Drones overhead revealed the enemy territory via LiDAR readings.
The enemy’s shield-tech was far advanced, blips of movement only appearing sporadically on each soldier’s heads-up-display. They couldn’t get a complete picture.
But it was enough.
Orders remained. Subdue at all costs.
A military unit moved out in small groups, silently diverging through the forest toward the enemy.
The unit advanced on the clearing, emerging through the brush at once.
The scene that greeted them froze them still.
The enemy, frail creatures, frantic, broken, scurrying around the remains of a crashed star-ship, were vulnerable.
The unit commander demanded a fall-back.
© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner
June 3, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story being leashed. Is it literal or metaphorical? Who or what is leashed. How does it set the tone? Go where the prompt leads!
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