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Battle's End
The Ohm had retreated. The various GIA forces on Lirath were withdrawn.
Refugees were being treated and dropped off at the refugee camps, and the crew that had been left there was gathered up. There hadn't been any other outbursts of Catastrophist attacks--it seemed that all of them had either been taken out or killed. Those that had been captured quickly self-detonated their neural explosives to avoid questioning, though the bodies still remained for investigation. Plenty of dead Ohm were there for study as well. Perhaps now the forces aligned against the bug menace could get some answers.
Currently, the Trans 9 was in orbit around the planet the camps were on while Stacy regenerated, allowing them access to and communication with the GIA. Several of the surviving GIA ships were orbiting, making similar repairs. It would be there only briefly before moving out.
Life went on.
Except, of course, when it didn't.
There was no time to recover the countless bodies lost in battle and it wasn't safe to stay on Lirath after the attack. The Ohm could possibly come back in greater force. Only one body was gathered up, with great respect and dignity, and carried up to the Transmigration 9--Superman's.
However, despite the people lost on Lirath--refugees, soldiers, and crew alike--the Ohm had been hurt badly this day. A full invasion force had been defeated, sent running.
They could be beaten, after all.
Refugees were being treated and dropped off at the refugee camps, and the crew that had been left there was gathered up. There hadn't been any other outbursts of Catastrophist attacks--it seemed that all of them had either been taken out or killed. Those that had been captured quickly self-detonated their neural explosives to avoid questioning, though the bodies still remained for investigation. Plenty of dead Ohm were there for study as well. Perhaps now the forces aligned against the bug menace could get some answers.
Currently, the Trans 9 was in orbit around the planet the camps were on while Stacy regenerated, allowing them access to and communication with the GIA. Several of the surviving GIA ships were orbiting, making similar repairs. It would be there only briefly before moving out.
Life went on.
Except, of course, when it didn't.
There was no time to recover the countless bodies lost in battle and it wasn't safe to stay on Lirath after the attack. The Ohm could possibly come back in greater force. Only one body was gathered up, with great respect and dignity, and carried up to the Transmigration 9--Superman's.
However, despite the people lost on Lirath--refugees, soldiers, and crew alike--the Ohm had been hurt badly this day. A full invasion force had been defeated, sent running.
They could be beaten, after all.
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She tried not to stare at the GIA guy as he left the building, and waited to the side for everyone to file out. She stepped in once she was sure Leon was the last one in there.
She peeked her head in but couldn't contain herself once she saw him. "Leon!" She jogged in to him and grabbed onto his arm. His nice, strong arms that made her safe. "We're really okay? It's really over?"
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"Yeah, that battle is really over." He'd love to say the war with the Ohm was over, but this was far from it. "We're okay now."
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She pulled away from him and pulled her arms behind her back and clasped them together. "And... Sherry.... and--Claire," she seemed to make an effort to keep any dislike out of her voice when she said her name. Now wasn't the time, and she knew it. "They're okay too? And that Spanish guy?"
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LewisLuis," Leon corrected, filling in the name for her. "They're all fine, they all made it through all right." He appreciated her asking, even though he knew she wasn't fond of Claire. But it seemed as though she was moving on."So Nightwing was amazing~, huh?" he teased a little. "I'll have to thank him for saving you."
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She walked a few paces to the side, then turned to look at him. "Maybe you can teach me a little better. I thought I could do it from watching you. I guess it's harder than you made it look."
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"Uh..." He wasn't thrilled about the idea of giving Ashley gun lessons, but she was going to need to learn how to defend herself. The thought passed through his mind that Claire could teach her, but Claire + Ashley + Firearms = Disaster.
"I'll think about it, but I've been doing this for a long time. Its all second nature by now.
"Are you sure that's something you want to learn?"
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"I just don't want to get in the way," she said, a little more seriously. "And if someone tries to hurt me or something because they don't like you, I want to be prepared. But I suppose you're always really busy, since you're Captain and everything..."