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Kilgore tracked from a distance over the flood plain moving south. He climbed a hill to a ruined fort. The stone was broken and the walls caved in, but the view over the flood plains was clear. A port city rose on the coast miles in the distance. Corinth, said the Sephiroth. His internal database offered overflowing information on every point Kilgore’s optics focused. Sita Moon and Caloin remained visible from here.
Sephiroth alerted Kilgore to another Green approaching from the mountains in the north west. Greens were typically rare on a planet. Most had populations composed of Blues that ran the same track of sleep/work/eat/sleep every day. Greens would congregate in cities to trade and resupply, but were markedly rare in the wilder regions of a planet.
If this was truly the Seed Planet of legend, it would sustain an population of Greens. No outsider was permitted to set foot on this ground, not even Galaxy Knights. That law was passed by the Imperator himself. The CybR could hide him to an extant. Without his blaster, Kilgore had no chance of fighting off any well-equipped opponent.
Sephiroth revealed a name. "Duke" moved between cover to approach. Duke was a warrior, clad in white heavy plate armor. He moved impossibly fast for someone so encumbered. He was attacking before Kilgore could react, chopping with a glowing longsword.
The attack connected, spraying sparks across the CybR, but did not penetrate the thick armor panels. The discharge of energy shook and clenched Kilgore’s organic body within. Kilgore swung with his pulse saber, but could not keep up with Duke’s melee. Duke ducked and danced easily from each attack.
The attack connected, spraying sparks across the CybR, but did not penetrate the thick armor panels. The discharge of energy shook and clenched Kilgore’s organic body within. Kilgore swung with his pulse saber, but could not keep up with Duke’s melee. Duke ducked and danced easily from each attack.
A blow to the head stole Kilgore’s senses a moment, and Duke took the opportunity to drive the sword in the seams of the CybR. The sword blade pierced Kilgore’s fragile organic body, but adrenaline sacks in the shoulder pads kicked in and blasted away the pain. Kilgore parried the next strike with his pulse saber, but he could not land a strike on Duke.
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