The plasma-bright drive flame of the Nineteen Eighty-Four glimmered an actinium blue during its last-second braking phase, off-axis thrust causing a gentle curve towards the spaceport.

“Orbital injection complete. Recon probe flyby indicated the presence of a large-tonnage craft already docked.”

“Threat boards?”

“Green and clear, sir. Received communications from the surface.”

“Recommendation?”

“We’re committed to this flight path, captain. Recommend we drop the troops as planned and stay out of range.”

Two tiny specks departed the arcing warship with bright sparks of independent thrust. While the larger ship nosed up to slow for final approach, the two shuttles continued their ballistic trajectories towards the ground.

Perilously close to the ground, the dropships swung around and braked hard, superhot exhaust gases raking across the surface of Threeworld. From the hatches popped two pairs of powered armour suits.

The game was on.