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The swarm takes a good hour for them to finally push them back, their walls being reinforced with the corpses, the sky remaining blackened by some sort of smoke-like substance, their distress call snuffed out before being sent, the ground beneath them erupting with groups of hormogaunts, the streets running red with the blood of the vicious melee that breaks out, clones disappearing, dropping, or taking up defensive positions, the outpost being shrunken down to the most easily defensible positions only able to communicate via chains of shouting and direct, line based comms, the civilians left behind in the melee being either forced to flee or die fighting, the swarms cutting them down should they choose either or neither, resulting in a massively depopulated colony that was cut off from the empire at large and beseiged by an unknown foe that paid for every clone life with one of their own, the tide seeming endless as they watch the fertile, green land around their walled community being disintegrated, leaving them in a barren by nightfall, the commanding officer nowhere to be found, and with limited supplies.