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Just when it looked as if the battle was hopeless, two fighter jets streaked from the city's starport and opened fire on the Symbiot Wasp fighters, forcing them to break off their attack and take evasive action. The garrison fighters engaged the Wasps in an aerial dogfight, intercepting their assault and preventing them from targeting the Cathedral's defenses.
All ten fighters swarmed chaotically about in the night sky, twisting and looping, chasing and evading, and firing at each other's tails aggressively. The garrison fighters coordinated their maneuvers, flying together and arcing apart, luring the Wasps in separate directions and disrupting their formation. Strafing and rolling out of their enemies' lines of fire, the two jets circled back around toward each other, leading the Wasps on their tails into intersecting paths and forcing them to evade their own allies' shots.
The jets' joint tactics confused and disoriented the Wasps' maneuvering more and more until within a minute of the dogfight, the jets shot down one of the Wasps, sending its flaming carcass crashing to the ground outside the Cathedral's walls. The ground troops cheered as they watched the Symbiot craft plummet and burn, boosting their morale in the ongoing ground battle.
"Kotei lo rac'iin!" called Sister Theafana with her sword raised high.
Our lives for glory.
"Kotei lo rac'iin!" cried the Brother Battle troops as one.
As Fariq and the other Brothers in the front row waded valiantly through the Symbiot paratroopers with their swords and shields, more and more of the insectoids broke off from the melee, flying up into the air on their buzzing wings and spraying the troops below with bursts of acid and expanding web-nets. Many of the troops stood unscathed by the Symbiots' weapons as the protective blessings bestowed upon them by the theurgists' rites shielded them from all physical harm. Others, whose protections had faded after several of the theurgists were immobilized by the Symbiots' constricting webs, suffered grievous wounds as the sprays of acid ate through their armor and burned into their flesh.
Meanwhile, Private Darian followed the reverse of his internal think-machine's previous priority queue - assisting those troops with the
least severe injuries while leaving those with worse wounds to suffer and die. It was perhaps the most heartless and inhumane decision a medic could make, something only a member of the Engineers Guild, notorious for their calculating soullessness, would deign to do. And it worked. Utilizing his surgical skill programs and Elixir injections to best effect, Darian quickly and efficiently tended the least severely injured victims and, one by one, got them on their feet and back into the fight. With more gunners holding off the Symbiots' air assault, fewer and fewer new casualties were taken and the tide of battle gradually began to turn. Somehow, the coldest, most ruthless, most immoral course of action had become the
right course of action.
Overhead, weaving and crisscrossing through the air, the two starport jets alternated their fire on another of the Wasps until it, like the first, plunged to the ground in a blazing heap. The troops shouted again and fought their foes with renewed vigor.
"General!" called one of
The Valkyrie's crewman inside the ship,
"they've shot down another one!"
Claudius nodded approvingly.
"Tell them to focus on holding off those fighters as long as they can. They're our only hope to clear takeoff."
"Yes, sir." answered the crewman.