Chapter 4
If anyone is wondering why the An Iowa class battleship is the maestro Alec's flagship, it's because I thought it would be a good idea If a modified, enlarged version is added.
The maestro Alec stormed into the command room obviously pissed about something.
" I need a drink godammit!" He yelled at the guild officer next to him.
"What kind Maestro?" The guild officer responded without thinking.
"Vodka. Our situation has turned to shit and I need something to take my mind off of it."
"Yes my lord." The officer scurried off to get Alec his Vodka.
Alec looked out the window, at the cold wasteland of Disith. He was scanning for any sign of Guild survivors. Besides Delphine, who would've been dead if it wasn't for their crew's quick thinking, they haven't found Anyone.
He turned over to his rear admiral, Formica. " What is our situation?" He asked coldly.
"Long story or short story?" He replied.
"I don't give a shit, just tell me." Alec told him without emotion.
" Ok, we haven't had any contact with the Guild Fortress, Claudia units 7, 4, and 12 have been destroyed, main Turret A is non-functional, and Dio is technically Maestro." Formica walked back to his post and resumed scanning the skies for friendly ships.
"If Dio's maestro, we're fucked. He hates Delphine and he doesn't really like me either." There was a pause for about fifteen seconds as everyone processed the information in their minds. " He's probably allied the rest of the Guild with those dirt-eating motherfuckers. This isn't good. We're probably the only ones left that haven't allied themselves with Dio. We're going into a shitstorm right now. Prepare for combat at any moment."