1898 Balkan Ave. Water Front District
Republic Of Bahn-Rah
August 1st, 1966.
City of Besra'el. Formerly Constantinople.
1:13 PM, Three Days after “Contact”
The road to the harbor was packed with refugees and civilians fleeing the country from as far out as Huma. Many were headed overseas to the Americas, and still many more were turning towards Sparta, which had yet to mobilize troops along the border. Helen found herself amid throngs of fleeing civilians. Men, women and children. Rich and poor; devout faithful and otherwise all mingled into one massive sojourn out of the crowded city centers towards the harbor.
As the sweet sea air filled her nostrils, Helen thought about Thomas, who was still in the city with his father tracking the enemy threat. Trying to rescue his friend. To keep her sad mind occupied, she started asking passing refugees their story. Many people were in rush hour three days before, but regardless it didn’t matter. The larger alien ship had landed along the Dead Sea coast near Iran just hours after Thomas told her to get to Sparta with haste.
She spotted a small ship. A modern steamer with two large funnels and an aerodynamic frame. The steamer had a name across her bow. It was called “Al-Salaam.” As she boarded the ship, she heard her name from behind, and turned to greet the disembodied voice. Her husband was standing amidst the crowd, as she boarded the ship. He was attempting to gain past people to get to her, but the crowd got thicker and thicker. So many people hoping to get to safety, presuming a war in the country was on the headway.
There were ships of sizes all along the bay. Small fishing trawlers, large steamers; and still larger tankers belonging to the different powers on planet. Specifically Sparta and the Normans. The once bustling harbor spoke up as small steamers came and went. Thomas watched horrified as he saw something in the distance. A large tripod of sorts standing as tall as a three story house. The large tripod moved along the bay towards Helen’s steamer. Sensing no harm could come from the tripod, Thomas continued shouting his wife’s name over the crowd and seagulls. Fog horns and whistles.
Thomas noticed the silver, alien looking tripod moving towards the steamer and found it to be escorted by two Spartan destroyers. He continued calling out Helen’s name, as the Al-Salaam raised her fog horn, and the gangplank was pulled up. He and Helen caught eyes, watching each other as the ship slowly pulled away from the pier with the aid of a tug. As Thomas gazed blindly at his wife, she was rushed away from the deck by two soldiers who recognized her instantly.
Thomas watched the Al-Salaam move slowly towards the Mediterranean Sea and the Spartan ships and unknown Tripod. As he watched the tripod and its escorting ships part with the Al-Salaam, he Spotted the alien ship bearing down on the steamer. Along the gulf towards the lighthouse where Al-Salaam would part ways with Bahn-Rah; stood the alien ship and still one more hovering ship. Both alien ships were the size of super carriers and hovered just above the water, spotting the steamer. Between them sat the battleship Turkiye. The Turkiye spotted the alien ships bearing down on the steamer and altered her course.
To Thomas’s bewilderment, the Turkiye swung about with a loud woosh of spray and swiveled her turrets towards the alien ships. She fired her fog horn at the closest alien ship, and launched a volley from her forward turrets at it. The volley of three blasts hit the aliens by surprise as the first ship flailed about and the second turned around, diving into the waters. As Thomas watched, the Turkiye sped ahead to meet up with the Al-Salaam as Thomas and the many people on the harbor watched.
People began to cheer as the second alien ship lifted next to the Turkiye, in an incoming wave; and the Turkiye sped in front of it, spraying steam from her rear wake. Sensing the victory over the first alien ship, the Turkiye fired her cruise missile at the alien ship as it focused its attention on the steamer. Just as the alien ship buckled under the weight of missile blast, the remaining alien ship focused its attention on the Turkiye.
The Turkiye’s rear guns focused on the remaining alien ship to reenact the same outcome; as people to the shock of Thomas, started to wail and shout. “Come on Turkiye! Come on Turkiye!” unhearing and oblivious to the shouts of the people on the harbor, the Turkiye fired her last round at the alien ship just as the tripod and her Spartan escort reversed to meet her. As the Turkiye idled, reloading her rounds; the alien ship fired a green ray at her. A heat ray of sorts that melted her heart. The ships sank amidst the wreckage of the alien ship she conquered. Just as the Al-Salaam reached the horizon and safety.
The Spartan destroyers moved rapidly, as the alien ship dove into the waters, so deep that depth charges and torpedoes could not reach it. She didn’t resurface even as the Spartans and the tripod with them focused on the waters. Just as all hope was lost; the alien ship resurfaced behind them and flew upwards towards the skies and south towards Huma.