The Central Plaza of Bastion was packed shoulder-to-shoulder, yet it was eerily silent. Only the roaring of the Bio-Reactor's thermal chimneys and the hiss of escaping steam broke the quiet.
It was the entirety of the Spiral's military might, unified for the first time in the Sector's history.
The Troglodytes, clad in thick leather and wielding heavy Star-Iron mauls, stood like a wall of gray muscle.
The Grey-Fins crouched low, their toxic spears resting on their shoulders.
The Shell-Kin formed the rearguard, their ancient stone shells reinforced with newly forged metal plating.
The Kobolds lined the balconies and rooftops, their heavy crossbows loaded with armor-piercing bolts.
The Mudskippers carried clay pots of acid and flammable tar hanging from their belts.
