Gabatrix: Darin and the Frontier
Copyright© 2026 by CMed TheUniverseofCMed
Chapter 10: High Noon Part 1
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 10: High Noon Part 1 - Set shortly after The Wheels of Thunder, Earth and its remaining population are alone as the planet is surrendered to the T'rintar clan. Darin and the Blue Buccaneers set forth into the Hesik Expanse to find any possible targets of opportunity. It'll be up to the cowboy to revitalize Earth's Defense Force and bring the war against the other Itrean clans during the ongoing human/Itrean conflict. Story contains: Male Human, Anthro, Scalie, M/F, M/FF, BBW, Female Alien, Interspecies, Action, Drama
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Military Western Science Fiction Aliens Space Furry BBW
Both Feri’nita and Darin lay in bed together naked, the blankets neatly covering up their bodies. Unlike the night before, much of the internal sounds of the Hebis’soka remained quiet. Any prior festivities from before had been brought to a halt. Reality had set in.
It was at night. The brief darkness remained over the landscape as Denji’Kei’s star made its faint roundabout over the scenery.
The familiar room remained mostly dark, except for the building lights that tried to fill in through the window.
Darin could feel Feri’nita’s scaly hand lightly caress his chest. She seemed more focused on him, while the cowboy’s arm lay overlapping her neck and shoulders.
“So much quieter...,” She quietly commented to him. “Everyone is mourning the loss of Hui’Kima.”
“Yep...,” Darin remarked.
“Thank you for saving me.”
“Savin ya?”
“Yes. Go’denza wanted to eat me first. You stood in the way...”
“You know that came naturally, right?”
“I know you did. A mate that fights for another. I knew that you were ready to fight her.”
“But there’s something else that troubles you.”
“Yes...,” Feri’nita explained. “I wonder if Swi’ya secretly hates me.”
“Why?”
“Because I was meant to die yesterday. You defended me, and Go’denza killed Hui’kima instead.”
“Hmmm ... that’s something I wouldn’t fret about, Feri’nita. Go’denza was the hand dealing death to anyone she tried to touch. Swi’ya’s a smart gal ... she knows what’s going on.”
“But she isn’t here ... I wish she were here with us.”
He gave a lightly confused look at her. “Now you really surprised me.”
“Heh ... same. I was ... worried about last night. I let you get drunk, and I didn’t know what would happen.”
“How so?”
“You would have sex with every Itrean in the Hebis’soka. Instead, it was you, me, and Swi’ya.”
“ ... A man can’t always be held responsible for the demons unleashed by the firewater he drinks ... especially when others encourage him.”
“I know ... but ... I wanted to see what happened. I wanted to test you. I wouldn’t hold anything against you no matter what happened.”
“And did I pass?”
She snuggled her snout to his neck for a brief moment. “You did, dearie.”
“Swi’ya did say that I was good last night, but I had a feeling she said that because she hadn’t had the company of a man in years.”
“Yes, but you still were.”
“And now you want her back here...”
“Yes...”
Darin sighed. “Funny ... how we’re talking about this when we’ve got a fight tomorrow.”
“Better to talk about this than think about tomorrow.”
“Well, ... it does surprise me that you aren’t too jealous of having Swi’ya a part of all this...”
“ ... It’s true...,” Feri’nita commented. “I’d prefer that you have only me, but ... I know what’s in store for us. With the disease and all, one human male can have as many Itreans as he wants. I know the government would encourage this, but...”
“It’s what you want that’s important, ya hear?”
“And you, Darin. What I was trying to say ... if you could have the other women, I’d prefer that you be with those that I’m closest with.”
“Like Swi’ya?”
“Like Denji’Kei. I know our souls are together ... that’s what matters to me.”
“Hmm ... and what about tomorrow? Do you feel that you can handle an ol fashioned shootout?”
“I’d prefer no fighting ... but ... I know it isn’t going to happen.”
“Do you still want to head back to the ship, before the shootin starts?”
“ ... No ... No, it wouldn’t be right,” she explained. “This is my home planet. I’d disgrace myself if invaders came and I left.”
“But you feel like it.”
“Yes. I’m scared, Darin ... but not the way you think. I’m worried I’d lose you.”
“We’ve been in dangerous positions before.”
“I know ... but this time, I’m given too much time to think about it.”
