Talk:AIF/@comment-27820070-20140915012905/@comment-27820070-20140915015900

Suddenly a transmission is sent to Regia Marina HQ, coming from Prometheus.

James Bloodridge: Hello Alonzo. As you may see, most of your fleet is kinda battered to death right now. However, I have a huge orbital fleet, ready to rain death apon them at first glance. A phantom-class, and several Wraith-classes should be enough to handle with them.

''Alonzo ponders. Clearly, his fleet is getting overwhelmed, so he decided that yes, he will need some assistance.''

Alonzo Marolini: Yes "James". Target all of the pesky flying ships, and leave none of them alive. I will deal with these surface ships myself.

James Bloodridge: Thanks.

''Suddenly, the Phantom and the 3 wraiths start to scan around...and then sets their eyes on one target. The AIF Gaultlet.''

Prometheus Captian: ALL WEAPONS, FIRE EVERYTHING!

''all of the 72 MCM's launch, and the whole ship fire a complete salvo at the Gaultlet. Altough the Gaultlet was designed to be tough, with 4 ships firing at it, it is crippled quickly. It falls down towards the sea, sorrounded by Aduce-Class ships. The Prometheus attack force then starts to fire at one extra target...the Lovecraft.''

Meanwhile, the Regia Marina fleet has suffered alot of losses, but it was all but a drop in the bucket for them. They started to send landing craft, and soon, all of them reached the shoreline. In the air, another patch of refilled jets start to appear, raining death on the beachhead.