“It’s a shame Karter got stuck with patrol duty, the cafeteria was serving acklay stew,” Lon remarked.
“Oh well, there’ll probably be some when he gets back,” Seth said. It was the morning of Life day, and the small garrison at Tagge’s Pass were enjoying the festivities. A small tree, imported from offworld, had been set up in the barracks, and presents were distributed immediately after the feast. As Lon prepared to open his gift, Seth turned to watch the sunrise. As he looked towards Spire Theta, the starfighter coordination center, Seth saw something odd; a bright orange flash from the side of the fortress. Before he could get the attention of his comrades, a sound like a thunderclap rattled the building.
An announcement over the outpost’s comm system broke the short silence that followed, “We are under attack! Repeat, under attack! This is not a drill!”
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