[Strategia_In_Ultima]

As Strategia is being treated by his medibots - the screaming is deafening, even from within a 100% soundproof cabin - the Seamanders and Salagulls take up formation again for a strike against the Byzantine Mongeese.

The shorter-ranged heavy-duty flamethrowers (sorry guys, but I really wanna keep those) are set up in front of the American Beer weapons, the long-ranged Bread Pudding artillery set up at the rear of the forces.

As Strategia exits the orbital cabin and instaports down to the surface to assume command of his forces again, with a heavily bandaged aft section, he surveys the battlefield.

Fresh corpses lie alongside the rotting remains of gherkins and mongeese. Several broken GeesKat wings, torn from the living bodies of their former owners, lie scattered across the battlefield. The armies on all sides are regrouping.

The time is ripe for assault.....