Begining of the end

[Kane]

DarkStar side-stepped a chunk of gore. "Hmmm... pitty. He was rather interesting. My Slayers! Rally to me! We have a job to finish!" The Phantoms began to fall back, covering eachother in the mad shooting galery that had once been a landing zone. The Heavy Assault Armors were unstoppoble behemoths. They hovered on a cushion of rockets and anti-grav, and pounded whatever got in their way to dust. The heavy 80 caliber rounds tore through cover, blew bodies into bloddy ribbons, and punched holes in the transports. Rockets impacted on them, leaving blackened craters, but not able to fully breach the armor. One of the transports started to open fire with it's turrets, but another Gauss Cannon round sent the ship flying in all directions in burning peices.

The fighters circled the city, looking for targets. One wing had tried to help the ground forces, but again the Gauss Cannon and several rocket launchers had hurled what was left to the ground. The fighter jocks had since kept clear of the landing pad. Not for lack of trying, certainly.

The Phantoms rallied, and soon the AW marines were again on the defencive. One soldier ran to his sargent. "Sir! We gotta pull back! It's too much for us!" The Phantoms ripped out more storms of death, and more AW marines fell. "They're cutting us to peices here!"

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This is the real true story of rock and roll; it was not about anything more then, how to live your life, as a gangster, in sartorial splendor, and turning the world into a place where normality would never return again...- Malcolm McLaren