!w68jcmPgR6 11/25/10(Thu)07:34 No.12927242|
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> Battle of Azimuth.
As soon as the enemy was captured there was no loud hurrah nor murmur of what great thing was done that day.
What was probably a 3 hour engagement felt like a passage of a hundred years. The makarians , too stubborn to give up, but to afraid to destroy themselves in punitive fire, finally gave in after an overwhelming land force pinned them down with the weight of their own dead bodies. Neither side flinched nor blinked when one was mercileslly multialting each other wholesale.
The capture party emerges from the cold husk of the mothership, a couple dozen prisoners in tow, accounting for all the remaining crew who could walk.
It wasn't long after that the pilots and soldiers lurched back to their quarters after going through the motions of millitary formality right to the last second and collapsing right at the doorstep of their superiors after saluting off.
It was said that , should even a ground force of Makarians were to infiltrate the scene right now, the defeat of the executioner squad, one of the highest agents of the Galactic Federation, would have been plainly certain.
But as it is, there was no time followup time rift,
no bird whistle from the enemy
not one sound at all.
The galaxy turned, and it would only be tomorrow before Bravo would figure out exactly what they had just won.