Using their thrusters, Derek, The Admiral and his men reached
halfway to the exit before projectiles rained in through the weakened
hull. The soldiers took point at the window holes and returned fire
while Derek struggled with his ANS Pulse Rifle. The Admiral pulled
out his QNZ-989, the pinnacle of Chinese handgun engineering. It
looked like a revolver out of an action movie. But despite that, it didn’t
look like they were doing so well in terms of the battle.
The Symphony lit up, and a bright light, brighter than anything Derek
had ever seen pulsed in the distance, like a miniature sun. The
destroyer blew apart in a bright flash and in its wake stood the
Matador. Derek saw that they were doomed as soon as the light died
down. The Matador was far away still, and Derek was more worried
about the incoming debris, flung out by the explosion of a nuclear
reactor. Millions of shards of steel and hardened alloys were being
hurled straight at the Icarus. Thousands of people just lost their lives,
and more will follow.
A twenty metre bar tore through the deck below them, leaving the floor
with a wide and nasty gash. Derek wasn’t sure how he was going to get
out of this one. NorthCo soldiers were being picked off one by one, and
the Icarus was being torn to shreds by the ruins of an allied ship.
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Pincer
Icarus, USOC Ship Graveyard, Solar System
An army of USOC forces were lined up outside. Floating and firing.
The Symphony was in a billion pieces, all crew and soldiers there dead.
That meant so was Martin Coves. Went down with one of his own
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