"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."
Elias didn't need the warning. He could see the faint, rhythmic glow of an enemy satellite locking on from the upper atmosphere. In this world, the war wasn't just fought on the waves; it was fought between the stars and the seabed. File: Forts.High.Seas.zip ...
"Sir, the enemy cruiser is launching !" his lieutenant reported, pointing to a sleek, hydrofoiling vessel cutting through the waves at impossible speeds. "Full power to the Energy Doors
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. He could see the faint, rhythmic glow of
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.