Sacre’s tail swept behind her as she knelt behind a shattered marble planter, her fusion saber burning steadily in her hand. The enemy had regrouped deeper within the compound, concentrating their defenses around a reinforced bunker entrance ahead. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid tang of explosives, every breath tasting of battle.
She flicked her tongue, tasting the air for the telltale signs of movement. "Takei, Shoko, Adams," she called into the comms, her voice sharp and commanding. "You three stay behind and secure our exit. If this goes south, we’ll need a way out. Alex 1274, on me."
Katsumi Takei saluted, his expression grim but resolute. "Understood. We’ll hold the line."
"Shoko and I can handle any stragglers," Sam added, hefting her plasma rifle. Her sharp eyes scanned the smoke-filled room as she nodded toward Shoko, who was already setting up a heavy support weapon behind cover.
"Good luck," Shoko said simply, her voice steady as she locked the weapon into place.
Sacre gave them a curt nod, then turned back toward the rest of the squad. "Lightbringer, lead from above. Svendsdatter, take the left flank. Ven, you’re on point with me. Blackwolf, we breach that bunker and finish this."
The squad moved as one, a machine of precision and violence. Ioamai Lightbringer soared overhead, her alabaster wings cutting through the smoke. She rained down precision fire from her rifle, taking out a pair of entrenched defenders with one elegant sweep.
"Path cleared," Ioamai’s voice crackled in Sacre’s comms.
"Ven, you’re up," Sacre said.
Narai moved ahead with liquid grace, her twin pistols flashing in the dim light. She took down two guards with precise shots before they could even raise their weapons. A third enemy lunged at her from the shadows, but she ducked low, swept his legs out from under him, and finished him with a shot to the chest.
"Area’s clear to the door," Narai confirmed, her voice as calm as ever.
Sacre wasted no time, her muscular tail propelling her forward toward the massive steel bunker door. It loomed ahead, reinforced with layers of thick plating and a glowing security field that screamed of overconfidence.
"Cover me," she barked.
Estrid and Ioamai took up defensive positions, laying down suppressive fire as Sacre approached the door. The fusion saber in her hand hummed with power as she drove it into the door’s edge. The blade hissed and sputtered as it melted through the metal, cutting in precise arcs. Sweat beaded on her brow, the intense heat radiating from the blade almost overwhelming, but she pressed on, her muscles straining with effort.
Behind her, Estrid barked orders to her fireteam, holding back a squad of reinforcements attempting to flank them. She lobbed a grenade that sent the enemy scattering, then followed it up with pinpoint shots that felled two more.
"We’ve got this covered, Sacre," Estrid called over the roar of combat.
With one final, determined push, Sacre’s saber completed its arc, and the door gave way with a deafening crash. The heavy metal slab slammed to the ground, revealing a dimly lit corridor that stretched deeper into the heart of the compound.
"Breach complete," Sacre said, stepping through the molten edges of the door. She didn’t hesitate, her tail propelling her forward into the unknown. "Blackwolf, with me! Takei, Shoko, Adams—hold that exit. We’ll be back when this is done."
"Understood," Katsumi’s voice came through, steady and reassuring.
Sacre led the charge into the bunker, the rest of Blackwolf at her back. They were a storm given form, carving their way toward the heart of the enemy stronghold. There was no stopping them now.