He and his platoon board the ship from their dropships, guns hot and courage even hotter. Trixus heaves his HMG with ease, moving like a puppy through a field, a ripped, jacked, massive puppy. "Give 'em Hellmire, troopers! All strength to the Federation!" He and a few of his men make it to the cells, cages filled with civies and POWS. "By the Prophet, get them out! NOW!"
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1The Bush Maori
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22/01/2025