Chapter 30
Things were going better now, Foaly thought as he watched his monitors. He flipped between the various sensors as he frantically worked to regain surface communications to keep the surface connected with the defenders of Haven.
On one screen he watched two squads of human troops flanking a retreating LEP unit made out of a few tattered remnants of a three Retrieval teams and a few of the remaining Recon jocks.
Fortunately the fairy's had a fortified position and the mudmen were out in the open and being whittled down by the trapped unit.
Another monitor showed one of the few working DNA cannons filling the lobby with blasts designed to vaporize anything in its firing arc that wasn't a fairy or otherwise magically enhanced. The only major problems were the occasional cannon wielding drones that weren't effected by them that would swoop in every now and again to try to cause even more damage.
The entrance hallway was already littered with corpses from both sides, piled high enough that it was a mountain there rather than anything navigable. He had lost track of Chix Verbil after the sprite went all matrixy on four squads of enemy troops, something he had managed to store on disk to get that sprite a promotion. Any fairy who could pull that off deserved one, and even Chix was no exception to that thought.
All of those who stayed behind to try to keep their homes would be considered heroes, though the ones that died were already greater ones. Foaly felt sorry for not bothering to learn their names while they were alive, but now it was to late to get to know them.
On yet another monitor, Foal watched helplessly as a pair of drones and a hostile sniper tore through one of the other squads in a bloody spray.
Haven was not supposed to be like this, the centaur thought as he scanned the other monitors, each showing a worse scene than the last, Haven was supposed to be safe for those in it.
Things were going better now, Foaly thought as he watched his monitors. He flipped between the various sensors as he frantically worked to regain surface communications to keep the surface connected with the defenders of Haven.
On one screen he watched two squads of human troops flanking a retreating LEP unit made out of a few tattered remnants of a three Retrieval teams and a few of the remaining Recon jocks.
Fortunately the fairy's had a fortified position and the mudmen were out in the open and being whittled down by the trapped unit.
Another monitor showed one of the few working DNA cannons filling the lobby with blasts designed to vaporize anything in its firing arc that wasn't a fairy or otherwise magically enhanced. The only major problems were the occasional cannon wielding drones that weren't effected by them that would swoop in every now and again to try to cause even more damage.
The entrance hallway was already littered with corpses from both sides, piled high enough that it was a mountain there rather than anything navigable. He had lost track of Chix Verbil after the sprite went all matrixy on four squads of enemy troops, something he had managed to store on disk to get that sprite a promotion. Any fairy who could pull that off deserved one, and even Chix was no exception to that thought.
All of those who stayed behind to try to keep their homes would be considered heroes, though the ones that died were already greater ones. Foaly felt sorry for not bothering to learn their names while they were alive, but now it was to late to get to know them.
On yet another monitor, Foal watched helplessly as a pair of drones and a hostile sniper tore through one of the other squads in a bloody spray.
Haven was not supposed to be like this, the centaur thought as he scanned the other monitors, each showing a worse scene than the last, Haven was supposed to be safe for those in it.