Twilight Of Peace

[Kane]

It was some time before orders from the Council got down to Krieg. He walked into the medical wing, still slightly shaken by Jonathan's reapperance. However, he pushed it from his mind. If the boy wanted to die, well... Who was he to stop him? Krieg had gone on suicide missions before, and somehow always come back. Perhaps Jonathan had some trick up his sleeve. However, it was time...

"Doctor, get ready to move the Chancelor to my Battleship. We are taking her to the only place that might be able to save her."

"Where?"

"Anchorage."

"WHAT!? Has the council lost their minds!?"

"You know as well as I do, docter, that if we want her to ever wake up again, then we only have that one option."

"But... We'll turn her into a monster!"

"We have to take that risk. Either we try and save her life and Rhinland get's it's chancelor back, or we don't and we become ruled by that council."

"But... It's just..." He shook his head. "It's not right. We tried it with one, and we're barely able to control him! Now our Chancelor!?"

Krieg sighed. "I know... I don't like it either, but I like the Chancelor alive better then half dead. Make your preperations docter. We're leaving as soon as we can."

***

It took a few hours, but soon she was on Kriegs battleship, and they were ready to go. They headed off, towards Alaska, the enemy, and possibly the only hope the Chancelor had.

***

One of the AW operatives stationed on Kurile was board. Nothing ever happened out here. Nothing. Then he started getting massive readings on radar. He swiched to visual and couldn't beleive his eyes. He began recording and opened a swich to Lord Captain Dab.
"Sir! I've got something on the scanners here! They're... It's... Oh god... You have GOT to see this!"

***

-In Omicron Gamma...-

A wing of Rhinland fighters poped into existance from the jumphole to the Sigma 17 system. The multitude of Corsairs who arrived found it odd that the wing was lead by a bomber, but they shrugged it off. Rhinlanders were crazy; everyone knew that.
"Well boys, look what we have here! Little Rhinland babes lost in the wild wild woods." To Corsairs snickered.
"Du are making ein mistake, Corsairs." The harsh german/english came from the bomber, it's military tags marking the pilot as Zerstoren.
"Oh we are? Well then, I suppose we better go home boys. These Rhinlanders won't be pushed around." The Corsairs laughed out loud at this, knowing they could take the two Wraths and one bomber.
"I varned du... Now du vill pay die price..." Another wing appeared. Then another.
And another.
And a gunboat with three wings.
And two gunboats with six wings.
Four more and a cruiser with twelve wings.
Sixteen gunboats and four cruisers with twenty-four wings.
And...

The Corsair wing-leaders' face started at cocky and began to fall as fast as the ships warped in. More, and more, and more... There seemed no end! His eyes were now the size of dinner plates, his face white as a sheet, his mouth open in shock.
"See? Vat did ich tell du?" Zerstoren was grinning like the blood-thirsty mad-man he was.
Krieg, however, had other plans. "Stand down. Corsairs, leave at once and you will not be harmed."
The wing-leader just nodded mutely. "We'll... we'll back down. All wings, head back to Crete."
Krieg smiled. "Thank you."
The battlegroup pressed on.

***

A Phantom operative on Crete saw the same thing with the network of spy satalights in place. "Holy ****!" His eyes were glued to the screen. He flipped open a transmission.

TO: All Phantom ships
FROM: Crete Outpost
MESSAGE: Massive Rhinland Military battlegroup coming through Gamma. Destination Unkown. I count one battleship, at least 20 cruisers, and a large number of gunboats and fighter wings. ADVISE NO CONTACT! These guys are looking to put someone's head on a pike! With them still alive and body attached!"
END MESSAGE: -See Radar and Camera Images from Spy Sat Network-

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