Lying in the medic's tents after being sorely wounded to the right leg with a horrible gash
Dr. Mitsu Figaro and 98 tending to my wounds.
Suddenly, another call came over the aether. Caledon's Fire Chief, Qlippotic Projects, was overcome fighting off one of the remaining fires in Kittiwickshire. Against the protests of Dr. Mitsu and Lady Lavendar, I hobbled on my crutch over to my airship, 98 at my side. I was going to attempt a rescue airlift of my friend. Even if I hadn't felt a debt to Qli's father, Dr. Mason-Bloodwing, for his curing me and my babies from Vampyrism, I still would have made the attempt to save my dear and valiant friend. When we arrived in Kittiwickshire, the situation was worse then we expected. Qli lie unconscious by a roaring inferno. A crowd of onlookers stood by, greatly desirous to help, but unsure how. I lowered the craft dangerously close to the flames. 98 alighted from the craft, and with the aid of Sheriff Ortega, they managed to get Qli onto the airship, and secured her as best as they could. As her clay golem form was particularly heavy, it was decided that it would be unsafe to fly the craft with 98 also on board. He headed back to Tanglewood on horseback, while I flew back to Camp Cuddles II. We were close to camp, when Qli floated back into consciousness. She mumbled somtheing about overheating. I started to take the craft to a higher altitude at a faster speed, to cool her off, but as I was banking back down toward camp, the cables fastening her to the craft came loose. "I've failed", she bemoaned, just before she tumbled out of the craft. Too far above the trees to see where she fell, I landed the craft at camp, and we assembled a search party. Shortly after, we found her, encased in some device that apparently was restoring her "dermal layer", whatever that meant. Captain Vollmar explained it meant skin.
While Qli was reparing herself, another call came out over the aether. The Red Camp was under attack. Already weary from the battles earlier, and our wounds, we hurried over to Loch Avie. 98 and Captain Vollmar joined me on my airship, and we flew there, doing an aerial scout on the way over. When we arrived, we found the camp under similar conditions of damage as the Blue camp, but no aliens. Lord Edward took his bride and the Duchess Carntaigh on his large zeppelin to look for aliens, while we explored the camp, looking for more clues as to the nature of the attackers. There was another downed alien craft, and many flames. It was then that the aliens attacked again. We offered a fierce resistance, and chased the invaders into Victoria City. There a fierce firefight ensued, where the defenders...Reds and Blues together, fought entrenched to protect the Guvnah's Mansion. The invaders focused most of their attention on the Mansion and the square. Faithful Iontafa was shot out from under me, and I took a minor wound to my hand. Thankfully, her wounds were not as serious as I first feared, and she is recovering well at the stables. After what seemed to be forever, we finally ran them out of Victoria City.
But we had no respite. The call was out again. Eyre was under attack. The aliens were becoming more clever, and tougher than earlier. But Caledonians were becoming more organized as well, and in greater numbers. Nevertheless, we were being beaten down with wounds and battle-weariness. 98 took a life-threatening wound to the chest, which Dr. Mitsu was able to stop the bleeding. My left arm was broken when my other steed, Meán-Oíche, was knocked over by a blast. Blessedly, his wounds were not as serious as mine. It was finally determined that Medic Touma-san, 98, Shylah Garmes, and myself, needed to return to the medics tents in Tanglewood. There Dr. Mason arrived, and under somewhat safer conditions, he was able to finish the work Dr. Mitsu started. Weary, broken, and despondant, I stood watch, and lured away any wandering aliens that came too close to our camp.
Finally, unable to stand any longer, 98 and I returned to my estate in the Moors. The war continued long after I withdrew from the field of combat, and there were many valiant deeds performed by my fellow Caledonians, of which I was not a witness. Caledon's darkest hour was also its finest hour. Her citizens rose to the task of repelling the Martian invasion, united together against a common foe, despite their own differences. For one night, I saw what determined resolve can be found within the hearts of its citizens, when it came to the defense of the land we love so deeply. It was a night that brought us together as a country unlike any other time before. Long live Caledon! Long live Guv'nah Shang!