The floor shook as Luke watched the holographic display. Fighting across the planet was intense. Most of the time though, he concentrated on viewing positions in and around the huge city he was in.
The Alachins had breached the outer two defensive lines leading to some of their forces reaching the soft underbelly of the metropolis, huge residential areas where humans were forced to fight with their hands, feet and teeth. A spectacle too gruesome to watch, he had to flick through them.
“Stop!” John exclaimed. It was an image of five active Troopers shooting a heavy machine gun down a corridor against an oncoming horde of Alachins who were forced to climb over their dead. Three Troopers lay motionless on the ground, a red pool between them,
“What?” Luke asked, his eyebrows raised.
“That is where Yvonne and Lisa are located.”
Luke zoomed out of the location. “They are holding the position for now. They are at a junction of corridors. Another Alachin horde will attack from this corridor shortly overwhelming them.” He pointed to one of the side corridors.
John looked at him. “We must do something. They would for us.”
“Come on, lets go.” Luke said with resolve.
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