FINALLY! The long-awaited Zweitekaiser installment is up. Things are going to ge exciting again.
Briktoid mobile shipyards milled around listlessly in the cold stillness of space, combing the wreckage of the AN fleet for parts for more Mass-Produced Frigates. The mechanical hulks held Zweitekaiser Klaus's attention.
He was onboard the bridge of the SS Teutoburger, the pride of Bavaria. The quietness bothered him- New York went down without much of a fight, and as far there was no enemy response. He was disappointed somewhat, secretly hoping Kommander Alec would have been killed in action, but he also began to wonder what the USA could possibly have up its sleeve. Most likely some nasty surprise, but Siri had assured him everything would go fine. Still, he felt the crafty and sly woman was keeping some things to herself.
Before he had left, he had executed Vicount James DeSilva, and had ordered the destruction of Pendragon, the capital of Brittannia. Now, things were coming to a head, and one of the largest empires of the brik-verse had declared war on the Third Alliance. He had lingering doubts as to whether the TA could handle a war with both the USA and Brittannia, but he buried them. The German peoples had lost two space wars already, they would never shame themselves to lose this one. At this point, a bridge ensign had signaled to him from a lower deck.
The bridge itself was buried deep inside the ship, to better protect its vital crew. It was almost diametric to a Trattorian counterpart, being made of wrought iron and exposing its gears and mechanical workings, the constant whirring of parts filling the background. Klaus ran down the stairs and approached the ensign- one of the radar ones, he noted. She had a rather panicked expression painted all over her face. Again, this bothered Klaus.
"The Bavarian navy is no place for fear. I assure you we can handle anything that get's thrown at us."
The ensign was shaking her head in the negative. She pointed to the left-hand side of her screen, splattered with red dots and a massive red splotch in the middle- a USA carrier group. What Klaus didn't expect however, was what was on the right-hand side- about another thousand red pixels and five massive markers distributed around it. Immediately, Klaus fingered for his communicator and conferred with Siri.
"Any unexpected guests tonight?" he asked her.
"Nope, just the USA carrier group. Maybe a small fleet of Scythians, they stationed a visiting goodwill group nearby."
"Well, could you explain this to me?" he asked, snapshoting the radar screen and mailing it to Siri.
There was silence at the other end of the line for a few minutes. Even Klaus began to realize what other nation could possibly have five super-dreadnoughts.
"Well, Klaus, it appears the Praetorians had decided to pull a Dunkirk. Blast 'em out of the sky once they get here. We will be ready." Siri finished.