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Major Yule stared up at the crystal spires as the headquarters unit raced by them- they were by far the strangest sight he’d seen with his own eyes here, and when close, they caused a disturbing sort of interference on the radios, but it was the chaos of reports and information that made him wonder if they played tricks on the mind. To the west, an enemy attack was closing forth to try and pin the battalion against the sea. To the north, there was one final rearguard obstructing the way- a red turret indicating the most persistent bastard on the planet had followed them all the way down here. If that wasn’t enough, a <span class="mu-i">submarine</span> was now rising from the depths.
Yule would have really appreciated some other form of naval help, but he had known better than to hope for that. The Countess herself expressed that she had brought in every bit of help she could- and it had been spent at Halcini. Now she was missing.
“Judge Above,” he muttered to himself as he stared straight ahead. The mist had risen some, but it was still thick enough over the water that he couldn’t see what apparently should be ahead beyond the eastern line of defense turned egress. “I thought I’d already repented and repaid my debts, but I guess I never guessed your sense of humor…” The radio indicator light flashed on the machine beside him, and he switched to the channel. “Yule.” He listened. “If you can’t win that fight, don’t fight them. They can’t chase you down while also fighting us. I’m calling it, every man for himself. If we meet again it’ll be well the hell away from this peninsula. They’re already pulling up their submarine corps, whoever falls behind, it’s your choice to stay back or not. If you have any interest in surviving, take your chance and <span class="mu-i">go</span>.”
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>Turn is Open
