"Operation Titan Fall shall commence."
Alpheo's voice did not crack, even though he knew the meaning of those words. Everyday as he stared at these maps he came back more unsure than before, he knew the strength that would be required for such a plan, the sacrifice that would be deemed necessary.
The words fell upon the room like a heavy iron portcullis, sealing away the world of peace they had known only moments before. He looked at each of his commanders in turn, men who had bled for him and with him, men who had earned their seats through grit and cold steel rather than lineage. There was no better company he could have asked for as they prepared to dive headlong into the mouth of hell.
The legates exchanged glances, their eyes widening. Alpheo had kept the specifics of this plan close in this room; to hear it named was to realize that the theoretical had finally become the inevitable.
A bit of trepidation swam around.They all knew the odds.
