John watched as the Communist ships began to get closer to the city. They had begun to move around the wall, still outside of the anti-air weapons; finally they chose a spot to gather at. Now John and Henry stood on the roof of a large sky scraper watching the ships approach. Henry looked at John and then back to the ships.
"Um, John are we planning on a way to stop them or... what?" Henry asked
"With all the ships recovering from the crash, my fleet will be down for at least a week. I know they want me alive, so the ships won't do too much damage to the city," John said, "But that wall will go."
"Is this it for us? The UPA?" Henry asked.
"I don't know Henry, but if New York falls then the rest will start. This is one of the most well defended cities. The UPA, both troops and citizens, do not have much moral left. It's up to us, my fleet, my men, to stop Baltar, the Communist emperor," John said.
"How are you going to do that? No one from the UPA has ever seen him, let alone faced him in combat," Henry said.
"But he is here; see that large battle ship in the middle of those ships?" John asked pointing at the large ship, "That's his ship; he says it can take a blow from the MX and still fight. I plan on testing him."
"I thought you said it would take years to get the MX to fly again," Henry said.
"Yes, but its Phase Space generator is just fine. I can get it into space and aim it. That's all I need," John told him.
The guns on the bottom of the large ships aimed, and began to shell the large wall around the city. Mighty expulsions rang throughout the entire city. The wall crumbled and fell in a great cloud of dust. John could see the armies of the Communist Planets beginning to move in. Tens, maybe hundreds of thousands of troops stormed through the hole made by the ships. There were flashes of light from gunfire, a fire fight. It was short lived, and they continued their invasion.
"To answer your question Henry, yes I have a plan," John said.
"Jake get your fox ass over here now, me and Henry are stuck inside the Zulu bunker. There are a few troops here, but I need you here. Leave your team at the headquarters and get over here," John said into his headset as loud gunshots rang through the small metal room, "I don't care just get over here when you can, and tell your men to fall back if things get too furry."
"Is he coming?" Henry asked.
"Jake would never disobey an order, especially from me," John said, "He'll be here."
"What if they get him?" Henry asked.
"Jake is the best fighter in the UPA, probably in the galaxy. He was able to beat me in a training fight," John said, "Even the best Communist troops won't be able to bring him down."
A small explosion rang out and a UPA troop flew into the room. John grabbed his Colt 1911 from behind his wing and peaked around the corner to the hall. Two furs stood, both with AK-409s in their hands. John aimed and fired, hitting both of them in the head.
"Henry you got a gun?" John asked.
"No, mine was crush-"Henry started.
"Grab his," John said pointing at the dead man.
Henry picked up the dead fur's J-17 assault rifle and all of his spare clips. He put a fresh clip into the gun and pulled the charging lever. He then followed John down the hall. They came out into the main room of the bunker; all of the UPA furs there were already dead or had surrendered. There were a group of Communist troops standing near the entrance. John opened fire on them without saying a word. There were five of them; each of them fell from a gunshot to the head.
"Henry, we need to get out of here, it's a death trap in here. Let's get into the street, hopefully Jake won't take too long to get here," John said and headed for the door.
Henry followed John out into the street. There were dead furs laying all over the roads and sidewalks, most of them civilian. John turned right and ran into an alley way, Henry followed close behind him. They got into the alley just as a Communist drop ship flew through the street, if it would have spotted them every soldier in the city would know where they were.
"Where's Jake?" Henry asked, "I'm ready to get out of here."
"He'll be here," John said.
Henry was about to say something when the all too familiar sound of the engine of a tank slowly started up. John and Henry turned around in time to see a tank break through the wall at the end of the alley way. Four armored men ran forward, they were all carrying swords. They were Baltar's 'royal' guard. Two more moved in behind John and Henry.
"John..." Henry started.
"You, you are John Dragoon Al, Baltar wishes to see you," The lead guard said.
"Tell him I'll take a rain check," John said.
"I'm sorry, but he insists you see him now. And give up all your weapons," The man said.
"Fine. Henry, it's best if we do as they say," John said.
"But..." Henry started.
"Just do it, these guys are good, live to fight another day," John said.
Henry hesitated then threw down his assault rifle. John pulled out his Colt and laid it on the ground. The four men in front of them began to move forward towards John and Henry as the tank pulled out of the alley way and drove off. The two behind them came up to them as well.
"Take the dragon, kill the wolf," John head over one of their headsets.
"Touch him, and you will lose your life," John said.
"Sir, John will not allow us to hurt him, I suggest to take them both as to not have a fight," The leader said, "Yes sir. Both of you are coming with us, we are going to our flagship, The Reapers Scythe."