CONTROL THE SPINE. CONTROL THE WAR.
ABOL's space elevator is the single most strategically vital structure in the system: every ton of materiel, every reinforcement, every evacuation order flows through its spine. When Task Force Boone drove their boarding torpedoes into its superstructure, they didn't just start a battle. They started a war of attrition measured in floors, corridors, and data terminals — fought street to street through hab blocks and maintenance decks while the fate of an entire planet hung on who held the high ground.
The fighting on the HARP was unlike anything ABOL had seen. No clean lines, no open ground — just the grinding, claustrophobic violence of urban combat in a structure never designed to be a warzone. Operators breached buildings and cleared rooms while heavy units crossed exposed bridges under fire. Intel changed hands at data terminals worth more than the soldiers dying to hold them. Every stairwell was a fatal funnel. Every ladder a gamble. The side that controlled the infrastructure controlled the outcome — and neither side was willing to let go.
