Automatons marched through the central gate and through an onslaught of weapons fire. A heap of automaton corpses were piling up. Troops continued to pour their gunfire into the opening from behind shield walls. Waves of automaton rushed to their own destruction, yet there seemed to be no end to their numbers. Projectiles whizzed all over the docking bay.
Lord Whelsey surveyed the situation from near the Death’s Reaper.
Troops of Clan Keeper were providing cover for Clan Forger. Several of the abandoned spaceships’ engines were conducting test firings in the distance. Marching towards the Death’s Reaper, the troops provided a moving shield for Lord Drumpf. The deck shook again with more of the approaching colossi.
Lord Whelsey felt the tingle of an incoming communication