“Nah ... it’ll be fine, I reckon. The rangers you helped get seem to be in good spirits too. Just amazed it takes so long for your planet to repel the criminal elite and alike...”
“You’re right, I’m afraid ... but then again, we just ... don’t normally see this type of attack. Even during the Emphra War, nothing happened here. I always heard the stories my father told me, but ... it just never reached Denji’Kei...”
“Well ... maybe they’ll be a little more alert if something like this were to happen again.”
“Perhaps...”
Feri’nita could see that Darin was exhausted, unfazed that the town was going to be facing a great struggle. However, she could note that Darin was simply not afraid of fighting the Shal’rein. Was it naivety or overconfidence? Or was it simply that Darin was absolutely sure that the fight would be grossly in the town’s favor?
None of that mattered anymore. Instead, she chose to snuggle up to Darin as much as she could, finding peace with her mate, while struggling to put any ill thoughts away. Amazingly, it wouldn’t take long for her to drift off to sleep...
It was approaching 0900 in the Denji’Kei morning. Jiqua’nyu remained well-lit. The Denji’Kei star glowed with great intensity at the hottest time of the day. Inside the Hebis’soka, Natch remained in a squatting position, his shotgun and tomahawk at the ready. Nerves seemed to be high as the countless townsfolk were getting ready, arming themselves and battening down the hatches and doors.
Natch used this time to steady himself. He opened the tiny container of various paints and saw that it was fresh, ready to apply to oneself.
He had made his peace. Before he knew it, however, the moment the metal lid popped open, a pair of Yutilians entered through his open door, into the room itself.
The Native American remained quiet. It disturbed his peace and quiet. He quickly recognized these Itreans from before, the ones that always seemed to hover around him. They were both in white and black dresses, with low-level shorts, and leather jerkins that might as well have served as their only defense against the bullets that could easily punch through them. On one of their possessions was a small pistol, possibly a two-shot derringer-like gun, in a holster. The other had a small dagger. In utter silence, they saw the man squatting, walked to sit beside him, and knelt on their digitigrade legs to face him. Their feathered tails both pointed to him in unison.
“What are you doing here?” he asked them. “You should seek shelter somewhere else...”
Of course they didn’t know any English. His words might as well have been gibberish. But Natch knew that these Itrean women saw safety through him. He sighed, knowing that they had made their choice.
The man said nothing else, letting the actions describe themselves. He reached down with two fingers and took a dab of black paint before placing some of it over the sides of his eyes and beneath his bandana, forming a pattern that would cross around the eyes and bridge of his nose.
It was war paint, a tradition that Natch was more than aware of, especially with dealing a possible all-out fight to the death with sharks that could gun down every person in town with ease and simplicity. He knew that if it was his day to die, then the Shal’rein would see his best face that he could show them.
The two Itreans kinked their necks slightly, seeing what he was doing. Immediately, one pressed her hand to stop Natch, while the other took the same paint and applied it to his face.
“No...,” he told them. “I would not want you to do this for me.”
The two ignored him, either not understanding him or brushing his words aside as if they were nothing. Despite his protest, one of the reptilian women would gently place the black paint upon him, forming a large line across his face as Natch intended. There was a small handheld mirror in the bag, which the one gently restraining the man’s hand reached for and plucked it out, lifting it close for the man to see.
“Very well,” he said, knowing he couldn’t stop them. He pointed to the red paint for them to see where to go next.
It was a little more than ten minutes later. Outside of the Hebis’soka near the broken-down shooting range of the western side of Jiqua’nyu, Darin stood at the small alleyway of two outer pagoda-like homes. He was not far from the small road that led away from town and towards the Denji’kei mountains and the great desert beyond. The obscure alleyway offered the perfect seclusion from prying eyes. He was armed, with both his revolver behind his coat and the rifle shouldered behind his back.
The Ax’ol’pa was not far from him, almost squeezed between the two walls in the process. Darin was not riding it yet, preferring to keep himself at the ready without burdening the animal.
Noon was approaching, reaching around 0910. In the cowboy’s hand was his small communicator. He lifted the device and brought it to his face before turning it on.
“Darin to the Rampage,” the cowboy called out. “Do you read?”
There was a short five-second pause before a familiar male voice responded from the device.
“I read you, Captain,” Minato replied back.
“Minato,...” Darin said. “Is the Rampage in position?”
