricade, chairs and other shelves start to tumble down the mound to reveal reaching hands and hungry eyes.

<<One more, 28.>>

Dak squeezes the trigger several times, severing an arm and trying to push a few of the dead at the forefront of the advance back. A desperate attempt to slow what was now inescapable. More furniture starts to shift and fall, until the first of the swarm is able to break through. The droid fires two rounds into the torso, stunting it's advance, but only opening up the path to the next one behind it.

With a movement of his thumb, Dak switches the rifle to its fully-automatic firing mode and presses down the trigger. Precision shots were not going to do any good anymore; he needed as much firepower as possible. Kinetic-backed laser bolts open up on the mob as they attempt to funnel in, battering them back and temporarily sealing the passage with their corpses.


<<Clear! Move, move!>>

Dak immediately lowers his rifle and spins himself around, breaking into a full sprint to the balcony door. Behind him, the horde bursts through and pursues. With a small hop the droid plants his food on the railing and springs forward to the safety of the Nox's ramp. The two SIA operatives at the end end open fire when the dead swarm out after him, holding them back just long enough for the Ashaton to pull out of range from the building. Still, the dead leap from the balcony after them, only to plummet to the ground below.

Now that everyone was secure, the two agents providing covering fire release their mag-locks and dart up the ramp, allowing it to close behind them.
<<Nice work,>> one speaks through the vocoder, giving the DAC an approving nod. Dak's receptors move to him only briefly to acknowledge his words, but he is clearly distracted by the traumatized civilians that were now gathered in the hangar.

His silent observation is cut short by another familiar voice over a private comms-channel
<<P028, do you copy?>> The voice was that of Lt. Taan, the ship's First Officer.

<<Affirmative. K5 has boarded and secured a group of survivors.>>

<<Good, good. Captain Vod would like you on the bridge. Scanners are picking up gunships with friendly IFF tags. Communications are still dark, but reinforcements may have arrived.>>

<<Acknowledged>>
Dak looks to the SIA operatives and motions toward the survivors "Treat them for any wounds and ensure they receive provisions."

The usual squad leader of the K5 team, though currently acting 2iC, nods in response to the order,
<<Yes, Sir.>>

At that, Dak begins to make his way toward the corvette's bridge.
 
Location: Local warehouse - West City
Objective: Protect the civilians/exterminate the undead
Tags: Loske Treicolt Loske Treicolt

Steve was right about getting the ship controls down being easy, but it was a bit older than he'd like. Not that he hadn't had to deal with old tech before, just not necessarily had to actually fly it. The beings of death were approaching fast as he saw Loske Treicolt Loske Treicolt manage to make her way into a cockpit as well and talk about when to, or not, to shoot. "Fair enough." he said adjusting himself in the seat and getting properly familiarized with everything, off they went. It wasn't quite like the things he was being trained to fly, but they'd work fine. He wasn't getting into a dogfight with the thing, this was basically dive-bombing from what he could tell.

For it's apparent age and sputtering, it certainly felt rather agile, even before he actually took off. It was quick to rise and turn, and that was really going to be the only thing he could keep absolute control over. He just hoped those creatures weren't going to display any extra special traits that would prevent him from shooting them as he began rising into the air, he chuckled just a bit, "Now that's better!" he said aloud, testing the turning and rotational capabilities be sliding to either side and then starting to head almost straight up and spin once, he'd level out, looking at the surrounding area so he could estimate the best route without having to pull up too early, but also getting to drop in early enough to actually do some damage.

They looked blue on the screen, showing no apparent signs of a heat signature among the masses of these...undead beings that seemed in such a rush for flesh. And pulled the trigger to start firing at them as he descended towards them from one side, gritting his teeth and pulling up earlier than he wanted to as he found it fell quicker than he expected, "Ope, no worries. Gonna give that another go." he said rising more and swooping around in an attempt to reorientate himself, he muttered to himself, though this time he waited to see how Loske would act. So that he'd know if he'd have the space to go at the same time as her, or if he should try and go afterwards.


