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Gryphos:
--Eastern wall--

Tristan
"I don't like this, the night is dark and full of terrors, come sundown the enemy can move freely without discovery."

Nidhogg came walking towards them from further along the wall.

Nidhogg
"I suppose the first skirmish was a win for us, we suffered few casualties and the enemy practically lost all of their squids. If we hold out like this, the battle is ours."

RearAdmiralZill:
-But then it broke-

Zill watched on as the events unfolded. Lauren's tar block left the remaining pursuers retreating back to their fleet. He saw Sunderland's wreck out in the distance, but the enemy had no idea where they were, luckily.

He then thought of the council order undermining his. He quickly reeled over and turned his boat at the council hall. He popped kerosene and told William and Jun'ko to keep up. The groaning engines mumbled their confusion.

Zill came alongside the antenna used by the council hall to transmit its frequency on his port side. He silently went over to the port side and gazed down, looking for any men. Once clear, he got on his flak and fired two volley's of greased rounds into the antenna, knowing it off the roof and crashing to the streets below. By the time his crew figured out was was going on, the antenna was already a fiery wreck.
Nova
"What the flak was that?!"

Zill
"I will not have my tactics undermined by a diplomat in a comfy bunker. If we are going to survive, then I'm calling the shots."

William
"You put a lot of faith in your tactics..."

Jun'ko
"And I know first hand that they save a lot more lives than any council thinking would ever achieve."

Zill flew back to the wall, surveying the battleground. The city walls took the brunt of fire, holding nicely. The gun towers had sustained damage, and a few batteries were out.
Zill
"Wall: replace those guns with whatever you have that can shoot. I don't care if it's a flare gun. Station troops at the main gate, as well as .5 km behind the wall. We will need to be clever when they get in."

Officer
"You think they will breach?"

Zill
"It's not if, but when."

His grim sentiment could be heard over all the frequencies. Many wanted to prove him wrong, but others knew it wasn't going to be a quiet evening.

BdrLineAzn:
--Eastern Wall--

As the five Yeshan mercenary ships land behind the City's way, all of it's crew jumps off to assets the damage. As BdrLine and Niko deboards the Dawn Break they notices the amount of armor that has fallen off and the damage the actually hull has taken. As the two of them and the rest of the galleon crew inspect the ship, BdrLine notices a few ships bearing Baron markings.

BdrLine
"Niko look, must be Zill's and Yiski's mates. Glad most of them are alive."

Niko
"Yeah, I bet they hat the new 'king' held under the penalty of death if they don't comply. That's harsh. *He looks to BdrLine and notices something on his side" Bdr, what's that?"

Niko points to the spot that he saw and BdrLine follow his finger until he sees it. BdrLine places a hand on it and feels that it was wet. He brings it up to his face to have a better look and notices that it was blood. Niko sees it as well as he goes over to BdrLine and catches him as he faints from the blood lose.

Niko
"Oh flak, oh flak. *he then has a flashback to the moment the mercury hits the mast and realised that Bdr was the nearest and must have taken shrapnel* Medic! We need a medic over here!"

He calls out frantically.

Plasmarobo:
--Eastern Wall--
BdrLine was in luck.
After the Point Wing had docked, Plasma made his way rapidly to the Eastern Wall with a Medical team, exactly for this reason.
He points the doctors to the frantic Niko.

Doctor
"It's going to be alright. Good thing you brought us here."

Plasma nods to him. He turns to Niko as the Doctors take BdrLine and check his injuries rapidly. Preparing a stretcher.

Plasma
"Is anyone else hurt? You all took one hell of a shelling. I want all of you checked, even if you don't think you're hurt bad, internal injuries can kill just as easily as external ones."

By now it was clear the Council was no longer giving orders. Not for lack of trying. Several messengers had reached the Point Wing. All were turned back, and the Council didn't have the resources to court martial the whole military in time of war. Plasma checks his radio and reports the condition of the ships and personnel.

He turns back to Niko, grinning unabashedly.
Plasma
"He'll be fine. You all are lucky your friends are such great shots!"

Yiski:
--Eastern Wall--

Althea and Frank watched as Yiski started barking orders over the radio and to Defenders in front of him for the evening.

Yiski
"I want regular hourly flares from all major angles from the city's wall. I do not want a bloody vessel to get even within three kilos of here. I also want flares along the Gauntlet."

Althea was amazed by the command and power Yiski held over almost all the military units in Anvala.

Frank
"Can't expect less from the man who wiped over three-quarters of the Guild fleet in the Conflict."

Althea
"You cannot argue against a man who can hit lumberjack shot from six kilometers either."

Yiski
*turning to Frank* "You think you can keep this rabble in line?" *Frank nodding* "Good. I'm checkin' up on BdrLine and his crew. You comin' Althea? Pretty sure you wanna check up on your boyfriend."

Althea
*blushing* "Com... Commander, he is not..."

Yiski
"Not yet and come on. You have to guard me right?"

Althea sighed as she and the Defenders guarding him earlier head for the Port.

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