Talk:Prometheus Corporation Naval Fleet/@comment-32153758-20140309131337/@comment-32153758-20140309183818

Meanwhile in the chaos...


 * Darksire: As expected, they killed Aeon again.
 * Soldier: Do you think we can salvage it?
 * Darksire: Maybe. Lemme check on my Neo-Earth base.

Darksire calls the Neo-Earth Base


 * Neo-Earth HYDRAXIS Soldier: Sir, the Prometheus is attacking! We are holding them off, and it's working? They are war- wait a second...holy cow! ICARUS IS FALLING ON US HELP HEL-

Static.

A few hours later, Darksire calls again, hoping someone will pick up.


 * Darksire: Hello?
 * Wounded Soldier: 20 Rooks, several surface ships, and 100 each of Countdowns, Stratospheres, and Psychos destroyed. Our base is gone as well.
 * Darksire: Well...what about you?
 * Wounded Soldier: Left arm is gone.
 * Darksire: We'll need all the survivors we can.

Darksire turns to another soldier.


 * Darksire: Assign some Countdowns, guarded by Rooks, to pick the survivors up. I will also need 20 Rooks to salvage the Aeon. We need it for killing Harbringer.
 * Soldier: Yes, sir. Do you want another base constructed?
 * Darksire: Screw that, our foothold in Neo-Earth is gone. When we attack, it will have to be through warping. But we got one obstacle destroyed...prepare a funeral for the brave soldiers.
 * Soldier: Yes, sir.
 * Darksire: Thanks to that Fletcher kid, he wrecked our chances of a sucessful attack, and made us lose more than planned. He distracted the Aeon...I want the 130th razed to the ground...understand?
 * Soldier: Yes, sir.
 * Darksire: RAZED! BURNED! NO SURVIVORS! SHOOT FLETCHER AT SIGHT!

The soldier walks off, while Darksire sits on his desk. He gets a walkie talkie.


 * Darksire: Commence Operation Nightmare.