(Planet Juxta, Charles's POV)
Simultaneously, while Leo and Veyr fought on Planet Nemo, a tense situation started to arise back home on Juxta, as suddenly the skies outside the planet observed unprecedented troop buildup, as thousands upon thousands of enemy Destroyer ships crowded the sky.
"All men to arms! Raise the alarms!"
"All men to arms, enemy attack imminent!"
The Cult soldiers shouted, their voices echoing across the base as sirens wailed, the sound sharp enough to rattle glass panes across the city.
*Alarm Bells*
*Officers Shouting Orders*
Charles sat on the steps outside the command post, a cigarette dangling lazily from his lips, as he lazily gazed upward toward the heavens.
Above, the darkness of space shimmered faintly, lit by the silhouettes of countless enemy hulls that now blotted out the stars, as he couldn't help but chuckle at their audacity to try and attack Juxta.
'Motherfuckers….'
