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Kingswill Groundside, One Week Later

In the dying light of day, the Republican ground forces found themselves entrenched within the ruins of a city that had once been their stronghold. The relentless advance of the combined Loyalist and Imperial forces closed in around them, their coordinated movements a testament to their unwavering determination. The echoes of war reverberated through the decimated streets, a haunting symphony of conflict.

Brigadier General Marcus Harding, a battle-hardened leader who had faced countless adversities, stood resolute at the forefront of his beleaguered troops. His eyes surveyed the grim landscape, his mind racing to formulate a strategy that could salvage a dire situation. The Loyalists and Imperial Royal Marines fought with a seamless unity, their tactics precise and unyielding. It was a formidable alliance that pushed the Republican forces to their limits.

As the Loyalist and Imperial forces drew nearer, General Harding's voice carried across the ranks of his soldiers, a fierce reminder of their duty even in the face of overwhelming odds. "Hold the line, soldiers! We will not falter. Our cause is just, and we will fight until the last breath!"

The Republican troops, weary and battered, tightened their grip on their weapons. Determination mingled with a sense of foreboding on their faces. The Loyalists and Imperial forces advanced, their synchronized march a stark contrast to the chaos that awaited them.

The ensuing clash was brutal and merciless. Republican soldiers fought valiantly, their backs against the crumbling remnants of buildings, their resistance a testament to their unyielding spirit. The streets became a battleground, every step contested with fervour and desperation.

Amidst the chaos, General Harding watched as the Loyalists and Imperial forces operated in perfect coordination, their combined efforts eroding the defenses of his troops. Imperial Royal Marines and Orbital Drop Troopers moved with calculated precision, their tactical prowess on full display.

Despite their tenacity, the Republican soldiers found themselves slowly but surely pushed back, their resistance gradually worn down by the relentless assault. The Loyalist and Imperial forces advanced with a grim determination that seemed insurmountable.

As the battle raged on, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the harrowing scene. In a final, tragic turn of events, the Republican forces were cornered and overwhelmed by the relentless advance of their adversaries.

The Loyalists, their fanaticism fuelled by their cause, showed no mercy. In a shocking and ruthless manoeuvre, they mercilessly eliminated the remaining Republican soldiers, their actions swift and unrelenting. The cries of the fallen and the stench of death filled the air, a stark contrast to the chaos that had preceded it.

Imperial Royal Marines and Orbital Drop Troopers, who had fought alongside the Loyalist forces, stood in stunned silence as they witnessed the brutal conclusion to the battle. The shock of the Loyalists' actions rippled through their ranks, a jarring juxtaposition to their own more disciplined and humane approach to warfare.

In the aftermath, a heavy silence settled over the battlefield. General Harding surveyed the devastation before him, a mix of grief and horror etched onto his face.
His Grief did not last long as a Loyalist Officer shot him dead along with his command staff.