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... a blazing, "Show fire!" tossing a drone, ash swirling. Zykra nodded, silent. Roachaline’s Coercive Pulse pressed, "Prove it at the core’s heart," her knife glinting, trick hidden, believers chanting, "Blood binds!" Vardency’s crimson dust settling, tension a blade, the reactor’s glow roaring.
The core plaza of the Federation command post lay in wreckage, shattered bunkers slumped around cooling reactor conduits. Vardency’s dusk bled red across the ruins.
Roachaline Vaslix sat on ...
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