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Nester - The Assault

The uncanny foe jerked itself in all directions with precise thruster blasts. It seemed to wrap around the invisible energy bolts like an unholy vine. It managed to evade every shot as if they were tennis balls playfully lofted by a child.

Tara was, beneath the disgust and frustration, rather impressed.

Then, her magscope picked up two flashes from the suit. Shots, she thought. He won’t hit anything, contorted as he is out there. Can’t hit anything mid-flight while evading all those shots. No way.

No way.

Seconds later, two vibrations rocked the hull. Tara’s visor flashed red and she whipped her head around. Smythe and Wallace were dead, their bodies ripped apart by explosive shells. The hull was charred by the brief and intense heat of the blasts. Their severed U-cords, which fed their rifles, sparked against the hull wildly.

She’d lost two men. Her admiration turned instantly to rage. This new enemy was going to die at her hands, or she at his.

And suddenly it was among them.

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