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| - "How long until reinforcements arrive," said Nihlus to Tyran Manik at the radio tower. "They didn't give an ETA but they said that the nearest fleet was en route," replied Tyran. Nihlus knew that it could take up to an hour for military reinforcements to arrive, time that he and the colonists didn't have. It all started early that morning when a fleet of cargo freighters thought to contain supplies for the colony on Ulkanas landed on the planet. Instead, these freighters held an army of ravenous intent on raiding the small colony for everything it had. Civilian farmers and law enforcement did what they could to stave off the invasion but they would have quickly been overwhelmed were it not for Nihlus, who happened to be on the planet over-looking construction on a new security array. For hours, Nihlus was forced to defend the colony practically himself. He managed to coordinate a resistance force to help fight off vorcha and escort noncombatents to transport vessels but for every fighter under his command, the vorcha had thirty more. "Alright, everyone bunker down and get ready to hold the line. It's going to be a tough ride," growled Nihlus. Tyran tossed a pack to Nihlus, which he immediately applied to his gushing wound. He was still light-headed from the large amount of blood that he lossed from his last encounter with a wave of vorcha but supplies were scarce and it was the time for rationing whatever he and his resistance had left.
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