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Bastion: The Priestess
Bastion: The Priestess
Bastion: The Priestess
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Millenia after being driven from the cradle of Earth by a barely remembered cataclysm, humanity has found a new home in the galaxy called Frontier. Faced with numerous and powerful threats, the human race has fully embraced the fact that it will never know true peace. Entire legions march to war across the galaxy, carrying the hopes and dreams of their people into battle against the worst Frontier has to offer. With faith and firepower, heroes rise in each new war, rallying the lost and the desperate to stand firm in the face of the darkness surrounding them.

On the second world of the Axind system, three inexperienced legions from the world-ship Bastion struggle to contain hordes of the savage Hir'nal, vile marauders that have harried humanity for millennia. The legions are well trained and eager, but that is not enough. The best they can manage is to hold the line and sell their lives dearly in the hope that help is coming. Should they fall, the Hir'nal infestation will spread far and wide, and countless lives will end because of it.

Despite the odds against them, all is not lost. Reinforcements have arrived in orbit, but the skies are occluded by an eternal storm, preventing any coordination with the beleaguered legions. In an effort to secure a landing zone, a single dropship has braved the ever-storm and emerged above a battlefield that is being overrun.
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PublisherBookBaby
Release dateJan 23, 2021
ISBN9781098358815
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    Bastion - Lucas A. Reeves

    © 2021 Lucas A. Reeves

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

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    The Priestess

    Axind Beta… an ugly little planet. Hot enough to be barely habitable and perpetually bathed in rolling lightning storms that could knock entire squadrons of craft out of the air, it was a hell of a place to attempt a massed landing. My legion’s transports were held back by the storm, leaving the beleaguered men and women down below alone in the face of a fight they couldn’t win.

    For me, it was a fascinating quirk of fate that our dropship was the only one to make it through by that point. It was a fine cosmic joke that it was named for a pagan underworld and carrying a priestess of a modern faith that had long vilified the ancient religion the name came from. The Chthonica made a tumultuous descent towards the decimated legions below. We were the first reinforcements they’d seen in a month. By divine grace, at least some of the poor souls down below were still fighting.

    Standing in the crewbay of the dropship, I gave thanks for the pilot’s skill and stubborn attitude in the face of the murderous storm as I surveyed the battlefield from behind my mask. Though the legions were holding against the tide of Hir’nal, it didn’t look good. The grey-skinned beasts were throwing themselves at the defensive line in an endless horde of frothing monsters, gnashing and tearing at anyone and anything they got their talons on. Streams of burning green plasmic weapons fire were flooding out from the enemy line, poorly aimed and wildly inconsistent, but in such volume that our stalwart warriors were slowly being worn down. The creatures were relentless, unfeeling monsters. They couldn’t experience fear, and victory was growing more unlikely with each passing moment.

    If we didn’t establish a secure staging area, and soon, my legion would land piecemeal in the midst of a bloodthirsty horde of alien marauders.

    *****

    Rain was hammering down atop his cover as David crouched behind an earthen embankment, trying to swap out his rifle’s power cell with shaking hands. The new cell slipped from his mud encrusted fingers, falling into the filth below him with a splash.

    Damnit! he hissed, his drill instructor’s voice already ringing through the back of his mind as he scrambled to grab it.

    Pick that cell up, you soft-brained screw up! the acid-scarred veteran would bellow at him. You drop that cell in battle, you kill ten better men fighting beside you!

    Too late to change that… David thought, numb to the pain of watching comrades die. Most of his squad had been killed within the first week of their landing , along with most of his platoon in the following month. He’d been shuffled from so many different units that it was hard to keep track of them anymore.

    He snatched up the cell and frantically wiped the connection port on his sleeve to try clearing off some of the mud. A siren echoed across the field, signalling another surge incoming as David slammed the power cell into his rifle’s receiver. He let out an explosive sigh of relief when it clicked

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