War of the Worlds: Goliath Page #5

and Bismarck to support New Orleans.

I want the Atlas rolling at flank

speed to Montreal with the Agamemnon.

The Minotaur will follow us.

Anything we can do?

We'll be in New Mexico at dawn.

Until then, you can rest

and you can pray.

I never thought this day would come.

I thought the bacteria

would keep us safe.

Well, looks like the ugly buggers

developed an immunity.

Godspeed men, and give 'em hell.

Are we fit for battle?

Would I be coming down now

if we weren't, sir?

No, of course you wouldn't. Please

accept my apology.

Why don't you hate the British?

From what I hear, your people were

living in palaces

when the Brits were in caves.

Now you're a colony.

They own your asses

and treat you like you

were savages.

As Shakespeare said, 'There is no

darkness but ignorance.'

Shakespeare... Where'd you

learn that?

Oxford.

How did a 'wog', no offense,

get to Oxford?

I used to be a prince. My family

disowned me for joining A.R.E.S.

I know how that feels.

My brother...

Wanted you to steal weapons for the

Fenians to use against the British.

You knew?

I saw you leave the bar the other

night and guessed the rest.

You didn't report me?

No. I trusted you.

Then I checked the inventory to see

if any weapons were missing.

You did the right thing, Patrick.

Coffee?

Thanks. What are you smiling about?

Tomorrow.

You actually look forward

to battle?

A four hundred knot dive out of the

sun... Guns blazing at the enemy...

For me it is better than schnapps!

I think you're a little

crazy, Manfred.

I think I have to be.

I wish I were more like you, my

friend.

We are not so different. Except I

carry only my own life in my plane.

You... You carry the lives of

your crew.

Get some sleep.

Tomorrow we find our destiny, ya?

General, we have contact.

Nine Martian aircraft bearing sixty

degrees north by northwest.

Hundred and twenty five miles out

and closing.

Battle stations.

Launch all fighters.

Stormcrows, head 26 degrees

north northwest.

We must protect the Leviathan.

Nothing gets through us.

Remember, your heat rays will need a

three minute recharge after firing, so

rely on your rockets and

machine guns.

Good hunting.

Valkyries, on me!

Stormcrows! Maintain formation.

Here they come!

Break! Break!

Where is he?

I can't see him!

Got him!

Bank hard left.

There are too many!

Where the hell is Richthofen?

I'm hit! I'm hit!

They are heading for

the Leviathan.

Targeting. Bearing 33 degrees.

Richthofen!

Leaving the dance early, ya?

It's just you and me, Fraulein.

Come on, come on... Charge!

Report.

We lost three valkyries and seven

stormcrows.

Seven Martian craft are confirmed

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