The New Republic of Texas

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E. Mandervellt. The New Republic of Texas

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CHAPTER THIRTY

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

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"Three units down!" cried a brown-clad Tank Commander to Fleet Admiral Fowl. His workstation, littered in data feeds of the action happening at the Northern Border, sat above a series of terminals occupied by over a dozen young Pilots, similarly dressed, each in control of one of the fearsome tanks now making a push for their target. Headsets linked to onboard cameras gave them a ground view and a complex interface before each allowed the Pilots to control every aspect of Abrams X operation. No living crew meant the tanks could carry more ordinance and allowed room for a repair drone that could fix minor damage and issues between engagements. Recent defense integration with the People's Republic of China had been fruitful indeed.

"Tango's getting quicker," he continued, as Admiral Fowl walked from her command seat to his desk. "We expected to be discovered but not this soon and We most def didn't expect it to drop Hammers right away. At this rate, We're totally fucked!"

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Five barely visible cones of heavy gamma radiation struck the ground directly ahead of five Axes before sharpening into bright beams of light as the tanks entered their boundaries. Sand was immediately turned to black glass which shattered in the violent eruption of her drones into great ropes of molten slag and ribbons of flame splashing out many meters from the impact areas.

The team was silent as they evaded debris or disengaged from their terminals. As the Aura in the room dimmed, Fowl became unsure. Sol had been deployed so few times that its capabilities were still a mystery, and she expected another primer within moments that would herald a volley of seven shots, completely eliminating what remained of her battalion and any chance of success. She dosed herself and leaned back, watching the tanks flow into evasive action.

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