OIC: NEVER GONNA HOLD ME DOWN. Yay having Bird as a mod!
It had been a long journey, but Louisbourg flew high and proud in the face of the wind. It whipped off the North Atlantic, and gave the land much wood, for the mists and spray dominate this land as they have no other in time. This was their kingdom, this was their people.
The war had begun almost a year before, but still they came. The last gasp of Newfoundland was but one after many, and they had to fight it still.
Mellissandei watched the bombers fly from the base. They were J9-34 XZs, the last of their kind, a magnificent monoplane with five jet turbines, ramjets, and bombs. They could fly at Mach 7, and they had an effective range of thousands of miles. Their payload was exactly 465.3 megatons, which would be more than enough to destroy the Newfoundlander fleet.
They were not loaded.
They were barely fueled.
This was what the world had come to.
With a gasp, Mallisandrei watched the bombers dive at the enemy fleet. They plunged into the decks of the ships, but they had so little fuel that they didn't even blow up.
Instead, the ships blew up.
Boom, boom, boom. Shakalaka.
What did they do now? Mellisandei squinted her eyes, but she could barely see through the smoke and mist and fog. With a gasp, she realized there were no more warplanes.
No more planes.
But there were.
Ships...
The Newfoundlai could not stop now even if they wanted to. They had run out of fuel too, and therefore they would be carried by inertia into the face. Of the cliffs.
"Well," he said, "This is it."
Then a bullet came. The last bullet they would see for months.
"What?" he said, and died.
Missandei screamed.
"NO!" She screamed.
Why were they doing th
