Jesska had little authority over the Null, or didnt choose to exercize it. And weather Keq wanted to admit it to himself or not, he had made a huge tactical blunder, turning a sad inevitablity into an immediate disaster.

But Keq is talking to himself; the trandoshan has already moved out onto the lines. The air ripples with the pressure-wave of the first line of explosives on a distant bridge. Somewhere in the rubble, DC-17 sniper varients flick long blue-white bolts towards the line of white that begin to reply with more volumous DC-15 fire.

A wall of blasterbolts backed by an implacable foe.

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