[D][U] The final battle at Monte Christo

[Aero]

War, it was something Gokua was all too familiar with. Finally, it seemed as if his past experiences would aid him through this monumental battle between United Army and Dante Forces. There were key differences between the two, however; during the Final Frontier, the terrain was distorted, and neither side had an overwhelming fortification to shield them from the large masses. During this battle the advantage was evident; United Army had a brilliant setup around their fortress. With trenches separating Monte Cristo from the opposing forces, they could fire off projectiles without the worry of foes in their face. The advantage would not be around much longer, for Dante?s numbers were greater than United?s and their determination emanated strongly.

?Men, fire on my say only!? Gokua exclaimed, looking back at the unit bestowed upon him by his co-commander, Android 16.

It had been agreed upon that Gokua would manage the projectiles unit, which was mostly a band of catapults and artillery. He was also given men to run the expensive weapons.

Dante launched debris launched into the air, shrouding the sky in thick smoke and countless trash. ?Men, look out!? Gokua yelled to warn his men of the upcoming cascade of waste.

The debris crashed down in the fortress, ending the lives of a few proud soldiers. It was the first kills that Gokua experienced since the battle against the Njuri-Jins, and he failed to revert back to his old, coldhearted ways. He had begun to form relationships with his men, learning of their past, and of their families. And every time he witnessed a soldier die, he felt as if a piece of him went along with the dead man.

?Commander Gokua!? A soldier rushed over to the stunned alien. ?Sir, do we have your order to commence firing? Our men are ready!? he yelled, trying to make his voice heard over the constant groaning and explosions that took place around them. ?Sir!?

Gokua snapped out of it and looked at the soldier. ?Commence firing?? he asked, as if he were still stunned. ?Yes, do so, now!?

The soldier nodded, and ran back into the crowd of readied men.

The orange-haired alien looked back forward, over the walls of Monte Cristo, and at the opposing army. They had brought every man they would find, and handed him a gun and some protective equipment. Their original army had almost completely perished from the constant fighting they were struck with, and what was the result was no real trained army, but more of a militia.

His men began to prepare the catapults for the grueling work ahead. They placed the boulders into the spoon like part of the catapult. Then, once ready, one mere person unsheathed their blade, thrusting it at the frail rope. Instantly, the spoon like launcher fulfilled its duty, easily tossing the large boulders into the air as retaliation. The boulder flew without grace, but did what was intended; it fell down upon Dante troops. They scurried to evade their imminent deaths, but failed. The boulder did not take out as many people as Gokua had first anticipated, however; only a few dozen had fallen victim to its fall.

Quickly, he whipped around and made haste walking to the artillery unit, stationed behind the catapults. They had not yet fired off their shells, and to win a battle of such proportions they would have to.

?Ah, Commander Gokua,? one of the artillery soldiers sad, greeting Gokua, and not forgetting a salute.

?Save me the display,? the alien replied in a mutter as he smacked the soldier?s hand away from his forehead. ?Why haven?t these men fired off their rounds!??

?Well, sir, the thing is??

?I do not want to hear excuses, private,? he interrupted; anger filled his voice. ?I want to see actions!?

?Yes sir!?

?Now, by the time I make it back to my original spot, I intend on hearing shells of these damn machinery being fired.? Gokua walked back to the front of the fortress walls.

Debris continued the attempt to tarnish Monte Cristo?s walls, and the progression was apparent. Though the fortress held strong against the onslaught, it was only a matter of time until it buckled.

Time, it was of the essence, and would have to be fully utilized if United had any glimpses of success. Unlike the mechanical Commander, Gokua was not the most accurate of men; he failed to make precise calculations, thus he ignored statistics and went off of sheer instinct. It was a strongpoint of his, but possibly the weakest point as well. He would merely have to see how far Dante would progress before trusting any true hunches that he felt going into the battle. He could feel the overwhelming power of Dante, however, and knew that they would have to match their numbers with tenacity usually produced from desperation.