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Burning Skies Saloon
Captain Lockheart:
Aboard the Commodore Beckett
Lockheart
"WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE THINGS!"
Karl
"Monsters sir!, demons!, Hellfiends!, what shall we do!"
Lockheart
"Dont let any more land, infact let them land... LET THEM FALL TO THE GROUND"
*The crew cheers*
Lockheart
"ill head in to get all guns a arc, everyone, on a gun shoot these animals down!"
Karl
"Aye aye, loading the lumberjack double time!"
*The radio buzzes; "This is Alexander Lockheart Colonel of Chaladon where are you wanting me?, Adrian Lockheart, Feild Marshall awaiting orders boy!".*
Lockheart
" Excellent!, Line up the Imperial Might's Broadsides just behind the walls. Brother get your Galleon, and your other men lined up just in-front and under of the Imperial Might"
*The ships take a while to line up, Lockheart was astounded at the work they had done to the Imperial Might It had 4 Decks The top deck held a few small guns on the sides, the one below sides was filled with Howitzers a bit bigger and newer than the Field gun. Below that was a deck filled with Flak Cannons and the occasional Hwacha*
Aboard the Imperial Might
Adrian
"Right Scum!, load all the guns double time!. any of the rest of you worthless blighters not loading nor shooting. Pick up a god damn rifle and shoot!"
Crew simultaneously
"YES SIR"
*the crew scarpered of to their positions, soon the first bang from the howitzer signaled the barrage then it was like clockwork the howitzers fired after one another, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG. the shots flew down and hit the troop transports trying to land*
Adrian
"Bloody excellent, except your all still worthless. KEEP FIRING MAGGOTS"
Aboard the Commodore Beckett
Karl
"Ready to fire sir!"
Lockheart
" Fire at will!"
*the lumberjack opened up taking out a balloon of one of the transports, folowed by a barrage of hundreds of flak and howitzer shots, the ship fell apart, but most of the monsters survived the crash and began marching towards the wall*
Lockheart
" i thought this was going to be easy... oh lord help us"
Coldcurse:
captain coldcurse aids lockheart in his battle.
coldcurse grabs the radio, starting to scramble lockhearts on-board radio and connects to his speakers.
captain coldcurse on lockhearts on-board speaker:
"Hey you lazy skipper! Stop pretending to fight and take those bloody ships down will ya, im already 2 kills ahead of you!"
coldcurse flies in a different direction as he get chased by 3 pyramidion battleships.
captain coldcurse on lockhearts on-board speaker:
"ill handle these two, ill leave the rest to you! ill see you at the salloon in two days, ill bring you a large barrel filled with ale when i return."
coldcurse then laughs for 5 seconds and cuts the connection with lockhearts ship.
Yiski:
--Minutes from Anvala--
--M'Naghten Returns--
Yiski
"How the hell are they allergic... forget it." Changing the frequency to Anvala. "Striker to Captain. Striker to Captain. Switch to brass rounds for abominations! Repeat! Switch to brass rounds for abominations!"
Just as the ship passes into view of the assailing fleet, a shot rings by above the deck. Luckily nobody was near the deck.
Lauren
"Everyone. Combat positions!"
The Anvalan fleet had split up into two a southern and eastern front in order to spread the mercenary galleons' fire. The Guild mercenary fleet had set up with a line of galleons equipped with heavy flaks to bombard the city and open a path for the two remaining transports. The mercenary fleet pyramidions were sniping from afar with mercuries to draw the Anvalan fleet with enough space to allow the transports by.
By this time in the fight, the abominations which landed first were out of arc with the mercury rifles. The initial landed abominations moved quickly which surprised the defenders. Even if well trained gunners, they only managed to take out another 10, leaving 30 still rushing the city walls. Luckily, Yiski's transmission came through clear.
Yiski
"Striker to Captain. Striker to Captain. Switch to brass rounds for abominations! Repeat! Switch to brass rounds for abominations!"
Frank
"Understood loud and clear! Glad you're back!"
Yiski then switched frequency back to Zill.
Yiski
"Zill. I've relayed the info and I'll ask later how you know this. I'm going to keep my frequency with the defenders. I'll let you do your thing with the fleet."
Yiski switches back to the defender's frequency.
Yiski
"Captain. You better start shootin' down those other transports. It'll be bad news otherwise."
Frank
"Understood Commander." Frank then begins to bark orders over the intercity radios. "Gatling troops. Switch ammo to heatsinks. They've got the most brass and apparently these freaks don't like it! Flak batteries. Keep the pressure on those pyramidions!"
RearAdmiralZill:
-Then it was fixed again-
Zill was too focused on the battle in front of him to hear much out of Yiski besides his fleet comment. He put the throttle down toward the southern line of Guild ships and picked up the radio. It was all static till he kicked it, the best he could get was the Fleet Comm.
Zill
"To all vessels, maintain the battle line on the walls. Do not get sucked into an engagement outside of fire support. Any vessels with tungsten, hammer the galleons. All light vessels load in heatsink and proceed to lighten their troop numbers. If at any point, you have a solution on troop transports, down them immediately."
Matty
"Oi what about us? Luckily you didn't miss the show."
Zill
"Damn it's good to hear you out here. See the galleon headed for the southern flank at full speed? It will need some help rather quickly."
Matty
"Is that....."
As he was about to finish that sentence, Zill told everyone to brace for impact. He rammed his galleon at full steam into the flank of the enemy galleon line. One galleon fell to the ground, smashing into some rocks below, and Zill swung the hwacha side to the next one, crippling it entirely and drawing some fire from the city.
Matty
"Nevermind. Coming to assist you crazy bastard."
A formation of 5 black squids came racing in, first laying down fire on the "troops" before swooping in on the weakened galleon formation.
Captain Lockheart:
Lockheart, Adrian, Alexander and the rest of the ships sporting the Lockheart banner all hear the transmission and load whichever rounds that have the most brass, and whatever they had to hand.
Lockheart
"Lets see how this works"
*lockheart fired a brass round from his bolt action. it hits the monster who soon starts flailing and screaming before falling to the floor*
Lockheart
"hmm excellent, keep up the good work men!"
The Imperial Might was pounding the approaching monsters with brass rounds loaded into the ships numerous howitzers, the gunners soon got used to the little less recoil from the brass shots and they were soon firing their 20 shots a second per gun, as always in amazing syncronization.
Lockheart
"How you holding out brother?"
Alexander aboard his Pyramidion
"Could be better as always, but were doing good were keeping them back, those galleons are dropping fairly quickly, but the pyramidions are giving us a bit of trouble"
Lockheart
"Roger that, we'll come help as soon as possib..."
*Boom, one of the Lockheart Pyramidions falls to the floor in flames*
Lockheart
"Who, did we lose Alexander?"
Alexander
"WHAT MY EARS ARE STILL RINGING"
Lockheart
"Who did we lose??!!"
Alexander
" we lost Fuller and his men"
Lockheart
"Keep fighting we'll be there as soon as possible"
*shuts off the radio*
"Karl, hurry up, get those last 2 carriers. Someone Grease the rounds!"
Crewman
"Aye Aye"
Karl
"roger sir, re-calibrating aim"
*Lockheart sees Zill charge in and ram the galleon, 1 of the other galleons quickly bring their broadsides to bear*
Lockheart
"Damn. Karl sorry about this. but as soon as you finish taking out that carrier, focus on that god damn galleon, south east"
Karl
"Make your mind up you drunken oaf"
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