Ooooh soundtracks! Charging into battle with tanks; charging into battle with soldiers; charging into battle against the final boss. And then more battle after that! How much fighting is there in this story? Sheesh.
This chapter has another disturbing violence/gore moment. Also some winkwinknudgenudge.
Chapter 8: Firestorm
When she woke, she was lying on a pile of rubble and the sun was rising over the horizon. She’d run this way and that as the orbital bombardment had struck the area around the factory, zig-zagging away from the conflict zone in a futile effort to find a spot that wouldn’t mean instant death, until a blastwave behind her had picked her up and thrown her away. Her entire body was tender and aching, but she couldn’t feel any broken bones, even though there was a big chunk of duracrete lying across her legs. The Force had shielded her well, perhaps the only reason she was still alive without a helmet or heavy armour. That, and pure luck – otherwise known as the Force’s will – that she hadn’t been obliterated like her father. Continue reading