With unprecedented luck for the inhabitants of this world, the tungsten round breaks through Farsight's shields and hits his throat through a gap in his titanium alloy armor. His head topples to the floor and his body follows. Fellow marines stand bewildered and look up to where the shooter was. They immediately open fire but with no luck.
In orbit above yolkia sits Fleet Master Iros of the 109th fleet. He sits there watching the video feed of Farsight's death with amusement. The holo video ends and he rests in his hover throne, his fingers scroll over buttons projected by holograms on the arm of his seat,"All 109th Troops, pull out of the Yolkia capital and defend the outskirts. Set up those beacons... We are going to need a Winter Rebel to tame this world. Farsight was too arrogant. Call off the Delton, we can't sink the city until we retrieve the corpse and call for help. Federation save us..." He mutters. On the ground fields of marines begin to break away from other marines and fall to the outskirts. Their they hope to set up beacons to send a call back home. If this happens, who knows what may come to this world. Perhaps even the feared Winter Rebel. The 109th is known as the best Marine Fleet, not because of arrogance; but because of their willingness to get the job done no matter the cost. None the less, they aren't stupid. The 150th's command network is in shambles(only over the capital, but as word spreads, so will its effect). 150th marines inside the city begin to prepare defenses instead of attacking. This buys the yolkia and her allies breathing room.
