21/7/47 AC, Balboa Colony, Terra Nova


Belisario never heard them coming. He had no clue as to how they found his band through the thick jungle canopy overhead. One second he was riding his horse, half asleep and letting the animal pick its way along the jungle trail. The next, the world seemed engulfed in explosions as salvo after salvo of rockets came in on his narrow little column.


As quickly as the attack had come it passed, leaving only the screams of the wounded men and horses.


"How the fuck do I fight that," Belisario cursed aloud.


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