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his rifle. He had a decent view and would be able to provide solid cover fire for both Drever and Seraph. The other three soldiers in the room grabbed their rifles and took cover.
The civilians cowered in fear behind a small barricade of desks as seythra gunfire grew louder.
All at once, the door near Drever was blown in two and a pair of seythra rushed inside. Drever pulled the trigger on the first one he saw, and the shotgun blast blew the seythra in half. Ret caught the second seythra in the chest. Suddenly, Seraph’s door flew open and four more seythra barreled into the room. Seraph shot the first one in the head. The second dodged the spray of bullets and slammed the end of his gun into Seraph’s face, sending him to the ground.
Ret frantically adjusted his aim and fired on the seythra closest to Seraph, hitting him in the arm and throwing him off his balance. Drever opened fire with his shotgun, finishing off the remaining enemies.
Seraph saw something fly through the doorway amidst Drever’s gunfire. It took him a moment to see that the seythra had thrown two grenades into the room. Seraph dove behind a desk and shouted at the civilians to take cover.
“Grena-”
Seraph’s warning was cut short at the sound of the explosion. The entire room shook. The blast blew large holes in the floor and through the walls and the room filled with smoke. Seraph fell backward behind the desk, his pistol slipping from his grip as he fell through one of the holes in the floor.
CHAPTER 12: VERLIES
Seraph awoke in a fit of pain. He moved to stand, but the pain that shot up his left arm stopped him. His hearing started to fade back in. There was gunfire in the distance.
Seraph was trying to drag himself backward for better cover when someone grabbed him. He flailed his arm around in an attempt to defend himself.
His vision finally started to right itself—the shadows that were doubling and tripling settled together—and he realized it was Ret he was lashing out at.
“Sorry,” Seraph said.
Ret nodded. He was crouched behind a desk. “You all right?”
Seraph looked at his left arm. It was gashed in a few places, but they were scratches compared to some of his previous wounds. “Fine,” he said.
Ret handed Seraph his pistol. He popped out of cover and fired a few suppressing shots, then ducked back behind the desk.
“We’ve got to go meet Drever behind the base. The Confederate Military’s here, but they’re getting really fucked.” Ret popped off a few more blind shots.
“Shit. How long was I out?” Seraph crouched into cover near Ret.
“About a half hour. It was a bitch getting down to you; the seythra hit us full force upstairs. You’re lucky they didn’t kill you. It would’ve been easy for them to throw another grenade down here.”
“The civvies? Soldiers?” Seraph asked.
Ret shook his head. “All dead.” He popped back out of cover as the seythra advanced on them, and fired rounds into both of them, killing them.
They sat in silence for a moment, then Ret stood up. “Alright, let’s get the fuck out of here while we can.” Seraph grabbed his pistol off the ground and tucked it into its holster, and he and Ret made their way out of the building as quietly as they could.
Ret and Seraph exited the building, exhausted. Everywhere they looked, Confederate Military troops were being obliterated.
The bellow of bombs was a constant reminder that this was happening near and far. The warzone was nationwide, planet-wide. The heavy scent of smoke on the wind thickened as they pushed forward.
Seraph slowed to a stop as he looked down an alley at a burning building that had half-collapsed. Crawling away from the building was a little girl, only about six. She had been badly burned over the course of her body.
Seraph found himself frozen. He knew there wasn’t much he could do for the girl. Even if he rescued her and got her off this planet, her parents were probably dead and
The civilians cowered in fear behind a small barricade of desks as seythra gunfire grew louder.
All at once, the door near Drever was blown in two and a pair of seythra rushed inside. Drever pulled the trigger on the first one he saw, and the shotgun blast blew the seythra in half. Ret caught the second seythra in the chest. Suddenly, Seraph’s door flew open and four more seythra barreled into the room. Seraph shot the first one in the head. The second dodged the spray of bullets and slammed the end of his gun into Seraph’s face, sending him to the ground.
Ret frantically adjusted his aim and fired on the seythra closest to Seraph, hitting him in the arm and throwing him off his balance. Drever opened fire with his shotgun, finishing off the remaining enemies.
Seraph saw something fly through the doorway amidst Drever’s gunfire. It took him a moment to see that the seythra had thrown two grenades into the room. Seraph dove behind a desk and shouted at the civilians to take cover.
“Grena-”
Seraph’s warning was cut short at the sound of the explosion. The entire room shook. The blast blew large holes in the floor and through the walls and the room filled with smoke. Seraph fell backward behind the desk, his pistol slipping from his grip as he fell through one of the holes in the floor.
CHAPTER 12: VERLIES
Seraph awoke in a fit of pain. He moved to stand, but the pain that shot up his left arm stopped him. His hearing started to fade back in. There was gunfire in the distance.
Seraph was trying to drag himself backward for better cover when someone grabbed him. He flailed his arm around in an attempt to defend himself.
His vision finally started to right itself—the shadows that were doubling and tripling settled together—and he realized it was Ret he was lashing out at.
“Sorry,” Seraph said.
Ret nodded. He was crouched behind a desk. “You all right?”
Seraph looked at his left arm. It was gashed in a few places, but they were scratches compared to some of his previous wounds. “Fine,” he said.
Ret handed Seraph his pistol. He popped out of cover and fired a few suppressing shots, then ducked back behind the desk.
“We’ve got to go meet Drever behind the base. The Confederate Military’s here, but they’re getting really fucked.” Ret popped off a few more blind shots.
“Shit. How long was I out?” Seraph crouched into cover near Ret.
“About a half hour. It was a bitch getting down to you; the seythra hit us full force upstairs. You’re lucky they didn’t kill you. It would’ve been easy for them to throw another grenade down here.”
“The civvies? Soldiers?” Seraph asked.
Ret shook his head. “All dead.” He popped back out of cover as the seythra advanced on them, and fired rounds into both of them, killing them.
They sat in silence for a moment, then Ret stood up. “Alright, let’s get the fuck out of here while we can.” Seraph grabbed his pistol off the ground and tucked it into its holster, and he and Ret made their way out of the building as quietly as they could.
Ret and Seraph exited the building, exhausted. Everywhere they looked, Confederate Military troops were being obliterated.
The bellow of bombs was a constant reminder that this was happening near and far. The warzone was nationwide, planet-wide. The heavy scent of smoke on the wind thickened as they pushed forward.
Seraph slowed to a stop as he looked down an alley at a burning building that had half-collapsed. Crawling away from the building was a little girl, only about six. She had been badly burned over the course of her body.
Seraph found himself frozen. He knew there wasn’t much he could do for the girl. Even if he rescued her and got her off this planet, her parents were probably dead and
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