[Episode III- Part II] The Battle for Jol Laxus City

“This is Overseer, new objectives have come in. All available troops are to move to the Scaoth Bastion. Expect heavy casualties. All lifeforms to come in the way of our advance are to be classified as hostile and are to be immediately removed from combat,”

The sky above was covered by great streaks of dark-gray smoke. The sounds of blaster shots, screams of pain and explosions echoed throughout the hollow and empty streets; a grand, violent orchestra of war. 

The city lay in ruins, century-old structures reduced to ragged rubble. The air in the markets and alleys were full of fine dust as well as the toxic smog which covered the world of Ra'un.

Blaster shots blazed through the air all around them. The soldier quickly ducked behind cover, wiping the sweat of his brow with his torn gloves. Troops in their dark-gray armor hurried from one place to another, grasping desperately at their blasters, firing at the never ending waves of Scaoth troops. He could see the warriors of the Horde charging at them, a ferocious zeal in their eyes. The tank next to him fired terrifying salvos of heavy fire at the incoming troop. Scores of Scaoth troops fell towards the ground with their flesh torn and their armor broken. But as more and more fell more emerged from the frenzy to overrun their position. 

He grabbed his gun and emerged from his cover. He began firing aimlessly at the wave of red and white. Adrenaline rushed through his blood. He watched as a building a few dozen meters in front of him explode, dust and pieces of rock scattering everywhere. He wondered if he would ever leave this barren world.