Dawn comes. The fighting has fizzled out; the last alien hold-outs overwhelmed and extinguished. In the streets, tired Imperial Troopers begin the mournful task of recovering their dead.
Lifeless bodies are lifted, carried or dragged through the streets, still sealed inside their enviro-helms. Their bulky rebreather equipment means that the corpses have to be laid out face-down. Officers and NCOs lie beside line-troopers, anonymous and unmourned.
As the sun begins to rise, the first of the heavy lifter-craft arrive from orbit. Ponderous and wallowing, it lowers its vast bulk down onto stubby landing gear and opens it's gaping mouth to reveal a cavernous hold space. Inside, disposal droids patiently await their grim task.
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