Armada: Agony of the Gods

Ambush

REAR LINES - South of the Operation

KABOOM!!!

On the other side of the battlefield, chaos unfolded for Calista. Her troops fell victim to a cunning Lyran ambush. From the shadows emerged a Lyran troop regiment armed with colossal Talos Mortars, belching fire and launching projectiles that wreaked havoc upon Calista's position.

Amidst the exploding chaos, Calista barked orders to her beleaguered troops. The Lyran ambush had caught them off guard, and the battlefield had descended into pandemonium.

 "Hold your ground! Form a defensive perimeter! Protect the wounded!" Calista barked.

The air reverberated with the howls of werewolves and the thunderous explosions as the mortars wreaked havoc. Calista, her crimson Armada Strike Corps uniform dusted with ash, surveyed the unfolding chaos.

The air was thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder, and the deafening explosions echoed through the wasteland. The mortars unleashed devastation, tearing through Armada ranks and creating a scene of unparalleled chaos. 

"We need support from the rear! Get a message to Commander Hexage – tell him it's a trap!" Calista yelled to a nearby lieutenant.

"Yes, ma'am!" replied the Lieutenant.

Amidst the smoke and confusion, the mysterious wolf with emerald eyes slinked through the shadows, approaching the heart of the Armada's command post. The fur of this enigmatic figure blended with the shadows, and its movements were swift and silent.

"Hold the line! We can't let them break through!" Calista raised her voice.

GROUND ZERO - Quilloute Canal

Amidst the aftermath of Darius Hexage's devastating assault on the Lyran lines, the battlefield lay in ruins, werewolf bodies scattered across the torn ground. Darius, unaware of the unfolding chaos on the other side, surveyed the destruction.

"This is Commander Hexage. Lyran lines have been neutralized. We've won.", Darius said over the radio:

The radio crackled to life with urgency, a voice filled with distress cutting through the triumph, "Commander Hexage, this is Lieutenant Anders. We've been ambushed! The Lyran regiment unleashed Talos Mortars, and Second-Commander Warren is down! We need immediate assistance!"

Darius's triumphant expression faltered as the reality of the situation sunk in. Without hesitation, he rallied his troops and ordered the Basilisk Tanks forward.

"Move out! We have comrades in need!" Darius yelled to his troops.

As Darius's forces approached the beleaguered Armada position, gunfire and explosions echoed in the distance. Calista's lieutenant desperately relayed the situation.

"Commander Hexage, we can't hold much longer! They're closing in on us!" the Lieutenant said over the radio.

REAR LINES - South of the Operation

Just as hope seemed lost for Calista and her troops, Darius's Basilisk Tanks roared onto the scene, their cannons blazing. The Lyran troops and cannoneers were swiftly obliterated, the tide of the battle turning in the Armada's favor.

"Hold on! We're here to get you out of this mess!" Darius shouted to Calista.

Calista, clutching her injured shoulder, looked up with a mix of relief and gratitude as Darius approached.

"Hexage, you arrived just in time. What's happening?" Asked Calista as medics approach to tend to her wounds.

"We received your distress call", replied Darius as he stepped out of his transport truck, he reached out to Calista with a bundle of maps and blueprints neatly tied together by a yellow ribbon. "Here, take these plans. We recovered them from the Lyran forces. There's more at stake than we thought."

Calista examined the plans and maps, realization dawning on her face.

"The Damocles Dam! They're planning to flood The Sacrament, the capital! We need to stop them!" Calista replied urgently:

"Gather your forces. We'll make sure they never reach the dam."

With newfound determination, Darius and Calista joined forces, uniting against the common threat that aimed to plunge The Sacrament into chaos.