DominionChapter 22 Occultation
Just as it was, one year ago in the Augusta battle, the defenders of the human race had to suffer the freezing January air on their faces as they stared down the forces of Dominion. It was late in the morning with heavy overcast, and the western sky was smudged with the wings of the unholy. The soldiers, men from the last free nations on Earth, shivered in their boots, not just from the winter sting, but from what they were up against. They had seen the footage of the Augusta battle, they...