[William waited for the next wave. Suddenly the screen flashed with a message;
-/WAVE-START\-
-/DEPLOY-UNITS\-
|-DREADNAUGHTS: 030-|
|-SWARM-CARRIERS:120-|
|-APOCALYPSE-CLASSES: 090-|
|-ANIHILATORS: 350-|
|-BATTLESHIPS: 500-|
Everyone was shocked. William fell out of his chair, Minerva spat her coffee, Amethyst popped the paper bag she was hyperventilating into, and Athena tipped her office chair over. John even started crying.]
Athena: What the hell is this? The computer is fucking with us. There is no goddamn way we'll clear this wave.
Minerva: Use the MAWs. Like I care if we lose our only shot.
William: Get some common sense! We might as well surrender if we do that. Deploy 175 Destroyers. And empty every single round from them. Deploy half of every unit we have. I want to see some heavy firepower, and lots of fireworks. Get me some popcorn while you're at it.
Amethyst: Haha! Very funny. Let's try to pack nukes on the Intercepter units and drive them into the higher-power enemy units.
William: Good idea. Get some of the Void, Corrosion, Entropic, EMP, and Dark type warheads and pack 'em on fighters, try to de-stabilize their high-power weapons.