[Final Warrior]

Leo awoke under a pile of paper, at his desk, still in front of a glowing computer screen.

Checking though his stuff, he found that he had a new, urgent message. Opening it and reading it over, his eyes widened.

"Fsck. DREAM MAKER, assemble in the briefing room. We're going to hell."

Leo rushed down to the briefing room, where the Admiral awaited. Soon, the remaining members of the DREAM MAKER team assembled.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have found it. The Nagalisk homeworld. All of your AIs have been working on that Blackcloak we captured, and we've learned the location of the Nagalisk homeworld.

Your mission is simple. Clear the way for us to get a battlefleet over here. You will have all the Marines for backup. You will be commandeering the Blackcloak, with the AIs acting as translators. Expect heavy resistance. Very heavy. You will not have any sort of aerial backup. Once planetside, you will have to use whatever the Nagalisk have.

However, you will have artillery. The engineering corps is prepping that.

Destroy whatever you can and disable the rest. Primarily, take out their command stations. We need to nutralize their planetary defenses, mainly their orbital cannons, defensive stations, and the planetside ion cannons.

Recover as much technology as you can, as well.

You will be departing in five hours. Katlyn, I'm sorry, but your celebration will have to be cancelled."

"Sir! Permission to speak freely?"

"Permission granted."

"Sir, this will be the best celebration I've ever had."