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ground sensors transmitting flickering images back to the officers looking at the computerised table below. The automated machinery in the centre room hummed louder as power surged to the defensive turrets and traps, the Trevakian Major nodding to his captain, the officer running his hand across the controls on the side of the desk.
    Through the billowing smoke, tiny blue engagement lights on the embedded turrets flashed as their motors activated, the cylinder defensive weapons running slowly within their mountings as they rose. The half a metre circumference alloy posts rose from the earth, their frames winding as they extended upwards, power surging through the interior weaponry. From the top of the heavily armoured cylinders the static sparked, the upper gun turret emerging and barrel extending outwards automatically. The cylinders hummed loudly as the charge increased to the weapons, several nearby ducking defenders eyes widening as the air seemed to crackle around them.
    Behind the first cylinders, three larger higher powered laser guns nearer to the command bunker began to extend quickly from the scorched earth, the black gleaming smooth alloy structures rising at a higher speed tower over the smaller guns.
    The Morgons surged across the open ground, nearing the trenches as Trevakian marines rose up, the assault rifle muzzles flashing to meet the oncoming enemy infantry. Bullets ricocheted off the armoured attackers, a couple collapsing backwards as the projectiles swept between or through dense armour at close range. Next to the Trevakians, the helmets of cautious reserve soldiers rose, weapons thrust over the trench walls as automatic fire swept across the defensive line. The inexperienced troops fired with gritted teeth and tear filled eyes of fear, the oncoming infantry seeming endless in number as shrieks filled the landscape on the upper heights.
    The dull overcast natural light was overwhelmed by bright muzzle flashes as the Morgons opened fire, advancing steadily towards the defenders as several tossed grenades fell in either direction. Explosions ripped through the shroud of smoke, several screams echoing across the billowing clouds as the muzzle flashes continued, the lead Morgons reaching the outer trenches.
     
    In the command bunker Major Hecklan stepped back, seeing the numerous flickering hologram soldiers surge towards the trenches, his jaw tensing as he turned to stare defiantly at the comms desk, ‘Arm them now!’ The blue uniformed officer’s fingers tapped the flat surface before him, a smile of triumphant excitement sweeping across his face.
    Lieutenant Malikkas smashed a fist to his chest armour, nodding to the major, ‘Permission to lead the counterattack Sir?’
    The major nodded grimly, ‘Tear them apart!’ The Herrakian spun round, his boots squealing as he advanced towards the doors, Jozefina’s eyes widening as Nao nudged her, his voice low, ‘I think we need to go now…’
     
    Alarms sounded in the helmets of the defenders, a shrill regular beep alerting the soldiers to the defensive deployment measures, their visors glowing red as numerous dots filled their visions. Rees fell backwards, the Trevakian next him dragging him down as the others ducked, the young Heathrow volunteer staring in shock at the marine next to him, ‘What the f….?’
    The Trevakian’s head spun round, his voice harsh, ‘Stay down, the phosphorous mines are arming…wait for the blasts!’ He stiffened, hearing shouts further along the trench, his eyes widening beneath the visor as he grabbed the human before him, dragging him forward, ‘They are in the trenches…lets go and help…’
     
    Screeches of hatred filled the smoke filled air, then numerous crumps as mines ignited below the advancing heavy alloy boots, the automated devices flying upwards to five feet in the air before detonating. Bright intense light swept through the curling smoke, the tentacles of ignited phosphorous sweeping out to the