Two weeks of unchanging war. Being dropped into previously balanced conflicts and turning the tide. The Drakoshi to normal humans were a serious threat. But when we Psionic enhanced individuals pulled together amidst the millions of Phalanx, the tide of battle could be turned.
As a result here we were. Ahead of us was a series of weapons, massive. Bigger than even the boomstick I had destroyed all those months ago. They were also not Drakoshi made, but Spartari.
The guns were pointed upwards off the planet, deterring the navy from being able to provide support on this most key region of the world.
The mission was simple. Take those weapons. Issue. With us pushing back the Drakoshi day by day, they had less ground to cover now. Every clan, every individual Drakoshi present on the world was locked inside that massive fortress and we had to take it.
This time there was no lack of ammo, no sabotage could be done. It was going to be a bloodbath no matter what.
