01-15-2011, 02:53 AM
Two individuals are quite unique and flashy on the battlefield: General Fum, in blue, metallic armor, and General Gloo, in a looser, lighter, red armor. Each are very powerful. Each lead a primary squadron of troops. Both have reached the wall and are producing machinations to overcome the wall, thereby breaching the spaceport's primary defenses. They will be difficult to stop, though their machinations will take some time.
The spaceport has become shadowed by the Grand Ship Myreen, hanging in the sky like an impossible, enclosed city. It's arrival was extremely rapid. Drones appear with equal rapidity and descend down closer to the spaceport, producing what is effectively an impenetrable blockade. The spaceport has been effectively surrounded and shut down. But not yet breached.
The drones are automated. It is reasonable to assume that they are being coordinated from the Myreen itself. A task force is being put together elsewhere to combat this threat. The battle becomes fiercer, and more dangerous, with each passing minute.
Reinforcements must be called. If there are any. If there is anyone to hear the call.
The spaceport has become shadowed by the Grand Ship Myreen, hanging in the sky like an impossible, enclosed city. It's arrival was extremely rapid. Drones appear with equal rapidity and descend down closer to the spaceport, producing what is effectively an impenetrable blockade. The spaceport has been effectively surrounded and shut down. But not yet breached.
The drones are automated. It is reasonable to assume that they are being coordinated from the Myreen itself. A task force is being put together elsewhere to combat this threat. The battle becomes fiercer, and more dangerous, with each passing minute.
Reinforcements must be called. If there are any. If there is anyone to hear the call.