Thankfully the civilian follows without significant struggle and Daniel's able to time their movement between the arrhythmic pulses of missiles striking reinforced steel so they can dart out from the bunker into a conjoined hallway.
"How the hell did you -?" Daniel begins as soon as they're moving down one of the narrow passageways perpendicular to this planet's evident gateroom. The build of the place, the architecture, it's all vaguely 1940's in aesthetic and construction.
The meaning of that evaluation, of this planet region's current ballistic conflict, makes itself horribly stark in Daniel's mind. The tense survival instinct dissolves into curdled dread. He knows this.
He gets little time to consider those implications before a hostile shout erupts in front of them. A figure opposite to them - a rebel, Daniel remembers distantly - raises a weapon, points it at the civilian with the clear intent to fire.
Without hesitation, Daniel empties his clip into the other man's chest.
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"How the hell did you -?" Daniel begins as soon as they're moving down one of the narrow passageways perpendicular to this planet's evident gateroom. The build of the place, the architecture, it's all vaguely 1940's in aesthetic and construction.
The meaning of that evaluation, of this planet region's current ballistic conflict, makes itself horribly stark in Daniel's mind. The tense survival instinct dissolves into curdled dread. He knows this.
He gets little time to consider those implications before a hostile shout erupts in front of them. A figure opposite to them - a rebel, Daniel remembers distantly - raises a weapon, points it at the civilian with the clear intent to fire.
Without hesitation, Daniel empties his clip into the other man's chest.