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Sunday, March 20, 2011

Rearguard Assault Action



Tactical superiority team guarding the Wolframs' retreat
meets an ASS-TON OF IMPERIAL ARTILLERY.


"They're shooting at us!!" "No, they're gunning for us... they must think we're something else...!"

"Guess we're walking, fellas."


Game end.


Sgt. Simeon's Terminators materialize in a distinctive blaze of static and light the Imperials find all too familiar...


"Who the f#$k is in charge here??"

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