Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20170803150719/@comment-30700719-20170803230150

(I have not watched the movie, but I have knowledge of Operation Dynamo.)

I look down at the map of the land. "Blast. We're getting hammered by air, land and sea. The damned Maou dogs have us trapped." I pace around the room, then go back to the map. "Welsley! Get in here!" Senior Communications Officer James Welsley pokes his head inside the tent. "Call in the Air Force. Send us some fighters. Their bombers will tear our ships to shreds, if those Krakens don't. Make sure that they send some close-attack aircraft as well." The communications officer nodded and headed off. I motioned to Admiral Thomas Floser. "Tell them to send every boat they can. The smaller, the better. As long as it can float, get it. Enlist the public to help out. We must get our boys back, you hear me?" He nods and strides over to a private, instructing him of the message. I narrowed my eyes and cradled my chin in one hand. If I didn't get us all off this rock, the way would be wide open for the Maou to take over Lidaria, our neighbours. We had traded with them for some time, and they had agreed to help us escape. The private from earlier strides into the room. "Livaria has agreed, and is appealing to the public to help us out." I straightened up and put my hands behind my back. "Good. We're going to need all the help we can get."

At 0600, the civilians were lining up on the beaches. The Hurricanes flew overhead, keeping an eye on the evacuation. Further inland, Spitfires were doing their damned hardest to keep their bombers at bay. One of the last groups to arrive at the beaches were still at the bridge, desperately trying to make it across, then burning it to the ground to stop the Maou from advancing. Small gunboats were slowly coming up along the river, armed with heavy artillery and anti-air fire. So far, about eight thousand were off the beaches, aboard over twenty different vessels. Suddenly, disaster struck. A destroyer and two cruisers arrived, starting to shell the evacuation to bits. The cruiser's flak cannons stopped our bombers from hitting the destroyer. A small squadron of Spitfires against all odds managed to sink the cruisers, and a biplane crippled the enemy destroyer with a torpedo. After that, the Spitfires turned against the sea mamono, even managing to scare off a Kraken with a well-placed bomb.

I looked out over our city, now abandoned. From the sea, it looked so beautiful. The thick purple fog looming over some parts and the raging fires turned it ugly, into a wasteland of destruction and fear. We were out of range of the artillery, and our Hurricanes held off the gunboats. I looked away from our apocalyptic city, forward towards Livaria. Our ragtag collection of boats, ranging from tugboats and dinghys to a mighty cruiser swam forward through the water, away from the violence of the Maou. I smiled, yet shed a tear.