Title: The Thin Grey Line
Disclaimer: The Professor liked to play with soldiers. So do I.
Iron pauldron to iron pauldron they stood, arrayed beneath the dome of fallen stars. Hold, he had said, and hold they would, swords and spears glinting, faces set as steely as their helms. The enemy hit like a storm crashing against a harbour wall, the clash of weapons punctured by the screams of the dying, but this wall was strong, mortared with a white banner held aloft and reinforced by the defiant might of their steel-clad captain. Eventually, the storm abated, and still they stood, ready to fight on. The city of the stars was theirs. The line had held.