She knew they were coming; a thousand worlds had fallen in their conquest. - it was inevitable they'd arrive here. She was the last, battered and beaten against a tide of foes. Each of her comrades had held the line before they fell. Now, she was the line. Her armor was heavy. Heavier than it had ever been. Her body, wracked with pain. Her enemies advanced, their gleaming champion leading the charge. Deafened from explosions and blinded by smoke, the burden of her duty threatened to crush her.
Feet planted, she released a terrible shout, a cry not of frustration or submission, but a challenge. Her defiance drew their ire and she with a mighty heave, loosed her weapon toward their herald. She would not go easily, nor quietly. Staring down her fate with a brazen glare. As if to say-

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