“Yes, we are ... the one time I can tell We’tan’nok’s authorities to stuff it when it comes to being in low orbit near its traffic route for the city.”
“What do you see so far on your scanners?”
“We’re tracking five moving objects heading toward the eastern side of Jiqua’nyu, moving fast. They’ll be reaching the outer boundary of the town in a few minutes. It has to be the Shal’rein, sir.”
“Go’denza is a little ahead of schedule, but always to her word, I reckon. What do you see so far?”
“I’d say that two of them are wagons ... crude design, animals moving them. Two smaller vehicles ... probably hoverbikes. The other is one of their unicycle Likersha motorbikes of theirs ... hadn’t seen one of them since I lost the bet at the races. They’re all heading towards the eastern side of Jiqua’nyu.”
“Alright...”
“Sir, we got a recent update to pass along on our earlier scans that you should be aware of. We finally found something about our local bandits.”
“What about it?”
“Apparently, from the past log entries from Denji’Kei, there was a little bit of a battle in orbit here ... around eleven ... twelve years ago, if you’d call it a battle to begin with ... a lone Shal’rein scout ship showed up.”
“Twelve years ago ... that would be around the time when the Itreans went to war with each other.”
“Yeah, it’s the only recorded fight they have, but ... from the log entries, the scout ship was in low orbit till We’tan’nok managed to hit them. There are discrepancies in the report that the ship either broke up in orbit and blew up or crashed onto the surface somewhere. Denji-kei sent their forces to survey the supposed crash site but found nothing. They discontinued the search a month later.”
“And I don’t suppose we got an update for them, am I right?”
“Yep, we do ... at least we think we do. Discovered it thirty minutes ago when we were circling back into orbit near Jiqua’nyu. Found remains of debris near the central equator, buried in the mountain regions. Composite materials might be similar to the scout ship, but I’d believe it if we actually saw it.”
“Did you see it?” Darin asked him.
“There were a few intermittent blips ... a lot of wreckage through that area. The desert sands, heavy dust, and mountain rocks that fill that area could swallow up any ship remains. In ten years, I’m surprised we were able to find it at all.”
“They just had you at the helm.”
“Or the equipment, for that matter. With their limited resources, it was probably a lot easier for Denji’Kei to mark anybody that might have survived being pecked like that for being dead.”
“They might have been right for all we knew. What’s the crew complement for their scout ships?”
“Depends. A Sira or Dyo class, around 50 at most. I don’t know, Captain. I don’t know how anybody could have survived that, let alone years in that crap.”
“It’s because we underestimate the Shal’rein and how well they can handle what’s thrown at them. I reckon we’re going to find out about it soon ... keep me appraised, make sure Charles is ready, and keep your finger on the button, Minato. Darin out...”
By now, the sounds of distant vehicles could be heard as Darin broke communications with the Rampage. The cowboy poked his head out from the alley to look into the street leading eastward through town. Much as Minato had stated, Darin could mark upon much of the town scenery and events that were to transpire.
From the different rooftops, a few of the Itrean rangers, mostly being little more than Denji’kei soldiers, remained on standby. Much like the typical T’rintar warriors, these Itreans were better equipped than most of the townsfolk. They wore green-and-black wrap armor that covered most of their bodies and tails, except for their feathery heads. At least two of them had semi-auto sniper rifles in their possession, more modern T’rintar equipment. However, even the ranger’s equipment was somewhat questionable in how up-to-date their gear was. The wrap armor itself seemed dilapidated and poorly maintained, with signs of heavy wear on its surface. The wrap armor, capable of retracting over the user’s head, was either broken or never equipped to do so. Even Darin wondered how effective these soldiers would be once the battle commenced.
Czarek was a few buildings from Darin’s position, being on top of the rooftops. Unlike the day before, the jump trooper had replaced his hat with that of a green and brown headover that covered his hair. Most of the rangers, including Czarek, rested on the few buildings with flat roofs rather than the more steeply sloped pagoda-like structures. They provided a basic lip so that they could hide and avoid being seen.
None of the town’s inhabitants were outside, preferring to seek cover inside their homes or businesses. Many peered from their windows from time to time, but there was little else. From the Hebis’soka, Darin knew there were a couple of windows from the 2nd floor that offered a vantage point to the central street below. Most likely, Natch and Swi’ya were around those adjacent rooms.
