Flak stared at the map of Orange Star with an unnatural look. He was thinking. Enemy artillery was pounding the last Black Hole stronghold in Orange Star. He was at least safe in his own underground bunker. He wondered how he could have lost. His early victories seemed so easy. Now, long after the initial invasions of Orange Star, Blue Moon, Yellow Comet, and Green Earth, he had limited options. He had been beaten back again and again. He had always been outsmarted. He shook his head and wondered if he could get out of Orange Star alive.
A Black Hole soldier ran into the room. He quickly saluted and hurried to his C.O. "Master Flak, the enemy has just broke through the northern lines. Your orders?"
Flak looked at the soldier and rubbed his head. Stressful times always gave him a headache. "Pull back to the outskirts of the capital," he replied smartly. The enemy had surrounded him at Orange Star's capital; the last Black Hole stronghold in Orange Star. Now, with his northern lines falling back to the capital, his eastern and western fronts would have more pressure on them. He knew he could not win anymore...
Suddenly, the air raid alarms sounded. Anti-air units started firing. Many officers rushed into Flak's bunker with tired looks on their faces, the looks of defeat. The sound of the bomber engines could be heard.
"Looks like they are about ready to launch a final assault," one officer grimly observed.
"I agree, but maybe we can get out of here alive. I hear that both Adder in Yellow Comet and Hawke in Green Earth have won many victories. Even Lash is holding back Blue Moon's attacks," answered another officer.
The all-clear signal echoed within the bunker. The officers walked out of the bunker and back to the makeshift HQ. Flak even walked out of his bunker and looked at the capital of Orange Star.
The capital was pretty much leveled. A building did stand here and there, but most were too damaged to garrison in. The capital was fairly small, only 5 square miles. Now Flak only controlled 20 square miles of Orange Star, when he should have conquered it a long time ago. A reconnaissance squad roared up in jeeps next to Flak. A soldier jumped out and saluted quickly.
"L-L-Lord Flak, the enemy is massing tr-tr-tr-oops on all fronts, it looks like they will at-at-attack soon," the young soldier stammered.
Flak grunted and turned away. The young soldier jumped back into the jeep and roared off with the others towards the western front. Flak rushed into the makeshift HQ, a mere 75 yards from his bunker. (The bunker was too crowded for the entire staff to be bunched inside.) He entered the office of the top General under his command. He noticed that the wall behind his desk had collapsed. "General Wilkins, is there any chance for me to escape this retched place?"
General Roger Wilkins, 62, was Flak's main adviser. Although Flak was quite spontaneous, Wilkins usually helped Flak out. Flak wasted many men and resources during many of his spontaneous attacks. Wilkins did lose some battles, but most were because of Flak's interference. He looked at Flak with no expression. "I see no way, any air transportation would be shot down and going through enemy lines in a single APC won't get you anywhere."
Flak thanked the General and walked out of the office. On the way to the door, a lower officer stopped him. "Lord Flak, I have serious news. Lord Sturm has stopped sending reinforcements. The beach landings 60 miles east of here have been repulsed." Flak was surrounded and cut off. The enemy was about to attack. He knew he had failed.
Flak shuddered to think what would happen to him if Lord Sturm found out he had failed him. He walked back into his bunker, knowing he just may not survive after all.