by Aer-ki Jyr
Morgan stood up and telekinetically pulled her helmet back to her, slipping it on and no longer worrying about an errant plasma blast hitting her. She released her invisible hold on Jen’ton then kicked him hard in the gut, breaking at least a rib and sliding him a meter across the floor before Fornaxing again and pulling down the guards that were nearly on top of her as if she suddenly commanded the gravity of the planet to increase tenfold. They all dropped and she ran across their wriggling bodies, heading for the exit and busting her way through the troops there and all the way out to her waiting dropship.
A group of the troops outside approached her hesitantly, not sure whether to jump her or not as the boarding ramp lowered once again. Morgan walked to it, almost daring the Scionate to jump her, then held up a warning finger and waved it at those she felt were considering it. Remembering what had happened before they let her go, with other less wise troops coming back out of the den and trying to chase after her, but they were too late. The dropship took off and headed for her warship in low orbit…without any interference.
It left immediately, taking her back to the weakest areas on the front to do what she could on the ground in lieu of the armies of Scionate troops they no longer had. A trailblazer might not be able to replace the millions that had been lost, but she could at least rack up a decent kill count in their stead and hit some secure facilities to try and stall the Skarron advances while others began plucking the Sentinels out from Scionate and Lacvamat territory and redistributing them to the front.
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