The main water tank was still resting at the same place as before, not too far from the Hebis’soka, tucked into the eastern street leading out of the town. By now, the vehicles were starting to pull in. The hoverbikes and unicycle motorbike gave out hints of purple across their sides. One of the wagons could also be depicted, where a pair of Ax’ol’pa were used to move them.
Darin turned back into cover. He lifted his communicator and tapped a button.
“Natch, Czarek, Feri’nita, do you copy?” he said.
“Natch here,” the Native American replied.
“I hear you, dearie,” Feri’nita said.
“Loud and clear, Cap,” Czarek added.
“I have eyes on Go’denza,” Darin explained. “I trust everyone’s in position?”
“Ready to go, Cap.”
“In position,” Natch said.
“Where you at, Feri’nita?” Darin asked her.
“I’m not in the Hebis’soka,” she replied. “I’m in the Ko’jik store with several others. Everything is boarded up. We have so much at the door that it would be the last place they want to see.”
“Good, stay there ... Nobody give way to our position. Let them come to the center of town first. They’re expectin a fight ... wait till I give the signal before we go ... standy...”
Darin had to admit that he hated the idea of what he was going to do, but the fact remained that Go’denza was going to kill everyone in town if she didn’t get what she wanted. Most likely, she wouldn’t be pleased, forcing Darin’s hand. Even now, Shal’rein were jumping off the wagons quickly, progressing into the eastern side of Jiqua’nyu. Much as Czarek had commented earlier, there were two Shal’rein gunners armed with portable railguns, weapons strong enough to punch through any buildings, let alone shoot down an opposing shuttlecraft. They had to be taken down first.
Go’denza quickly got off her bike as she started heading down to join up with her gang. This left three Shal’rein, including one of their railgun gunners, standing on top of the wagons. Every Shal’rein was differently dressed, wearing a combination of ponchos, makeshift clothing, rags, shawls, or something fancy- anything that they got a hold of, made themselves, or stole.
Everything in Jiqua’nyu was utterly silent. The hint of the occasional winds could be heard. Darin knew that Itrean hearing was sensitive, being able to track things from long distances. With the Shal’rein, they were no different. He had to calculate this just right. Everyone else was remaining in hiding, including the Itrean rangers.
From the Shal’rein gangsters’ viewpoint, the town was all but empty. Many of the Shal’rein women were at the ready, looking at anything that might have been out of place. Their shark-like heads peered towards the windows and rooftops.
Go’denza looked around as well, but her eyes remained focused on the prize, the vat of water near the Hebis’soka. Darin briefly took his hat off and peered around the corner wall, doing everything he could to lower his profile before putting himself back into cover again. He put his hat back on, unshouldered his rifle, and made sure that it was set to fire single shots only.
It would have been so easy ... a sniper could have made the shot, maybe hit Go’denza and taken her down, but Darin had to weigh the decisions carefully. The Shal’rein were completely on alert. Most likely, they assumed that the townsfolk hadn’t left. No doubt they were expecting a sniper. It was just as likely the attempted assassin would be shot dead before even making the shot. The Shal’rein needed to be taken alive if possible.
By now, most of the Shal’rein had reached the center of town. Darin noted that there were 20 in total, more than what was originally counted. A few of the Shal’rein looked at the water, seemingly disgusted by the small quantity that was held inside. Even Go’denza didn’t seem impressed. She unholstered her revolver and pointed it at the air, her eyes glaring around. Most had slowed to a halt, noting the scenery carefully.
“Swi’ya!” Go’denza yelled out her name so that everyone could hear it. “Kayta’ioanda... clickclick?”
Silence ... no response to Go’denza’s queries. With her revolver pointed directly into the air, she pulled the trigger.
Bang! A gunshot popped off in town as the gang remained on the search.
“ ... Darin?”...” Go’denza called out his name. “ ... ou ... here?” She tried to say it in completely butchered English. “Comb ... out ... or ... I keel!”
Darin lifted the communicator and tapped its button, keeping his voice low.
“Minato,” Darin called out on his communicator. “You got the firing solution?”
“Locked and ready to go,” Minato replied. “Sir, if we do it, there will be collateral damage. Those vehicles are too close to the buildings.”
Go’denza held her gray hand. For a moment, she thought she heard something. It was coming from the western direction of the town.
“Just do it...,” Darin told him.
