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[center][h1]"We will fight on the beaches, we will fight on the landing grounds..."[/h1][/center]

After a successful mission in antipolo city, the small rescue party grew in number gaining a few valuable soldiers and civilians with them. Now the once lone vehicle party spearheads the newly formed convoy being followed by a few apc's and several jeepneys which were packed to the brim with survivors. "Turn on your radios, their gonna be useless once we enter the city." The radio man said as the gunners popped out of the vehicles manning the machine gun on top, while the soldiers on the jeepney point their guns out at the open windows of the commercial vehicle. 

The city was quiet, only the hums of the engines, the cry of animals and the heavy footsteps of the orc partrols. Luckily the caravan was fast enough to avoid most of the orcs but, with the old engines of the jeepneys echoing out on the trip, it was impossible to sneak their way into the city. 

Soon, the patrols were alerted because of the noisy engines making them charge into the convoy. With a couple of lucky shoots and close calls the convoy starts speeding up in attempts to survive the encounter. While the soldiers in the jeepney were firing at the attackers. Speeding into the distance they had to escape and in time they would find themselves in MOA one of the nation's largest malls. 

The jeepneys quickly formed into a curve as orcs from surroundings rush in, in hopes of overwhelming the assailants, and in an effort to keep the civvies safe. But, the oddest part of the situation was the sounds of the ships near the coast.

The small remnants of a British fleet were moving full speed to the shallow waters, their colors flapping chaotically in the wind. There were five ships in total, including four frigates and a cruiser. Explosions behind them sent geysers of salt water into the air and sometimes chunks of bloody flesh. The crew sent up a half hearted cheer with each hit, but they knew from the radar that they couldn't possibly hit as many leviathan as there were on their tail. The only hope was to get to the shallows or, god forbid, run aground.

Admiral Andrew Clay didn't bother cheering.  He knew it was the end of their luck. They had been very fortunate when they successfully drained the oil out of a coastal plant 100 kilometers ago and even surviving this long. The beginning of their end could be seen when the frigate HMS Monmouth started sagging  behind, dipping into the water from the back. That meant a few Naga had hooked the ship and sson more would as the ship started slowing down. There was still a chance, but a small one.

"Ready the torpedoes!", he shouted to his crew on the cruiser HMS Brighton. They had one shot at saving the HMS Monmouth and it involved a lucky hit on the leviathan once they attached themselves to the ship. The Monmouth managed to gain some speed as the crew desperately shot machine guns into the water, killing Naga almost as fast they could be replaced.

But then, doom came. The huge shadows of leviathan. There was another bloody geyser as one ran into a couple hasty depth charges, but there were too many.  Just a few more seconds and they wouldn't be able to dodge the torpedoes... "Fire!", he shouted. He could feel a rumble through his ship as the torpedoes launched towards their targets. He wasn't sure how many hit or miss, but several huge bloody geysers shot up. The ship was freed for the time being.

Clay could see they were approaching  the coast. There wasn't enough time for them all to move into the channel. They couldn't celebrate their narrow escape yet though. Their ships would be stranded for a while and he could hear sounds of gunfire not far away.

Soon, as your fleet nears the coastline you can see the imagine of a tall ferris wheel, large buildings and multiply stadium looking buildings near a large structure. As you get closer and closer the realization that a port was out of the questions as the a lone pier and a small fish depot were all in sight. 

Infront suggest an reclaim land project as the sea level doesn't show any signs of lowering as your ship seems to be able to carry on just fine under the waters but, soon large waves of leviathan emerged from the waters showing themselves to you. Some of them were reptilian in nature, while others looked like the mythical kraken while the others looked like a giant serpent, one of which lunged into the air into one of your boats.

As the convoy makes it last stand the sounds of the boats and the leviathans fighting was heard. "Quite pack up before they overrun us." The female that seems to be the leader orders, making the soldiers get in the jeepneys, while inside they started shooting at the horde of orcs and avians in their way, while the others get into their APC. 

 After the engines turn on they start speeding, heading towards the coast of the mall, giving them an heads up to the four ships getting attacked by the large leviathan. "Maria they from the brits." The gunner said as he keeps on firing. "Let me up." She said as she takes out a rocket launcher, going up takes aim at the leviathan latched on one of the ships and fires hitting it in the eyes making it thumble from the ship. 

