--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--