“Got it,” Minato replied. “Here comes the rain...”
Go’denza held her revolver and pointed towards the buildings where Darin might have been. She raised her hand and tried to say something.
“Swi’ya ... Darin ... Lorea’tantyu. Ja’ya’laenya de...”
There was the sound of a large crack in the sky. From orbit, the Rampage’s nose was pointed directly at the target as the forward heavy railgun opened fire, unleashing a spray of blue and purple particles into space directly to the planet below. A hypervelocity round was expelled, followed by another shot. From the heavens, the tungsten shells screamed towards the targets.
From an angular view, Go’denza turned her head to look behind her. A blast wave echoed out from the western side of Jiqua’nyu as a hypervelocity shell, the size of a small shed, slammed at the outer edge, crashing into the sands at tremendous speeds. Carefully aimed and attuned by Minato, the shell didn’t directly land on top of the vehicles, but landed by their sides. The concussive shockwave radiated outward, producing a sizeable crater, big enough to fit an entire house. The blast was enough to lift the entire set of vehicles and wagons up into the air.
The second shot impacted, but slightly closer. One of the wagons, in mid-liftoff, was struck and shattered into a million pieces. The Ax’ol’pa were thrown into various directions, along with the drivers and occupants. Shrapnel and broken vehicles flew outward as they struck the westernmost buildings’ sides, shattering glass and wood panels alike. The Shal’rein railgun gunner was blown to pieces by the shell’s powerful impact. The animals and remaining Shal’rein were either dead or rendered unconscious.
A small fireball was flung into the air from the two explosions as the Shal’rein reacted in shock. Their wagons, their vehicles, their means of escape were obliterated before their eyes.
Instantly, the call sign was given. Czarek, the Itrean rangers, Darin, and other Yutilians hiding and near their windows poked out and began firing directly into the Shal’rein gang. The different varieties of bullets either struck or missed the sharks as they immediately returned fire.
All hell broke loose in the town. Gunshots were everywhere. The sniper rounds from the rangers struck and landed directly into one of the Shal’rein women’s foreheads, killing her instantly. She went crashing to the dirt. Czarek lifted his Mosin Nagant rifle, took quick aim, and fired, sending a heavy round directly into the shoulder of one of the women. The Shal’rein gangster screamed in pain as she recoiled back. The jump trooper cycled the bolt and tried to take aim again when another Shal’rein pointed her gun and fired at the jump trooper. However, Czarek was quick, seeing the barrel pointed at him and moving out of the way before she pulled the trigger.
Darin took two shots at Go’denza but, due to the longer range, only nicked her on the arm. In return, she took quick aim and tried to pull the trigger.
Bam, a shot from one of the Yutilians struck the gang leader in the hand, almost causing Go’denza to drop her pistol in pain. She pulled the trigger as the round missed, putting a small hole in the side of Darin’s hat. Darin had to pull back. The accuracy of the Shal’rein was becoming prevalent. Instantly, Go’denza turned her revolver at the Yutilian, one of the townsfolk hiding behind the window, took quick aim, and fired, hitting the small Itrean in the neck. Blood shot outward as she fell to the ground dead.
One of the rangers from the roof was hit and killed instantly, her body slumped over the side as the rifle fell to the ground below.
“Gorta! Gorta!” Go’denza yelled out, gesturing for her gang to scatter in all directions. With all-out gunfire prevalent in the town, Darin resituated his hat and jumped back to his Ax’ol’pa. The animal seemed quite relaxed despite the chaos.
“Sorry buddy,” he said to the beast, shouldering his rifle and climbing onto it and scraping his butt against the alley wall. “Didn’t mean to kill your brethren out there, but I reckon Go’denza doesn’t have anything good in store for you either...”
The animal lightly waved his head forward. Putting his boot into the stirrup, he quickly rose up and sat down upon the beast’s back.
Grabbing the reins, Darin knew that he couldn’t turn around due to the narrow alleyway. He would have to drive forward straight into Go’denza’s firing angle. But there wasn’t much of a choice either. If she were to press forward, she could simply gun him down from the street. He had to move then and now.
Czarek moved a little bit to the right as he quickly shifted his head and rifle up, took aim at one of the Shal’rein, and fired. The shot grazed another Shal’rein in the leg. However, the man felt something hot hitting his shoulder.
