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	<title><![CDATA[WW2 Minifigure The Phantom Fleet]]></title>
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	<description><![CDATA[The long-range sensors picked them up at the edge of the solar system-a fleet of alien ships, different from the ones they had fought before. These were larger, darker, their hulls pulsing with red light.<br /><br />"Command, this is Ghost Lead. We have incoming hostiles. Count: fifty plus."<br /><br />"Copy, Ghost Lead. All ships scramble."<br /><br />Captain Elena Vasquez led her squadron into the void, their Starhawks forming up behind her. Ambassador Kaelen's people had warned them of this enemy-the Swarm, they called them. No diplomacy. No surrender. Only consumption.<br /><br />"They're heading for Mars," Marcus Webb said.<br /><br />Elena studied her tactical display. "We cut them off at the asteroid belt."<br /><br />The two fleets met in a storm of rock and fire. Elena's cannons tore through the first wave, but more kept coming.<br /><br />"They're swarming us," Marcus said.<br /><br />Elena fired her last missile, clearing a path. "Pull back. Regroup at the rally point."<br /><br />The squadron turned, burning hard for the safety of the belt. Behind them, the Swarm gave chase.<br /><br />"Command, we're overwhelmed. Requesting reinforcements."<br /><br />"Copy, Ghost Lead. Kaelen's fleet is en route. ETA ten minutes."<br /><br />Ten minutes. Elena looked at her ammunition-empty.<br /><br />"Fix bayonets," she said.<br /><br />Marcus laughed, a hollow sound. "We're in space."<br /><br />"Then use your wings."<br /><br />The Swarm closed in. Elena fired her thrusters, ramming her Starhawk into an enemy fighter. The ship crumpled, exploding in a silent bloom of fire.<br /><br />"One down," she said.<br /><br />Marcus followed suit, his Starhawk tearing through another.<br /><br />The alien fleet wavered, then scattered as Kaelen's ships arrived, their blue beams cutting through the Swarm.<br /><br />"Command, the enemy is retreating."<br /><br />"Copy, Ghost Lead. Good work. Come home."<br /><br />Elena turned her Starhawk toward Earth, her squadron forming up behind her.<br /><br />The war was far from over. But today, they had won.<br /><br />She touched the photograph of her family, tucked into her flight suit.<br /><br />"I'm coming home," she whispered.<br /><br />The stars watched in silence.<br /><br />The battle was just beginning.<br /><br />But Elena Vasquez was ready.<br /><br />She had to be. The Swarm would return.<br /><br />And she would be waiting.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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