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them flat, and scores of samurai infantry sleds sped through the carnage.
Hard on their heels came the ships of the Ramming Fleet.
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The roar of explosions and the scream of rent metal filled the passageway as the hull-breaching charge ripped through Dhaulagiri's skin. The Marines flattened against the bulkhead in the combat zoots that kept them alive this close to the blast, flinching instinctively from the shock and flying debris, then swung back around even as the Theban boarders appeared, spectral in the smoke. In an instant, the passageway became a hell of explosions, plasma bolts, and hyper-velocity metal in which no unarmored life could have survived even momentarily.
The Shellheads hadn't been able to develop powered armor, Lieutenant Amleto