“Laser fuck!” Czarek yelled out, diving back into cover and rolling. He knew the hammerhead Shal’rein had tuned her laser trident to his direction. Another half second and the laser beam would have drilled into his shoulder.
“Czarek,” Darin’s voice echoed from the comms device. “Provide cover fire!”
“Trying, Cap. It’d be nice if I had my fucking rifle instead of this.”
Gunshots continued to rain out in the town. Itreans shooting from rooftops, windows. The Shal’rein gang were taking hits, bleeding from various sections of their bodies as they tried to find cover or bash into the doors leading into the houses. By now, Jiqua’nyu had become an all-out warzone. Only two or three Shal’rein were lying on the ground dead or dying.
Meanwhile, the living ones were taking the hits and easily bashing down the resistance. Their shots were usually dead on, missing a few times when the targets moved or jostled around to throw their aim off. Another ranger from the rooftop was hit as she fell from the roof and down to the ground. The Yutilian wrap armor was almost useless against the higher-caliber rounds from the Shal’rein firearms.
Czarek could see that Darin was about to rush out with his Ax’ol’pa. Go’denza had turned her attention to one of the windows, trying to gun down another Itrean that shot at her. Lifting his rifle up and taking aim at a yellow colored Shal’rein, he fired, hitting her in the tail. He quickly backed into cover again.
Bam, a bullet hole struck near him, a round narrowly hitting him.
Bang, Bang, Bang. From the Hebis’soka’s easternmost window, Natch’s shotgun went off. Three heavy 10-gauge buckshot rained down upon one of the Shal’rein, striking her in the face and arm. She dropped her gun and fell to the dirt, screaming in agony.
Suddenly, Darin took off. From the small alleyway, the cowboy riding on the alien horse charged outward and toward the westernmost building. Under heavy gallop, the animal moved as fast as it could to get out of the firing line.
“Yah, Yah!” Darin yelled out, slapping the reins. He unholstered his revolver, took quick aim, and fired at the crowd of Shal’rein. By the time Go’denza turned back to look at him, the cowboy and the animal had nearly reached past the buildings, almost out of her line of sight. Two bullets whizzed past her. Fired from atop a moving animal at the range was nearly impossible, but it didn’t matter. She lightly recoiled back and tried to take aim, narrowly putting the ironsights upon Darin by the time he vanished.
There was more chaos in the streets of Jiqua’nyu. One of the Shal’rein slammed herself into the barred door leading to Feri’nita, but the countess was true to her word. Every piece of furniture and board was pressed against it. The shark-like woman was repelled, causing her to run forward to the adjacent building.
The gang was starting to scatter too much. The all-out fight was unnerving, putting everyone to their absolute limits. Even if the Shal’rein were better shooters, the fact was that they were outnumbered. Most of the town was shooting back at them. It was proving to be a death by a thousand cuts. If one bullet didn’t kill them, then the countless smaller bullets would. Some were already bleeding, their blood draining onto the sandy ground below them as they would continue fighting back against their attackers.
It was far from over. On the Ax’ol’pa’s back, riding around the outer lip of Jiqua’nyu, Darin was determined to get back into the fight as soon as possible. The beast moved as fast as it could, galloping on all four legs. By now, he had reached the northern section of the town, looking upon the backs of the plethora of buildings ahead of him. Meanwhile, the gunshots grew in volume. He would reach the Hebis’soka soon.
“Darin,” Natch’s voice echoed from the comms device. “Three of the Shal’rein are storming into the Hebis’soka. It’s just me, Swi’ya, and two other Itreans with me.”
“I’m coming, Natch,” Darin replied. “Hang in there!”
The sounds of a railgun being fired could be heard. Near the eastern center of Jiqua’nyu, the sole surviving railgun gunner was moving forward. Almost like that of a berserker, the Shal’rein’s snout and finned head were covered in a red four-print handprint across her face. Bullets had hit her a few times, but she wasn’t stopping. She took aim and fired a shot, unleashing a hypervelocity round that slammed into one of the pagoda-like buildings, shattering a part of the foundation and knocking one of the Itrean rangers from the roof. The ranger fired a few shots with her rifle as she was hit by one of the Shal’rein rifles. With one last act of defiance, she dropped her gun and unsheathed two small blades that connected to her wrap armor. She charged, leaped into the air by several feet, and landed onto the Shal’rein railgunner.
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