The Starfire
The smoke columns rose from the snowfield like black threads binding earth to sky. Major Eleanor Vance sat in the edge of a shell crater, her breath pluming in the bitter air. Around her, the remnants of the signal intelligence platoon lay scattered across the frozen ground—twelve souls extinguished in a single night of precision strikes. Her BMP-2 armored vehicle still smoldered thirty meters...
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