Equipment:
Helmet with rebreather and night vision.
Two rec-dc-04-feverwasp-pattern-particle-blaster-pistols
Plastoid armor upper chest piece
Rocket_boots
Cybernetic Holt Arm.
 
With his Padawan safe, Cedric returned to the line. The tide of death had slowed considerably after having been stopped up at the base of the parking garage. Caught between the Sons of Ession and the convoy below, the cadavers between were moped up rather neatly.
Cedric was not naive enough to think that wasn’t going to change, but it bought them time. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the next batch of civilians loaded onto the transports. Soon there would be no one left to relocate and they could leave this hellhole.
“We need to figure this out,” Cedric murmured as he nudged the head of one of the dead monsters with the tip of his boot. Blackwing has a cure, but it was having little effect. This went beyond a biological affliction.
“Last transport loading up,” one of the men called.
Cedric turned to acquiesce. “Good. Ready to get to the bottom of this.”
 
Objective: save civilians
Location: South Vuultin city, apartment complex.


Things had been going well. The first floor was rapidly evacuated, and the second was almost done. From what Leon had heard, the barricades on the top floor were rapidly coming together too. The horde was still held back by the doors. The young Jedi passed a soldier knocking on the door of the second floor's last apartment as the rest of the Imperium forces moved to the third.


The process of evacuating the building was easy enough. Most everyone was already prepared to go, and were they weren't a stern talking to got them motivated to lave certain possessions behind. Leon knocked on a door, to be greated by an elderly couple. They'd have some trouble getting up the long flihts of stairs on their own, so Leon asked two Imperium soldier to help them with their belongings.


Only two apartments remained, one Leon knew had several kids, and another that he knew nothing about. He and one other soldier, who Leon had learned was named Jeff, knocked on tne doors simultainiously. Jeff's door was answered by two young men, who gladly began rushing upstairs.

The door Leon knocked on opened slower, and an older woman answered. Glancing in, Leon could see three other adults trying to keep a large group of children calm. Leon offered to accompany the party upstairs when a growl down the hall caught his attention.


The horde had come.


"Get to a closet if you can! We'll have to pull you out a different way!" Leon slammed the door to the apartment, leaving him facing the horde. Jeff had come back down with a few other soldiers, who all opened fire. The group began slowly retreating, the soldiers holding behind Leon and his lightsaber. Leon shouted to one to alert the others while having another start setting charges on the stairs.
 

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Location: City Barracks and Arms Depot
Companions: Small Battle Group of the 202nd Legion
Amaris Tanenat
Gala Geert Gala Geert
Cassius Callaesar Cassius Callaesar
"Reinforcements? Oh thank the gods." Bronze would sigh in relief, firing another magazine into the crowd of beasties. With the promise of a possible evacuation, Bronze would light up a flare, tossing it just behind him, the rest of his soldiers following suit resulting in a massive column of blue and orange smoke rising up into the atmosphere.

The never-ending horde was steadily losing ground and making Bronze and his company of soldiers' only option escape. With the ships in orbit, and transports visible in the atmosphere, a small glimmer of hope would fill him as he'd kick down a zombie that had made it a little too far up the wall of rubble. He watched as another mortar round landed in the zombies, blowing open a massive chunk in the horde only to be filled with more scrambling undead.
 

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13 minutes seemed so far away. But it would probably get there quick. Hopefully, or else they were going to be eaten by a horde of zombies. And in truth? Amaris really didn't want to have any other bite marks on her body from these freaks of... Well, not really nature, are they? Huh...

She cleared her throat as she shot her blaster into the hordes of zombies. She took a breath as she tried to strategically cut through the numbers of them.

But seeing reinforcements and more importantly, evac ships made her heart jump in happiness. They were coming and not one second too late.

"Let's get everyone ready to get into the ships," she spoke quickly through her comms as she threw a small grenade into the crowd - the explosion throwing body parts about.

"... Gross," she muttered after a few seconds. "The ships are almost here!"

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