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Burning Skies Saloon

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BdrLineAzn:
--Narrator--

As the last light fade over the horizon, many of the defenders of the city take this brief moment of silence to rest after a prolong day of fighting. Many just lay back on the walls of buildings or slept on the decks of their ships. Others are awake anxious of whats to come in the morning.

The blackness of night continues only to be interrupted by flares set off on the walls to see for any movement. So far noone has spotted any signs of the aggressor which has regrouped back and out of sight of the city prepare for the second day.

In a commendered room just near the Eastern Wall, men are converted the once living room of a citizen into a makeshift command center. Inside, Zill, Yiski, and many of their trusted officers are around a table containing a map of the city's defense and the surrounding area. Throughout the night, the group spend their time discuss plans for the imminent attack.

Meanwhile, somewhere near the frozen northern border of the Baronies, a small squad of eight men creep through the snow and darkness towards a prison facility. The leader of the group uses quick hand signals which were registered by the others. One man goes up to a wall and places a charge on it. With a signal from the leader, the man detonates the explosive creating a hole which all eight goes through. Alarm sounds throughout the whole complex as guards scramble to the blast site. The eight men, all carrying tranqulizor guns, subdue any guard who come close and finally makes it to a cell to reuse the man they came for. After opening the cell door, the now nine man team races back to the hole where two squids are waiting for them. The squids then rises and flies off returning to their base of origin.

End of Narration

-End of Day 125

Plasmarobo:
--Start of Day 126--

--Narrator--

The entire city is on edge.
The Baronies fleet had not been idle during the night. What damage the fleet had taken had been restored, save for the loss of a few ships. Some of the remaining Squids had tested the defenses of the city, launching answering flares back into the night, burning with a cold green glow, taunting the defenders.

The reports of damage were encouraging. Of the Squids, only four remained, one having flown too close to the walls during the night. Seven Pyramidion, eleven Goldfish, Eighteen Galleon and Fifteen Transport.

The rising light of day soon shattered that hope. Reinforcements had arrived. A new contingent of Goldfish, Squid, and odd looking Pyramidions, adding thirteen to the Squids, three to the Pyrs, and ten to the Goldfish. The new Pyr's seem to be modified, a new design. Almost as if the front point were thicker somehow. The squids seemed heavy, with no visible weapons, almost as if they were carrying great weights...indeed, they seemed to be crewed by a single pilot, if the scouts were to be believed.
But little of them had been observed, as they arrived during the night and the Baronies fleet had collected itself well out of range of the weapon batteries. They appeared to be floating in a great V formation, Galleons screening transport ships from fire like a great floating wall.

The first fingers of rising sun finally revealed the worst.

A voice cracked over the radio, to the military docks.
Lookout
"They are in front of the sun! The bastards moved in front of the sun!"

Spears of light began to lance from the rising orb. Blast shields and tinted glass were employed, but with the sun directly aft of the enemy fleet, it was a rather large advantage. Then the Goldfish inched forward. Their movements were unpredictable. Few, save the best gunners, manged to land even a single hit on them. Then the roar of rockets filled the skies.

Confusion rapidly spread through the batteries. They were far out of rocket range, what could the fleet possibly hope to achieve?

The rockets burst high, in a wide spread in front of the fleet. But there was little flame. No conventional explosive bursts issuing from the rockets. Instead a thick, dark smoke filled the air. Slowly drifting down, forming a wall which defied all optics.

Terror came in the form of dozens of engines engaging at once. The Baronies were giving Anvala no more time. They were coming.

--End Narrator--

Captain Lockheart:
Lockheart quickly scrambled his ships, and got them in the air. They were just behind the walls of Anvala. The Yeshan Dragon ready to provide its constant fire support, and the White Whaler was underneath it sniping with Mercuries.

Lockheart
"We just gotta keep them at bay until i can get re-reinforcements.... and a new radio that has a wavelength to go all the way to Chaladon and back... So it looks like no Re-reinforcements from father..."

The ships remained at their range supporting the batteries down below and occasionally hitting any squids that got too far out.

Gryphos:
--Eastern wall--

Nidhogg and Tristan just stood there gazing at the ever approaching fog of war. Neither of them had even heard of this kind of tactic being used before.

Nidhogg
"My god, they're completely obscured. And the wind is pushing the smoke in front of the fleet."

Tristan
"It won't be long until the transports are close enough to disembark their troops."

Nidhogg
"At least our troops still hold a fortified position, and the home field advantage."

Tristan
"But I imagine the sheer force of the enemy numbers will no doubt be enough to overcome that obstacle. Only one thing's for sure."

He turned to Nidhogg.

"This will be a fight to remember. Are you ready?"

Nidhogg
"I have armour, weapons, and allies, I'm as ready as one can ever be."

Tristan
"Yes, true... But so are they, no doubt."

Surette:
"Skies, is this really happening?" Surette wondered aloud, waking up and peering out his window. He had spent the previous day making final preparations--ensuring Serenity was in top shape and gathering together what few weapons he had. He knew there had been battling the day before--it was difficult not to, with all the noise and smoke in the air, but he didn't want to rush in to fight until he was positive he was ready.

"Well, it's now or never. I know I'll regret it if I stay inside any longer." He climbed aboard Serenity with two pistols and a combat knife on his belt and took off towards the Eastern Wall. He lowered the ship into a clearing nearby and jumped over the railing--his landing didn't have quite the same flair as Sunderland's landing in front of the Saloon two nights prior, but Surette was more interested in keeping his ship undamaged before the fight. He hurried over to the group of familiar faces, who were staring bleakly in the direction of the sun; after following their gaze, Surette could barely make out the outlines of ships, clouded in a black haze of smoke.

Surette
"Well, that's a little unfortunate," gesturing towards the cloud. "Sorry I missed the fun yesterday, was making final preparations, and truth be told I got a little nervous. I knew if I didn't act soon though, it might be too late. I'm here now."

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