The sound of gunfire and bombs reverberated through Luke’s body. His hand was shaking. Around him, Alachins were breaching the fortification and ripping through the flesh of the defending Troopers. A few seconds ago, Timothy had ordered a retreat to the tunnels.
Another explosion. Closer this. His eyes bulged at the sight of Timothy and his battle chair flying through the air and then crashing to the ground.
He ran down the rampart. He saw that a burly Trooper had drawn his handgun and was walking towards Timothy.
It must be Jaime. No!
Luke raised his machine gun with one arm and opened fire, riddling the approaching Trooper forcing him to the ground in a pool of blood.
Racing to Timothy’s side, he was relieved to see John, Lisa, and Yvonne follow close behind.
Their time on the planet had been so different, only a few hours beforehand.
Luke had finally been given some hours off from sentry duty. But even better, Lisa would be off at the same time, and they had arranged to meet in a small tavern near the centre of the compound. The first time he could relax since he landed on the planet.
His pulse raced on seeing her. She was wearing a white dress and a top. Her hair was tied up in a bun.
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