They had been kept in reserve for just when the fighting was most intense. Maximus immediately saluted him and gave him a tactical update.
“Overall the city’s defense is holding up. The use of tactical nukes has helped greatly However, a sizable Tyranid force is approaching our current position. I recommend a tactical retreat.”
“That is not possible Maximus. If this position falls, we lose the war. It must be defended to the death.”
Maximus nodded in acknowledgment.
Timothy knew that this might be the last time to see them. But this was not the time for goodbyes.
He re-entered the control and ordered it sealed.
The battle ebbed and flowed throughout the planet. Some cities had already repulsed the attack and were now on the offensive.
Closer to home, his troops were fighting valiantly but suffering greatly. It pained him to watch his valued troops slain one by one. After another few hours, it became clear both sides were close to exhaustion.
Then there was a large bang on the steel door. The people in the room gasped. The enemy was at the door. Timothy looked at his monitors covering the vicinity. A large six-legged Tryand was the sole survivor. Everyone and everything else outdoor that door was dead.
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