Haven's City army was an awesome sight. 1,000 hovercrafts, each carrying thirty soldiers flying at over 200 MPH over water to reach the Wastelands, to encounter the Metal-Head's. It was no lie what Ashelin had said. This was going to be the most difficult day of their lives. For each man they brought the Metal-Heads had 200 of their kind waiting. All Haven had going for them was suprise, better weaponry, and Jak. The formation they were flying in was massive and loud so the element of suprise was most likely gone, and their skill was questionable and Jak wasn't going into combat unless Drakken showed his face. They were all good markmens but there was no guarentee that the lines would hold if the Metal-Heads charged too violently.

After several hours of flying land appeared on the horizon. It was a dark danky land, full of death and disease, vile creatures and rivers of poison. As the hovercrafts landed and the soldiers filed out and formed thier ranks the full reality of their assignment set in. Many of the men were shuffling nervously in their lines and a few threw up. Jak looked at Ashelin.

"We better get moving, if we stay here any longer we risk getting ambushed and cut down. Let's move out." Jak and Ashelin hopped in a Hellcat. Jak pointed at Rail and he nodded and Rail led his 15K troops towards the gap in the mountain. Ashelin pointed at Torn who rose in his Hellcat and led the 500 Hellcats around the back of the moutains, and Sig led his engineers towards the mountains to start placing charges.

Rail was at the front of his troops and he walked through the rough terrain of the mountains. The lines were behind him were divided in regiment of one hundred in colums of twenty men across and five rows deep. Each regiment was flanked by two high powered tanks with a long range ground to ground missle and two Vulcan Fury machine guns. He was armed with his sub machine gun Blaster and each of his men were armed with semi-automatic Blasters. They walked for about thirty minutes until, finally, they reached the gap in the mountains. Rail held up his hand to tell his men to stop and he walked forward. The sight he saw was a sickening as it had been when he first saw it. In that moment Rail faltered. He began to wonder what in the hell he was doing. How could he and his men hold back such a mass of Metal-Heads. He was ready to run until her remembered what he was here for. He had to draw out Drakken, he had to draw him out so Jak could face, and hopefully kill him. Doing that would save Keria and this fight would be over. He steeled his resolve and motioned for his men to come forward. They were able to fit five regiments and ten tanks into the gap. Rail held his arm up and yelled in a commanding voice "FIRE!"

The sound was deafening as 500 Blaster shots fired into the front lines of the Metal-Heads followed by the explosions that the tank misseles made in the back of the Metal-Head ranks. When the Metal-Heads realized they were being shot at they ran straight at the KG forces but the Metal-Heads advance was nearly impossible because of the sheer cliff face they were trying to climb but also because as the Metal-Heads advaced they had no protecting of any kind and were almost asking to be cut down like cockroaches under a blowtorch. The KG happily obliged them.

Torn was nearly a mile away waiting for the time to attack. He had been given orders not to start attacking until thirty second after Rail had started to ground assault. They were far away but before long they heard the echos of the gun fire. It was the longest thirty seconds of Torn's life. He gritted his teeth and gripped his flight controls until his knuckles turned white. After thrity seconds he gave the order.

"Let the bastards have it!" he yelled and 500 Hellcats came to life behind him as they flew over the gorge. Each Hellcat had one man at the cockpit, he flew the hovercraft and managed the shipboard guns. They each also had two extra men in it with regular guns to protect from any flying Metal-Heads and to shoot at the ground Metal-Heads, anything to throw them off track. Torn, being the reckless manaic that he was, was blasting the Metal-Heads apart. The sounds of the laser blasts were deafening and drowned out most of the screaming and yelling from both sides. Torn's startegy was simple. Make continus circles around the outer fringes of the Metal-Head lines. The Metal-Heads had their army set up so that the weaker Metal-Heads were on the outside and the stronger were on the inside. Their priorety was to cut the weaker Metal-Heads down. Weak Metal-Heads made up nearly half of the Metal-Heads army. With the weakest Metal-Heads out of the way the army would not seem so daunting, they hoped.

From the Metal-Heads standpoint things were getting confusing. First a bunch of human had had the gull to fight them head on. The Metal-Heads were swarming the hill as fast as they could but they kept getting cut down. On top of that, now their back ranks were getting cut apart by an airborne assault. It seemed they had only the lesser of two evils to choose from. Either die under the guns of the ground KG or try and dodge the hail of bullets coming from the sky. It seemed hopeless as this relentless slaughter lasted for nearly four hours until He came.

From the bowels of the earth there came a roar that deafened all other noise. The ground crumbeled away and He came out. Drakken had shown his face.