The dunes of aral shift and wave in the wind as the night continues to darken, rumbling slightly as animals flee from their buried nests. A geyser of sand and chips of stone erupts forth as Lyle and Mauser, locked together as they exchange blows, tumble through the air, shattered wings and sputtering jump jets struggling to steady themselves as they plummet into the sand, separating as they roll wildly over the hills, their armored suits sending chips of sparking circuits and chunks of bleeding chitin flying away. They stop, nearly ten meters apart, and Lyle hoists himself up, stripping off dead and dying armored plating as Mauser ejects himself from his shattered drop suit.
“Damn conditions.” Lyle grumbles as he wipes blood from his mouth. “First it's some officer whining about some old tower 'oh but it was the first thing the settlers built,'” he says in a mocking tone. “And filled with armed combatants to boot, yea. Now I gotta tip toe around a pile of rocks some snake people made 'cuz it looks pretty.” Lyle stands up as he kicks a clawed boot from his foot, sending it arcing through the sky as Mauser pulls a large, humming machete shaped vibroblade from his suit's pack, and Lyle extends his own arm blades, and the two charge each other, their weapons clashing with a burst of sparks that flash against the dimly lit dunes beneath the star filled, cloudless sky.
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