Listening intensely, James's eyes spark at the idea that the Oberarbeiter just presented to him. "That's f*ckin' golden! We could use the ol' wrecks in the field that surrounded Marshal?" Excited over the idea, Hollywood zooms into the scrap field. Pointing out some fighter wrecks along the way. "What's better gunboat bait than a whole lot of little fighters. If we manage to surround them this should cause them some chaos. Buyin' us the time we so very much need."
"If we manage to keep the battleship in one place we can sweep in with bombers to destroy it. And that should be the end of that story. Then Bering is ours once and floral. Tho it's a long way there." The smile on his face slowly fades away as he is presented with yet another question. "How we gonna deal with the gate tho? It will take a lot to pack such a big punch. Then we'll need to fortify it. Place down some platforms. Checkpoints. Some mines perhaps." James looks over at Niska, knowing damn well that he likes mines. "I hope you realized that this a wasps nest we're kicking in and if any part of this plan goes wrong we're gonna get stung by massive, laser-shooting overlords."