She signals the captain with both of her arms then pointing at the horde chasing them. "FIRE AT THEM!" She yells out expecting for them to lay down fire support.

Clay had hoped they could take shelter in the channels, but that rapidly diminished as a veritable horde of leviathan rose off the coast. A trap, it seemed. 

"Fire everything! It's now or never men!", he shouted to his deck officers and broadcasted to the ship. A giant snake swiftly latched onto the HMS Argyll, but the others seemed slower. Enough time to aim the cannons and anti-aircraft guns at the beasts. It was risky with the coast so near. Any missed shots would pummel the Mall or the land around it, but he doubted there were many people left.

His men, the brave bastards, were scrabbling up from the lower decks with what machine guns, rocket launchers, and assault rifles they had left and firing up at the monsters. It seemed like they were doing some damage too. Their hide must not be too thick?

Suddenly a rocket streaked from the beach into the eye of the giant snake, damaging it enough to make it relinquish its grasp on the ship. "Admiral! A small group local fighters have engaged the leviathan!", deck officer Felicity called out.

That was an unexpected stroke of good luck. "Men!", he called through the intercom "we've got friendlies on the beach! Be careful with your shots!"

She waits for a much needed support but, gave up when the fleet shown no signs of helping them and as the horde grows even bigger she was running out of options. So in a effort to delay the impossible she grabbed the M2 browning besides her and started firing at the horde. "I CAN'T CONTACT THEM." The radioman yells out as static starts echoing from the radio. 

The sound of breaking glass and concrete begins to ring out from the inside of the mall. And a few seconds laters a creature completely covered in crystals burst out from the walls of the mall sending out waves of debris to the surrounding area. "ITS AN IRON HEAD." She yells out as she focused fire at the beast. But, it was essentially bullet proof and it would more then what they had to take it down. 

"MARIA! TAKE THIS FLARE!" The driver yells out, as he tosses an flare gun behind him. Making the radio man to dash to it, just to avoid it from accidentally fire inside the APC. "CAREFUL MAN!" He shouts as he barely catches the gun, quickly giving it to Maria manning the turret. "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO WITH THIS, BLIND IT!?" She yells out as she continues to fire. 

"FIRE AT IT AND PRAY THAT THE FLEET ISN'T AS DENSE AS YOU!" He remarks making the others laugh a little, making her grunt in annoyance. She fires launching a velvet bright line at the beast hoping that the fleet response lay down fire support.

And the fleet responded. As the Leviathan weakened from the constant barrage, it was apparent that their new allies were being threatened on the beach. A small flare could be seen by a huge monster and the other hordes. It could have been something else, but Clay knew there was really only one thing it mean: blow this spot to hell. Clay gave the commands and the HMS Richmond and HMS Somerset shifted their extra guns and mortars to that point. The shore bombardment begun

With the commanding blast of the turrets, the shelling has begun, as volley after volley of shells was unleashed into the artificial land that MOA sits on. Cracking the concrete beneath the mall, causing a massive chain of destruction as the ground begins to sink back into the sea. 

The first volley decimated the horde, but the crystal giant was still alive but, seconds later the next wave of rounds landed on it and its surroundings, killing it instantly as it falls to its sides. “YES! We got it.” Maria shouts as she watches it fall, as bits of it blows off from its body. But, her celebration was cut short as the land cracks open, as the vicious support worked too well. 

“WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!” She yells out as she goes back into the safety of the APC, quickly sealing the hatch making the vehicle speeds up as it guides the convoy to safety.

“It worked too well.” She remarks as the sounds of explosions and snapping of concrete and iron dominates the air. “THE RADIO IS WORKING!” The radio man yells with glee as he quickly establishes the communications with the fleet, quickly tossing the radio to their leader. 

“Hello this is Maria acting leader of this small group. Thanks for the support but, you destroyed the nearest place that you can dock. If you keen on landing follow us, there’s a nearby pier and we can cover you.” She proposes as the convoy makes its way to the right, as the mall slowly falls into the sea, making the location into a hazardous location for the fleet.

Clay looked around the deck to see if there were any objections. Nobody raised any. He picked up the radio transmitter and responded: "We'll follow your lead", he said starkly. The ships turned away from the crumbling mall and continued along the coast.

