Essla swore quietly as she looked up at the Kom'rk class ship and the troops descending from it. Now, she was pinned. Run, and the ship would fry her. Stay, and the infantry would fry her. To most people, surrender was the only option. But Essla wasn't most people. While the Glymphid spoke, Essla groped around on her survival belt for a blaster powerpack and grabbed the only one she had. "This had better be worth it," she grumbled, opening the panel and pulling out a few coils. Then, she dropped it and ran, staying low. To everyone else, it would look like she had lost her mind. The real reason exploded about one second later, sending a large cloud of dust and rock into the air. The blast caused Essla to stumble and fall, but she quickly recovered, wiping a clump of dirt off of her helmet's visor and running towards the hill. If she could get there before her opponents recovered from the blast, she would have a much better position.
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