At last, the red-suited Storm Troops have reached the settlement itself and scaled the steps. A flood of scarlet bodies surges like an invading tide on a planet that has never seen water. More fearful of their own harsh discipline than the searing beams of energy that spear out at them, they press forwards in a pitiless, ruthless wall of flesh. They have no more sympathy for the enemy fallen than for their own.
In the front rank, terrified and powerless, Lola fights on as her luck continues to hold. She lashes out with her weapon, hunting for the shadowy figures of the alien defenders as they emerge from around corners and over walls; each glimpsed for only a moment before a bright flash of energy lashes out to snatch another Trooper's life. Exposed in the open, the Troopers continue to advance: This is not a battle of skill, but a test of sheer dumb luck, where each attacker's only hope is that there are so many red-suited bodies to shoot, she may not be the one chosen.
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