I leaned my face forward towards Weston's back, trying to erase the image. Silly me, the moment I closed my eyes, a slideshow of recent horrors projected itself one by one on the back of my eyelids. Starting with Leif, ending with Obsidian. We're all just pawns.
Upon opening my eyes, the front of the metallic hub came into view, as more missiles landed in the front. Destroying the Citadel defense, creating an opening for the convoy to ride straight into. It was almost game time. We flew past the debris and into the hub. A grand opening vestibule, beautiful granite floor inside. Scientists flocking to and fro as the Resistance began mowing them down violently, no remorse at all. Just bodies and gunfire, bodies and gunfire, not a question was uttered.