Talk:AIF/@comment-11135771-20150331003623/@comment-10905876-20150331181729

Hodston was cursing on the bridge quite fluently now that a contingent of Prometheus ships had entered the battle. This was made worse by the fact that three of his superwarships had just been sunk, with a fourth reporting water starting to come up over its deck. He considered that he might have to make the hardest command decision of his career, and possibly his last. He turned to his radio officer.

Hodston: "What is the status of the evacuations in Neviston?"

Radio officer: "The local defense command reports that all civilians have been evacuated to refugee shelters in the surrounding cities. Most have been sent to either Coronet or Pittshaven."

Hodston: "Good, then casualties will be minimal if we have to put up a land defense. Make the signal to Arents, then bring up my personal Comms frequency."

''As the signal is made, roughly 150 ships from the Tenelapis Command warp in to close proximity to the Prometheus fleet. There are roughly 122 battleships in the fleet, while the rest are cruisers. Also joining are two new First Emperor class superwarships, one of which had only recently been completed. They all focus fire on the newly arrived enemy, and the ships that were already engaged continued to fire on the American forces.''

"Sir, your personal frequency is open."

"Good. Lilly, thank god you're alive. Take the next maglev to Norrisburgh. There's the Constellation-class cruiser Polaris waiting there. I have ordered it to take you to Ceres under cloak, once you're there find Preston Cole, he will keep you safe if I don't make it."