Kael POV
The raid lasted eleven minutes.
That was the thing about fights with people who weren't soldiers: they moved fast until they didn't, until the first real resistance hit them, and they had to decide if this was worth dying for. Most of the time, it wasn't. Most of the time, eleven minutes was enough to make that point clearly.
Kael made it clear.
He took the eastern section with six fighters and hit the raiding group before they finished breaching the outer marker. Clean angles, minimal exposure, the kind of coordinated pressure that collapsed momentum fast. His people were good. They'd trained for exactly this.
What he hadn't trained for was the gap in the third post anchor.
