The last strike

The hover boat sped on,
Cutting through the desert sand.
They were the last of the few,
The last four, the final stand.

Remulus glowed green afar,
With ever majestic radiance soft,
Oblivious to the death around,
Mocking from its perch aloft.

The ones left had all lost,
Lives striped bare, all amiss,
With the burnt desert speeding by,
They indulged, in the last reminisce.

Lost in seas of memories smeared,
They bathed in blue of setting star,
Fallen ships now lined the skies,
The last of Terrans bore their scar.

The past is foggy, future unclear,
Present, the only refuge they held dear,
Drenched in sacrifices red,
Their silent vows drowned in lead.....

They checked their gear,
Remulus drew near.

The sky lit up, a million dots,
Of tiny glowing plasma shots.

Visors hid their smile of fear,
At last, their time was here.