In the thick of the fighting, Lola keeps shooting, keeps pressing forward obediently. She's lost count of how many Troopers have been shot beside her, how many near-misses have sizzled her skin. The fear has become something euphoric: She wonders if she may perhaps be invulnerable.
Surging through the streets, the Storm Troopers invade every building and force every defended position. In every choke-point, a red-clad body lies; another Trooper who heedlessly followed her orders and her training onto the muzzle of a gun; her short life expended for the greater good of the Empress.
The survivors fight on, dwindling, but no less reckless.
They have nearly taken the settlement.
piephobia
2025-08-16 04:52:48 +0000 UTC