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With it being Jewish New Year, CapRed is with their family. So, after a quick message, I have been asked to skip their turn.
The young, clean cut, officer raised one hand up, his carbine lowered in the other. His men moved in behind him. "I am..." it looked like he had yet to make up his mind up on something. He then vomited, the tension of battle getting to him; or so it seemed. He sttod up straight and tried again. "I am Captain Price, from Spinnaker province. Formerly of His Majesty's Palace Guard, looks like we got here in the nick of." He then pondered on the content of his stomach, then continued to answer the questions. "So to answer your questions in order... Harry Price, and because I'm on your blasted side and my men have just stopped an assault on your position." The men were certainly dressed in the Dynasty's uniform. This Captain Price wore a peaked cap with bright yelow fatigues under his lifesaver vest. His accent was certainly that clipped twang of a man from the commercial hub of Spinnaker. But only a native might pick up that nuance.
Driving away from the Palace the small convoy made for the hangar. This seemed to be the main holdout for the defence, that and their might be a transport to get out of Theed swiftly. Jafan drifted back into consciousness, to see the fires of Theed. The trails of climbing flowers roasted, the marble arches were cracking some were broken. He began moaning, the horror of such a beautiful place being ravaged by war. They would pay, they would pay for this. He turned to Sukie, his vision swimming and his eyes trying to focus. "Captain... General... Ms Bathors... please... stay with us. We will need you more than ever... your Starborne." He fell out of consciousness and then came to. "Make them pay." Something felt like it stabbed him. "Fight with us... they hurt you and us..."
The units fleeing tried one final charge, to overwhlem their captors at the Main Promenade. Any available transport was overlaiden with troops all firing into the line. This desperate charge would only be a mere footnote in some of the reports of the RNSF officers. With this the last efforts of the Deeja Peak Alliance forces were halted. Save one.
Deep in the tunnels of the cliffside that had the Palace on it, two men finally were nearing the exit at the base of the cliff. These Riflemen had abandoned their weapons, one was wounded and being dragged by his subordinate. But they would survive as they disappeared into the Plains, calling up a light mechanised unit that was hiding in a thicket. Just some more vehicles fleeing the capital.