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down. Each one punched straight through the weaker side shields of the large ships, through<br />
battle steel, ripping through the center of the ships, and then out the other side.<br />
Emily directed it all.<br />
The Fighter's weren't under her direct control, but the Guardians were, and she wielded them<br />
ruthlessly. The buried anger and need for vengeance flowed through her, released from it's sixty<br />
year long imprisonment, infusing the others, even Julie lost herself to it and the battle became a<br />
blur.<br />
Then the Betty exploded, her remaining battered fusion generator simply giving up. The<br />
explosion destroyed the lower half of the orbital fort, turning the night time sky over Europe into<br />
daylight for a few brief seconds.<br />
The planetary shielding where the Betty had stood died.<br />
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Katya had ditched her hard suit ten minutes ago when she'd run out of the last of her power cells.<br />
It didn't really matter anymore, the Bak'ra were inside of the dome now, and in some ways it was<br />
better to be fighting in unpowered armor. Winston was with her, and she shared a tired smile<br />
with the Imperial prince. They were fighting building to building now, bleeding the Bak'ra with<br />
every step, but they were still being forced backwards.<br />
She had no clue how many of her original command still were alive, but she hoped it was more<br />
than she thought. At least the Bak'ra seemed intent on taking the dome intact and not using<br />
nuclear weapons to blow them to kingdom come.<br />
Ducking behind the rubble of what had once been a nice set of apartment God patted her plasma<br />
carbine fondly. The weapon had been a gift from the American Guardian to replace the one she'd<br />
lost in Plattsburgh. She wondered how Julie was doing, she hoped that the red head was still<br />
alive.<br />
"They'll be fine, my sisters a tough one to kill."<br />
Winston whispered, then nodded towards the lurking forms of yet more Bak'ra cyborgs. The<br />
massive spider like creatures weren't as maneuverable here inside the city, a fact that the militia<br />
and remaining marine's were putting to good use. Only one of the prince's royal guard was still<br />
alive, and he had a pretty bad shoulder wound, but he was still keeping an eye on their backs for<br />
them.<br />
God grinned wickedly and lined up another shot with Winston spotting for her.<br />
If she had to go, this was the way she wanted it.<br />
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