"Artillery teams, commence suppression fire."
Lord Korin of Atlantax watches contentedly from the prow of his flagship as his navy lays down a withering assault on Sub Diego. The majority of his soldiers are armed with nonlethal weaponry - they need to capture Sub Diego citizens alive - which has been proving problematic as the Atlantean soldiers have been fighting back fiercely, led by a flamboyant Atlantean duke or another. Furthermore, the Sub Diego militia-cum-police force have been recovering the lethal weaponry with an impressive amount of daring, and have been proving themselves a surprisingly hardy opposition.
Still, the military skill of a hundred generations is bred into Korin, and his forces gradually capture section after section of the city, and now three troop transports bulge with Sub Diegan prisoners.
The sea is tinted pink with the blood of men and women. A familiar sight. It is a sight he has relished since childhood.
Still, the military skill of a hundred generations is bred into Korin, and his forces gradually capture section after section of the city, and now three troop transports bulge with Sub Diegan prisoners.
The sea is tinted pink with the blood of men and women. A familiar sight. It is a sight he has relished since childhood.