[ WP ] Turns out it was n't the Nazis hiding on the dark side of the moon . It was the Roman Empire . They 've come back with a vengeance .

Perhaps the klaxon horns that resonated amidst the halls of the compound signaled the mobilisation of american troops; an attack force or air raids? Either of the mentioned attacks would have catastrophic effects on the Russian outpost in Warsaw, Poland. Word of the American's newly created atomic bomb naturally arose fear and panic in the heart's and minds of even the highest ranking officials. 
 
 A blur of hues rippled throughout the night sky, somehow fabricated; surreal, nothing comparable to the light which shone from the stars. Lights which appeared harsh in the eyes of the soldiers down below. 
 
 
 Commander's awoke; arms quickly distributed, sweating fingers scrambling for rifles, artillery weapons posed with deadly accusation. Yet, despite this sudden outburst of radical and ambiguous armament, the soldier's worked with uncertain mannerisms- postures stiff, eyes darting between fellow soldiers, the mood painted upon their face, unscrupulous in some form or pattern. 
 
 They had huddled, with poor organisation, they had huddled, weapons aimed upright. They aimed at the horizon, not waiting for the seeping light of the envious sun, but rather for the blurring blight of plane propellers. None came. Instead, what had descended, what had arrived with an unmistakable scent of lingering death, was something of unparalleled; no, unfathomable presence. 
 
 If they were at war with the Americans, why had golden automatons of flying horses streak through the sky? And upon them, why had the sneering faces of Roman Imperials unsheathe their swords? 
 `` Mortem!'' 
 
 A pause; silent intake. Awe. Fear. 
 
 `` Educ illos ad mortem!'' 
 

