by UndeadRaptor » Tue Feb 22, 2011 1:08 am
"Admiral Johnson, sir," a lone cadet said, standing at attention by a door and saluting as a old man in uniform walked by, heading through it and into one of many halls of the capital ship of the G.E.A "Terror Armada" and the rest of it's surviving fleet. In a near room, multiple high-ranking officers waited for their leader, most sitting around a long, round table, while one stood near a holographic image being projected out of the ceiling just behind him. "As you all may know," he began just as Adams walked in, "this new threat... these, REBELs, that have taken our land and freedom, have begun a civil war. If anything, they probably killed our government, destroyed our people, and control more than half of the original fleets that made us whole. As the remains of what stood of our fine people, it is our duty to prevail during this war and eliminate this threat while working on restoring peace between our civilization. The fact remains that, as you commanders may know, is that war may be our only option to bring down this terror that covers the land we once dwelled in."
The main gun of the destroyer seemed to stop charging and keep from firing in all, the crew of the ship in the bridge watching as the freighter tried flying from them, but didn't stop trying to establish communications with it...
"What's the plan?!" - random soldier, Mud and Blood 2.
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