The station was breaking apart around him. The enemy Walkers had fired rails inside the habitable zone, and now there was a shuttle-sized holes in the walls.
He couldn’t see any other survivors of the initial assault. The station was locking down. He wouldn’t make it to an evacuation point. That left… The prototype Walker lay on its base like a broken toy. Its hatch was open. Maybe it was still functional, or at least more sheltered.
But he had to move before the enemy robots came back for it. He dashed out of cover. This was his one chance.

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