She had a clear view of the battle, and it appears that the Gartagen were holding their line. The only issue she had was the fact that the other Cities across Lucarin were rapidly falling. The Atraxians were striking all at once, and the Shield General in charge of this planet's defenses had not acted swiftly enough in evacuating the civilians.
Kamilla turned around and noticed many of the Civilians were sitting firmly behind them. The flashes and thunderous reports of heavy weapons causing the ground to shake. Lucarin still stood. Moments passed, then an hour. Before long the Gartagen's were in the middle of their Organized retreat. As were Alliance and Tai Pan relief forces that had come to aid in the defense of the world.
The Atraxians were poised to enter Lucarin City, and from the view looking down on them, their vast hoards of Mecha, and soldiers were wasiting no time. Kamilla turned and barked her orders. "This is it. There isn't any retreat, we either win or we die. Fight house to house, and hand to hand. Surrendering to Atraxians is not an option!"
The woman, Hotaru Akiyama, swallowed nervously. She wasn't a soldier. That should have been obvious to anyone. She barely reached five foot in height, and thanks to a chronic lack of proper nutrition she was thin enough to nearly disappear into her sturdy traveling clothes. Unfortunately, she had a suspicion that the Atraxians wouldn't care about what she did or didn't look like. So she tightened her grip on her pistol and drew it from her jacket, sweat clinging to her pale skin from both the heat and the fear of the upcoming battle.
A familiar tingle rose up in the back of her mind as she exerted her mental abilities, feeling out the gun in her hand without looking at it. She didn't sense any faults within the gun, or the ammo loaded into it. She hadn't sensed anything the other times she'd checked, either, but it paid to be thorough. Not for the first time, she considered running for it, further into the city. She might be able to find some hidden basement to teleport herself into. That would work.
...Until it didn't. Knowing her luck, the Atraxians probably had some kind of way of rooting out hidden civilians. With a grimace, she admitted that her best bet was probably to stick close to the trained soldiers. She just hoped the elf knew what she was doing.
His men stood at the ready behind him, and Alex looked over his equipment to ensure his low chances of survival. His carapace armor was dark, and the symbol of the Azalea Company on it's back, and the symbol of the Empress on his chest. He wore her symbol proudly, it giving him the courage to fight on for a better future. His blade sat in his hand, long and pointed, suitable for both casual fencing and for graceful attacks in war. Tucked into a makeshift holster was a unnecessarily gaudy revolver from off world, more for status than war, but still a cold instrument of death.
He smiled at the incoming wave of death, placed his elegant helmet on his head, and waited for orders. He stood like a professional, a warrior through and through.
Briefly she felt a precognitive reflex take over. Yet Hotaru did not need it to know what was coming. Battle, blood, and death. But something was in fact unusual. In her vision, it was not the soldiers of the Atraxians who would cause the death of this city. Rather from her prescient view of the near future, Hotaru gleaned that the soldiers of this city would be largely successful in their defense.
Before her, very position sat a ruin of this great place, strewn with the bodies of fallen Atraxians. They were clad in their heavy armor that seemed to be slapped together from scrap. However, and disconcertingly so, the bodies of the Kowlooni defenders lay, much as they stood. In their organized columns, still clutching their weapons. Pools of blood and gore flowed from every orifice of their bodies.
Peering at Hotaru was alone Atraxian man. wearing simple clothing. His pallid flesh and sharp green eyes locked on to hers. "You are like me." He said in a booming voice that reverberated in Hotaru's skull.
"I am going to do to you what I am going to do to them. I want you to tell them. I am coming."
Then the vision from the veil lifted, and Hotaru found her self looking at the present. Kamilla eying her, and the Elven man and his guards. Kamilla pointed at Hotaru. "Arm the civilian's Anybody capable of fighting is going to probably have to do so." She said commanding Ridgewood.
"No, no no no...we can't stay here, something, someone's coming! We...we need to go, or fall back, or whatever! He knows where we are, he'll kill us all!" she stammered out. Her knuckles went white as she gripped her handgun tightly. She had only felt so certain that something terrible was about to happen once, on the worst day of her life.