"Brace for impact!" he shouted, his voice barely audible over the roar of the rising tide. "We’re going to have to rebuild this fort from the waterline up!"
The world dissolved into fire and thunder. The enemy ship, caught in the magnetic grip, had no chance. It disintegrated against the Bastion's reinforced hull in a shower of sparks and twisted metal.
"Full power to the Energy Doors!" Elias barked into the comms. "Redirect from the wood-shop. We don't need reinforcements; we need to not be vaporized." File: Forts.High.Seas.zip ...
Captain Elias Thorne gripped the cold steel railing of the , a floating fortress that looked more like a jagged mountain of scrap and cannons than a ship. Ahead, the horizon of the High Seas was a hazy blur of grey mist and oily water.
But there was no time to celebrate. Elias looked up to see a second Orbital Laser beginning its silent, deadly descent. He knew his energy doors were drained. "Brace for impact
Elias narrowed his eyes. "Let them come. Ready the . If they want to play with high-speed toys, let’s see how they handle a localized gravity well."
"Incoming from the Northeast!" a lookout screamed from the upper scaffolding. It disintegrated against the Bastion's reinforced hull in
"Sir, the enemy cruiser is launching !" his lieutenant reported, pointing to a sleek, hydrofoiling vessel cutting through the waves at impossible speeds.