"Ok, just keep up." She said as the apc and the jeepneys speeds up. "So jack, the sea wall should be a temporary port right?" She asks to the driver. "Yep, naga bulldozed through it like our fortifications didn't matter, and it seems like the naga made it into an small outpost after the defense." He answers as several small rows of fortifications can be seen just hugging the seawalls and with them the carcasses of abandoned sea vessels. 

"There it is." The pilot remarks as several drums starts beating, alerting the several naga soldiers in the area. "See that?" She asks to the radio. "That’s where you're going to land." She continues as she mounts the machine gun as they ram through the gates inside the makeshift fort, blasting their way into the makeshift docks.

The ships followed the instructions and soon were in the docks. Clay then attempted to radio Maria again. "Thank you for the assistance out there. Is this place safe enough for us to meet face to face, or should we co tongue over the radio?"

The convoy, rams its way into the naga outpost in an attempt to regroup with the fleet. "WE'RE MAKING OUR WAY!" The radio man yells out as gun fire and iron meeting steels erupts from all directions. The naga on the waters near the port lunged into the bottom of the streets as they begin to lay sieges to the mighty warships. The levithan are making progress but, are slowing down because of the level of the water and after a while, decided to bail out. 

The military vehicles effortlessly rams through harden sand structures on the coast as they make their way up to you as the jeepney closely follows.
It was becoming evident that they couldn't survive forever against the Naga. In the short and long term. The Filipinos presented opportunity for the future, Clay thought. He knew what had to be done. "Everyone", he started on the intercom "We can't support these ships forever, but our struggle against these brutes will continue on the land. I am initiating Escape Protocol Bravo. For King and Country!"

What followed was complex, but orderly, disembarkment as Royal Marines, sailors, and soldiers came onto the coast with important munitions and supplies. They lined up to get on the Jeepney's, queuing in a way only Brits knew. Utilizing an M3 Amphibious Bridging vehicle, they were able to deploy a group of protected patrol vehicles, including many Foxhounds, Huskies, and RWMIK Land Rovers. Most soldiers had to make do with Jeepneys and nearby abandoned cars. Clay stayed on the ships until everyone got off. Their last act was run the ships into the shore, hoping they wouldn't be too damaged by the approaching naga. Himself, and all the highest ranking officers, got into two armored Mastiffs. With everybody motorized and the cargo loaded onto a few Logistic Support Vehicles, quad bike trailers, and anywhere else they could stuff it, they were prepared to leave.

In time the filipinos were able to break though, with the jeepney littered with arrows and blood. "Get them aboard!" Maria commanded as filipino soldier and militia fighters went up the jeepneys in order for the brits to get fit into the vehicles. 

Once filled the drivers floored it, as they make their way to safety. The drivers had trouble with the added weight as a sudden turn could mean a fatal move. 

"The soldiers on top made sure that they were keeping the horde in bay as they unledgeds a fury of bullets into the greenies and the approaching harpies. After all of them were there maria ordered them to get out of there. She mounted her gun as she fires at the ones that decided to follow with them and once sure she takes a look at the most important looking person and said. "Sorry about the awful welcoming party." She jokes around as they make their way to their base of operations.

Clay smiled wearily. "Any welcoming party is a blessing for us. Thank you for your help." He was upset the fleet had to be abandoned, but with this defeat came with a kind of victory. He gazed at Maria and the rest of the Filipino convoy appraisingly. They seemed a good lot. His men were already  telling war stories with their new comrades.

Clay turned back to Maria, "I hope we can work together. We'll discuss the details later, I imagine, but most of my men and resources can be put to your efforts."

"Hope so." She replies. "Cause we're gonna need it for to liberate this city."She continues as she pulls out a map with various symbols. 

"But, for now I'm gonna need some shut eye." She said as she closes her eyes and leans on the seat, catching some much needed sleep. 

Looking around the group is mostly a bunch of hastily trained men and women, with the exception of maria and the others. But, at the same time this strangers were now conversing and sharing talks about mundane, funny, scary, and couragous situation that happened to them. Cracking a joke or two to lighten up the mood.

"Sweet dreams," Clay offered with a tinge of humor. Looking around at the men, he was happy to see them in some good spirits.  He felt an unfamiliar twinge of hope, but suspected the worst was to come .

He reached for smoke in one of his old frayed pockets, but remembered they had ran out of them long ago. He grunted and contented himself by leaning back into his musings. He was certainly tired after facing one of the greatest challenges in all of his 35 years.