calm him when playing, and the vintage Guarneri violin he had managed to salvage during a raid in Old Virginia was a sight to see. Absolutely an antique, the wooden masterpiece had very few gashes, just enough to remind everyone of a time that once was. A time before demons walked among men. Of course, their respect for the instrument quickly faded when G began playing. Though he considered himself a formidable violinist, he was anything but.
However, he was a very important part of their team, and if that meant he was cursed with the face that only a mother could love, as well as a severe lack of musical talent, so be it.
Nadia and Preacher both spent several long moments staring at G, who was crouched over and sharpening the long blade which normally rested in a sheath on his back. As they both wondered what kind of person would willingly carry a violin into battle as though it were a weapon, their attention turned to the large window which faced the front side of the building.
It had a direct view of the city's edge, which was the best seat in the house as Washington City's bell began to ring loudly; dusk quickly setting it. Several Resistance fighter jets came screaming overhead, multiple Ancient fighter planes behind them.
Nadia had never been this close to the Ancients' air superiority, having only faced their ground forces in the past. The small black ships blazed into the direction of Washington City, silver writing placed on them in what what resembled a tribal design.
Firing on the F-14 Tomcats that were in full retreat, the Ancient ships dispersed glowing yellow tracer rounds in mass quantity, pummeling one of fighter planes as it quickly fell into the far reaches of the horizon.
Moments later, the Ancient ships were forced to break pattern as the steam-powered Gatling guns which were mounted into strategic towers throughout the city began firing back. Man made lead retaliated, forcing the most dominant species known to man into a full retreat.
Small arms fire could easily be used within the safe area of Guardian Angel, however anything as large as an aircraft would fall right from the sky because of the constant electromagnetic pulse that was given. The Resistance had been intelligent enough to change the pattern of Guardian Angel each and every day, and their pilots had the magnetic blanket of protection plotted into their navigational systems. The Ancients didn't.
While the Human pilots could simply weave in and out of the waves of destruction, the Ancients would be in a virtual minefield and knew well enough to turn back when they had gotten this close. The pounding guns of steam power placed throughout Washington City just added to their reasoning.
Of course, the Ancients had tried to ransack Washington City by way of foot in the past, expecting to walk through the streets in force and conquer at will. Resistance soldiers had staved off more than one attack, usually led by Alicia's group. They had gotten close to taking the city on several occasions, even once taking a small portion of Washington City for nearly a week.
After suffering huge losses, the Humans eventually regained control of Washington City, keeping what Ancient weapons and supplies they could in doing so.
The city was actually in a lot better shape than Berlin. Although it was also under a shroud of protection from above, the Germans had fought off and on for nearly a year inside the city to remain in control. It was the help of Russian survivors that finally pushed the Ancients out, which was ironic if you follow the history of things.
There was no more United States, no more Germany, Russia or any other country that stood before the invasion. Now there were just those who had succumb to the rule of Ancients, those who survived day-to-day and by any means necessary and the Resistance.
As they all lay in their bunks for the night, Nadia and her team found it hard to rest. Slowly, it became evident to them that the thundering skies
However, he was a very important part of their team, and if that meant he was cursed with the face that only a mother could love, as well as a severe lack of musical talent, so be it.
Nadia and Preacher both spent several long moments staring at G, who was crouched over and sharpening the long blade which normally rested in a sheath on his back. As they both wondered what kind of person would willingly carry a violin into battle as though it were a weapon, their attention turned to the large window which faced the front side of the building.
It had a direct view of the city's edge, which was the best seat in the house as Washington City's bell began to ring loudly; dusk quickly setting it. Several Resistance fighter jets came screaming overhead, multiple Ancient fighter planes behind them.
Nadia had never been this close to the Ancients' air superiority, having only faced their ground forces in the past. The small black ships blazed into the direction of Washington City, silver writing placed on them in what what resembled a tribal design.
Firing on the F-14 Tomcats that were in full retreat, the Ancient ships dispersed glowing yellow tracer rounds in mass quantity, pummeling one of fighter planes as it quickly fell into the far reaches of the horizon.
Moments later, the Ancient ships were forced to break pattern as the steam-powered Gatling guns which were mounted into strategic towers throughout the city began firing back. Man made lead retaliated, forcing the most dominant species known to man into a full retreat.
Small arms fire could easily be used within the safe area of Guardian Angel, however anything as large as an aircraft would fall right from the sky because of the constant electromagnetic pulse that was given. The Resistance had been intelligent enough to change the pattern of Guardian Angel each and every day, and their pilots had the magnetic blanket of protection plotted into their navigational systems. The Ancients didn't.
While the Human pilots could simply weave in and out of the waves of destruction, the Ancients would be in a virtual minefield and knew well enough to turn back when they had gotten this close. The pounding guns of steam power placed throughout Washington City just added to their reasoning.
Of course, the Ancients had tried to ransack Washington City by way of foot in the past, expecting to walk through the streets in force and conquer at will. Resistance soldiers had staved off more than one attack, usually led by Alicia's group. They had gotten close to taking the city on several occasions, even once taking a small portion of Washington City for nearly a week.
After suffering huge losses, the Humans eventually regained control of Washington City, keeping what Ancient weapons and supplies they could in doing so.
The city was actually in a lot better shape than Berlin. Although it was also under a shroud of protection from above, the Germans had fought off and on for nearly a year inside the city to remain in control. It was the help of Russian survivors that finally pushed the Ancients out, which was ironic if you follow the history of things.
There was no more United States, no more Germany, Russia or any other country that stood before the invasion. Now there were just those who had succumb to the rule of Ancients, those who survived day-to-day and by any means necessary and the Resistance.
As they all lay in their bunks for the night, Nadia and her team found it hard to rest. Slowly, it became evident to them that the thundering skies
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