The ground trembled beneath their feet as the Empire's massive walking platforms drew closer, their mechanical legs thundering against the frozen ground. The six-legged battle machines loomed over the horizon like harbingers of destruction, their black armor gleaming ominously in the pale light of Varna-5. Towering well over twenty meters tall, each platform bristled with turrets and cannons, while rows of war droids clung to their sides, ready to deploy.
Ethan stood at the front line with Prella, Tazra, and Nova, his Radiansaber humming steadily in his grip. The air was tense, the gravity of the moment heavy on all of them. Behind them, Rebel soldiers scrambled into position, taking cover behind hastily erected barricades and manning turrets.
"We're about to see just how tough these things really are," Nova muttered, her voice steady despite the tension. She checked her blasters one last time, her eyes trained on the oncoming machines.
