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"Form a perimeter!" Elara shouted, her fingers flying over a holographic interface as she tried to reboot their shields. He knew the cycle would repeat
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By dawn, Sector 7 was silent again. The Insurgents had retreated into the gravity-wells, leaving behind nothing but scorched earth and broken glass. Kaelen stood among the ruins, his armor chipped and his spirit heavier than the gear he carried.