Thirty seconds left.
The final moments before the strike. Seraph's thumb was just over the detonation switch. Draven stood still and strong, holding back the flood of cyborgs rushing down the corridor. And Silas… Silas just waited. She had done her part of the deal. There was nothing left for her to do but watch the pieces fall.
"Vanessa, Do you copy?" Seraph said to her comms, her voice low and urgent . "We are all set. Countdown on my mark."
High above them, falling from the sky through a spinning storm of fire and plasma, Vanessa responded, her voice was a calm. "Yes Seraph. We are in position."
On Nomad's main viewer, thier planet was no longer looking like a beautiful blue marble. It was now a fast approaching wall of brown and green. Vanessa's countdown timer, displayed in the corner of the screen, ticked nonstop towards zero.
"The shields are dropping in five… four… three… two...."
Back on the ground, Seraph took a deep breath.
"Draven, fall back! Now!"
