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Amidst the chaos and burning of the palace sits a soldier among many.
having been forced to retreat into the inner courtyard as the terrorists burn and pillage whatever they pass.
Even through the heavy memory replacements, their mind wavers and imagines loss as inevitable.
The soldier stands in the hallway, one magazine remaining. An elite moves past holding the hallway further up.
A final stand, in all its glory.
Then, a reinforcing hulk of a transhuman passes by, a WALLHAMMER walking through the hallway and fading into the doorframe.
A beautiful symphony of screams and gunfire erupts from the hallway, soon overtaken by an echoing broadcast.
A familiar voice, one that draws their mind to inherent trust even though they have never met him.
The words of the speech itself instilled hope, though many wouldn't even register before the air around them ionized.
The mental conditioning holding them to defend the corridor broke, curiosity taking over as they walked outside.
The Citadel pulled the clouds that surrounded it into circles, soon reality tore open across the sky.
Reinforcements revealed from worlds beyond. A glimpse into an oncoming rapture.
Their earpiece relayed the confusion of others, SWORD-1 spoke a simple word onto the channel amidst the confusion that asked what was happening.
"<:: Victory ::>"
Dropships rained through the portal and from the citadel, new directives flashing their mind back into action. A single thought echoing
"Extract."
A bloody battle continued defending the courtyard as soldiers and officers alike boarded the dropships, soon they themselves boarded after having spilt further righteous blood.
On the ride of the dropship, many reflected on the occurrences. SWORD-1 viewed the flight through the cameras.
Burning ruins left behind. The Alps are ahead.
Rapture is coming.
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