Star Crossed Update Chapter Twenty-One on TWCS
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I glared at the door that was being pounded against with
some sort of battering ram. The door was easily four meters high made out of
solid pirna wood. They were heavy and
durable, but obviously were struggling against the forces of the impacts that
the Reman and Alphan soldiers were causing. The Imperial Guard was blocking the
doorway and a great deal of Federation soldiers were transporting to our
location. I could also hear distant phaser fire from the MACOs outside of the
palace, but it seemed to not make any difference. The repetitive banging filled
the throne room. The throne room was filled with over two hundred people, all
ready to end this.
However, it did not feel like it was enough.
I was deeply concerned for our well-being and the likelihood
of winning this ground assault. The Reman and Alphans had nothing to lose while
we had so much to fight for.
The door nearly shattered with the final blow, crumbling to
the ground. A swarm of Reman and Alphan soldiers ran into the throne room and
the fight began in earnest. Phaser fire filled the throne room. I had mine set
to the maximum setting, shooting as many Alphans and Remans as I could. Bella
was using her own phaser, but she was not as successful since she was not
comfortable with the particle weapon. Maralice moved closer to my mate, acting
as her protector since she was better skilled with the phaser.
I also began moving toward my mate. I trusted Maralice, but
she was so small. I had to protect my Bella from the melee. I used my phaser to
shoot anything that wasn’t wearing an Imperial uniform or a Galaxy Fleet
insignia. Alphans and Remans were dropping like flies from the weapons fire
that was aimed at them.
However, because of the weapons fire, both the Alphans and
Remans grew more frustrated and then began using their other weapons. The
Remans used their scimitars while the Alphans wielded their bsh’tooks, attacking us with an
animalistic ferocity that made me tremble with terror. They were becoming
unhinged, knowing that they may not win this battle. We all fought for over two
hours and the stream of attackers never seemed to stop. We were exhausted, sore
and covered with bruises, singed uniforms and dripping with sweat. My mate was
fighting a losing battle with the pains in her leg and she collapsed onto her
knees, panting heavily.
Damage in the Imperial City
Imperial Hideaway in Port'angel'es
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