She looked at the rest of her crew and shuddered. They were down to sixteen sets of battle armour where two hundred units once stood. They were going to die. Death was coming from the sky, and she could see the shadows moving over the last bit of daylight streaming from the heavens. The ships were here. “Gentlemen, it has been an honour serving with you. We bought enough time for the others to escape, but now, we have to face our doom. Death is coming, let’s make him work for it!” A roar came from the few colony guards that were left. The first thud of the attack ships sent a low rumble of unease through the ranks, but they had to fight. There was nowhere to go. Two days earlier, the last generation ship left, full to capacity with the other one hundred and eighty-four armoured guards. Everyone left had remained voluntarily to give a position to a guard with family.
