Inside the bunker deep within the northern port, the lights were dimmed as the air was crowded with tension. What remained of the high command stood before each other. Each of their faces etched with anxiousness and a tinge of fear for what may become the future. A terrible news had met them. Of the seven ports that supported the fortress island of Citrus, only the north endured.
None could prevail against the onslaught of steel walkers that encroached the island. They were fighting a losing battle, and all of them understood such a simple fact.
"Is there any news about the Lord of Citrus?" One of the generals questioned, earning the furrowed eyebrows of his colleagues. The Lord of Citrus... Although not an important aspect in the war effort, he was the ruler of the fortress island. His authority was undeniable, even amongst the armies of the Colonial Dominions. It was for this reason the high command placed importance upon him.
