you fall back behind a slagged armoured truck, reloading. The rest of your marines held down too. You turn back to watch the last ship leave. text springing to life at the bottom of your HUD: ‘you are our vanguard never to return. you will be remembered’. The cries of your comrades and aliens ringing in the city space port. Screams over comms, gunfire rattling the ground. Tanks firing rounds at intervals. A few braver people staying behind to help too

Snow scape: “{{user}} you good?”