DragonBac

Securing the Backline
I am sorry, the words on the screen flickered for a moment before vanishing, raising countless questions in my mind, but I had to push them all aside.
I watched as the red dots of movement on my motion tracker closed upon this room. Far too much to make an accurate count of the enemies we were facing and no idea what enemy either.
The rest of the room was in movement as well, Merak and Thrusk directing the six other marines into position as best they could in the open room, covering the three hatches without exposing themselves too much. However, the room was all too open and without cover. If the enemy just rushed in it would be a chaotic blood bath.
I quickly turned to the Rezbit drone. Though its remote control was being jammed, it had switched to its basic AI functionality instead and I quickly instructed it to head to one of the hatches, using its shield to create some manner of cover for the marines there.
I then personally headed over to another of

Resistance
Chapter 62: Reciprocation
The next morning, I was woken by my alarm clock, known as Fenek, who shook me awake before dawn.
Yawning, I had my breakfast, and a cup of coffee. Fenek remarked that he managed to find some the day before, and had bought some for me. However, judging from his scowl when he had a sip, I could tell that it wasn’t for him.
Honestly, it wasn’t too bad. Strong aroma with hints of hazelnut. I took a while to enjoy it before making my way to the Dragons’ barracks.
Adjusting my cap and holster, I strolled in to see only a handful of them milling around, the rest were probably still asleep. Hector was already leaning on one of the walls, glancing at me occasionally while talking to Faelius.
Pausing to draw my rifle and magazines from the armoury counter, I strolled over. “Do they always get up late?”
Hector huffed. “No, but this is earlier than usual.”
Sighing, I slung my rifle. “That aint an excuse. I’l