Thunderous roar slammed through the hull, scraping away its precious paint, and revealing its naked native self, a malformed cold hard steel, that was stamped and formed through the burgeoning heavy industries, where the superiority of one's prestige is showcased in the league of nations. The shouts of men commanding orders and following it through the hierarchy, as the blood of the sacrifice begins to seep through the cold hard steel, eventually creating a malformed entity. The deaths and sacrifices of the men and women who have built entire civilizations just for the benefit of the few could no longer be ignored. This is what defined the era, the era of the second industrial revolution.
A man of certain military attire, a dark navy blue suit coat and trousers with a black four in hand necktie and a combination cap, with sweat on his forehead, is moving with a swift and firm steps towards a black wooden door.
Upon arrival at the wooden door, he raised his hand and knocked three times, as any normal person would do.
"Enter!" the person exclaimed from the other side of the door.
The man lowered his hands near the knob to open it, where he entered the door, after opening it.
"Sir!" the man exclaimed
"Report!" the man in front of him that was behind the door earlier exclaimed.
"Sir, on the Eastern Front, the combined armies of the Stresa Front, has pinned down Army Group Center. Meanwhile, on the Western Front, there was an intelligence failure, as the Red Behemoth, has been advancing unopposed all this time, and concurrently, the red behemoth is a few hundred kilometers of our capital! Sir!" the man exclaimed.
Upon hearing the report of the man in front of him, he, being the superior person between the two of them, twitched his eyes, as the time passes by the twitched got deeper and deeper until a thunderous slam rang throughout the room.
"Damn reptilians! Damn those cultist freaks! Damn it all!" The superior said with red flushed eyes.
Filled with irrational anger. It all but seemed like he was going to explode. Fortunately, rationality prevailed in the battle of emotions, and so he begins to make plans, and after a few minutes of thinking, he has come to the conclusion.
"Private!" the superior spoke with a firm voice
"Sir, yes sir!" the private spoke with unease present in his expression.
Faced with such a daunting challenge, the superior heaves a breath of fresh air, before looking out at the window, before giving his order.
"Evacuate the colonist and announce a full military retreat from this world. We have taught the inhabitants of this world our ways, yet they were too greedy and wanted more. This is the payment for our ignorance. Our ignorance that we still do not know of, which in the first place, ultimately leads us to losing our homeworld and start travelling through the Gate." The superior commanded.
Upon hearing the order of the superior, the private looked down, with an ashen expression present, reminiscing about the horrors of the olden days and those who have come before them struck fear into his very heart and mind. However, the past is the past, and the present must be prioritized so that there might still be a future for the coming generations.
"Sir, yes sir!" the private salutes, before moving out of the room.
Now, all that's left in the room is the superior. Compared to the private earlier, he was also exhibiting a very distinctive military uniform, albeit a little different from the other person earlier. A double-breasted coat, gold cuff links, and a ceremonial sword.
The superior heave a sigh of defeat as he stood up and mutters to himself.
"From the Gate we found safety, and from it we found land, and on the retreat we arrive back at the Gate. I wonder what worlds did the other fleets arrived on to? I guess there's no point in asking that, as the gate never put us in the same world at the same time, or that's what known of it from the past to the present. Until today, the gate has been mysterious no matter the time." The superior continues to mutter.
The superior would continue on to mutter under the sunlight, before his tranquil time was disturbed by a scathing explosion. Almost immediately, he ducked. However, that was before the explosion was followed by another one and another. When the explosions subsided, he once again looked over the window, where his full colored faced turned absolutely ashen.
Streets were destroyed, and houses were burning. The entire city or the capital are now under attack. He looked over the side and saw no smoke that could signify enemy artillery and was initially baffled, but when he looked up, he was utterly flabbergasted by what he saw.
"Planes!? Even that they were able to copy? We did not even teach that to them?" The superior was utterly shocked and drained by what he was seeing.
Fortunately, him being drained and also, being a superior or an officer in military terms, cannot be prolonged. Because, suddenly, there were heavy footsteps moving in, in front of his office door. Which alerted him and so he brought out his revolver and aimed at the door. Paranoia was starting to set it, as the pressure to make decisions was being forced on him, as it was his responsibility.
As the steps were getting louder and closer, the more silent the superior's breathing becomes.
Suddenly, a person barged in the front door and shouted.
"Command!" Before the person was able to finish talking, he was abruptly stopped by a thunderous noise that pierced the wall beside him.
"W-what?" The person was confused, and only made sense of what was happening when he looked over beside him and saw that the pristine wall now had a hole in it. To which he remembered something.
"One must always knock on the door thrice, and wait until permission is given if you don't want to be treated as an enemy and to provide some breathing room for the officers, from the panic that could be given to them. This is the standard ethics, boy!" the superior exclaimed.
"I-I apologize commander! It's just that the gravity of the situation is just too heavy for me to handle." The person said.
Upon hearing the person below him, the commander gave it some thought, but then again, he is way up in the ladder, and so he has to act on his rank and power, without diminishing his position or the other person.
"All that's done, private. Let us just thank that you were not killed. Now give me a situation report, and how the hell do those reptilians managed to make a plane?" The commander said.
"Sir, it seemed that we have complete information blackout, as it seemed we were fed false information and the only thing we could assume is that we were deliberately led into this trap, and so they planned this from the very start. Whilst there are other interesting informations that we were able to find about their culture and traditio-" The private said before being cut off.
"You can tell me that information after we escape. For now, prepare the ships and evacuate the settlements and colonist aboard the Auxiliary Ships, and prepare to start the gate again, and set it to self destruct after we leave. Moreover, relay information to defend the capital at all cost, and have those army groups to be on full retreat, and those who cannot make it, approve the use of mercy killing and destroy all military hardware if it cannot make it to the ships." The commander's order thundered through the office with a firm and clear voice.
Finally, hearing the commander's decision, the private finally seemed at ease, and so he gladly accepted the orders and moved out of the room. With more things to be done, the commander also left the room, however before leaving the room, his name shone as the light from the sun hits it. With it, the name as it was inscribed.
[Admiral Overseer, Philip Anthony Quagmire]