Christie Island, Western Shore
Wasted and drained, the Drakkengardian survivors of the Imperial attack reached a small hill, only a few miles away from the evac point set by the military.
But they had no reason to cheer… for all they found was a beach littered with corpes and burning remains of war machines.
Nearby, the submersible aircraft carrier I-1000, severely damaged after a failed attempt to set up a beachhead on the shore was locked in battle with the more numerous imperial forces.
Heinrich, already close enough to receive the GPS signal from the survivors, discussed with Vice Admiral Kotho about the possibility of a new charge…
“Heinrich, this is impossible. We bloodied their noses with the last attack, but she´ll not hold another one… We´re barely managing to stay afloat, and we´re only responding to their attacks now.”
“I know what i´m asking is madness, but look over that hill. Its our people there! They went through a enemy held island with nothing more than small arms because they believe we´ll take´em home. We can´t fail them… cough, cough.” and Heinrich spits more blood as its AC demands more of his life force to work at hightened level.
“Sorry for my cowardice nephew. I was the one who should be asking for a new charge… Not a half-dead kid with half my age. Ok men, you listened to the boss! We´ll make another landing at the shore, but this time its only to rescue our people and flee the scene.”
“It wasn´t cowardice uncle. That just means you´re a sane man… But thanks for going along with my madness a little longer. And besides, isn´t like i haven´t a plan.”
And then the I-1000 charged ahead to the shore led by Heinrich AC.