The orbital defense platform of Chi Yao IV melted into molten iron under the chaotic flames of subspace, and Raymond Vis gazed through the porthole as the Empire's last line of defense collapsed under the green-skin horde. The gaps in his power armor seeped with dry bloodstains from thirty years ago, and the spiritual glow of the Holy Sword "Dawn's Retribution" had dimmed like a candle in the wind.
"Battle Group Leader! The void shield array of Chi Yao III has overloaded!" The communicator screeched with the raspy yell of Colonel San, the background echoing with deafening explosions. "Those green-skins... they've transformed the wreckage of dead starships into collision devices!"
