War of the Worlds: Goliath Page #3

No, of course you wouldn't. Please

accept my apology.

Why don't you hate the British?

From what I hear, your people were

living in palaces

when the Brits were in caves.

Now you're a colony.

They own your asses

and treat you like you

were savages.

As Shakespeare said, 'There is no

darkness but ignorance.'

Shakespeare... Where'd you

learn that?

Oxford.

How did a 'wog', no offense,

get to Oxford?

I used to be a prince. My family

disowned me for joining A.R.E.S.

I know how that feels.

My brother...

Wanted you to steal weapons for the

Fenians to use against the British.

You knew?

I saw you leave the bar the other

night and guessed the rest.

You didn't report me?

No. I trusted you.

Then I checked the inventory to see

if any weapons were missing.

You did the right thing, Patrick.

Coffee?

Thanks. What are you smiling about?

Tomorrow.

You actually look forward

to battle?

A four hundred knot dive out of the

sun... Guns blazing at the enemy...

For me it is better than schnapps!

I think you're a little

crazy, Manfred.

I think I have to be.

I wish I were more like you, my

friend.

We are not so different. Except I

carry only my own life in my plane.

You... You carry the lives of

your crew.

Get some sleep.

Tomorrow we find our destiny, ya?

General, we have contact.

Nine Martian aircraft bearing sixty

degrees north by northwest.

Hundred and twenty five miles out

and closing.

Battle stations.

Launch all fighters.

Stormcrows, head 26 degrees

north northwest.

We must protect the Leviathan.

Nothing gets through us.

Remember, your heat rays will need a

three minute recharge after firing, so

rely on your rockets and

machine guns.

Good hunting.

Valkyries, on me!

Stormcrows! Maintain formation.

Here they come!

Break! Break!

Where is he?

I can't see him!

Got him!

Bank hard left.

There are too many!

Where the hell is Richthofen?

I'm hit! I'm hit!

They are heading for

the Leviathan.

Targeting. Bearing 33 degrees.

Richthofen!

Leaving the dance early, ya?

It's just you and me, Fraulein.

Come on, come on... Charge!

Report.

We lost three valkyries and seven

stormcrows.

Seven Martian craft are confirmed

down.

The last two broke off their

attack and ran home.

They are faster than we are.

But we turn quicker.

Sir, just gotten word of 15 tripods

supported by a dozen Martian wings

driving towards Albuquerque.

Move to intercept. I want Scouts

dropped down behind them

to monitor their approach.

You can grieve for your dead later.

We'll need you in the air.

Gentlemen, we will place our heaviest

tripods in a line...

Below that low ridge.

The rest will deploy with all ground

troops and the militia here

on both sides of the canyon.

The Leviathan will take up stations

in the clouds above us.

With any luck, we will catch the

invaders in a killing box.

Someone put that fire out!

Get him out of there!

General... There weren't fifteen.

There were only twelve.

Those three tripods are somewhere.

If they outflank us...

Take the Beowulf and three Scouts.

Find them.

Yes, sir.

And get this man to a doctor.

Let's look sharp. They must

be close.

I think dividing our forces

was a dumb idea.

I don't remember anybody caring

what you thought, O'Brien.

Those creatures could be anywhere.

Sir, it's a trap!

Scouts! Pull back!

Goliath! Beowulf! Fire at will!

Locked on target.

Abe, let them have it!

Yes, sir!

Take evasive action, Beowulf!

No!

Fire all weapons. Give them

everything we've got.

Where are the others?

These creatures always move

in threes.

We're losing hydraulics!

Brace for impact!

I need that heat ray!

Weapon systems report!

The heat ray's gone to hell.

We're blind.

I've got no power here, Captain.

Abe! Status report.

I've got no movement

and no shot.

Maybe we'll get lucky...

That thing is on the move.

Abe, can you sight on him?

I've got a shot.

Take it!

You got him!

All dead, Captain.

They were good men.

It's just a scratch. I'm okay.

We've got to move out.

We should bury the Beowulf's

crew.

There is no time.

If we stay with the Goliath, we'll

have a better chance of being found.

Our mission is to find those

remaining tripods.

That is what I intend to do.

On foot? No thanks. I didn't join

A.R.E.S. to be in the bloody infantry.

You either follow orders...

Or what?

You're going to shoot me?

Yes.

I think it's dead.

Yeah. I just like to see 'em

bleed!

If there are anymore around,

they'll hear you.

Thank you.

Your squad saved us.

Ain't no more squad... Except me.

Hope your sorry asses were

worth it.

Where are you going?

To kill me some more tripods.

You know where they are?

Hell, I know where them

bastards live.

After they burnt out Espanola

and blowed up my wife...

I joined that militia...

They thought they got my Lucy, oh

no no no, I fooled 'em good.

Er... How'd you do that?

Huh...? I found a piece of her.

See?

You see what's leading us...

The man's out of his bleeding mind.

He's keeping his dead wife's

finger around his neck.

You ever in love, O'Brien?

Dozens of times.

Anyone ever tell you,

you don't know sh*t?

What'd I say?

Abe wasn't talking about lust.

He was talking about love.

What's the difference?

It's the other tripod. Looks like it's

guarding some sort of power plant.

You thinking of storming

the castle, Captain...

With one heat ray

and a pea shooter?

They're here for a reason.

We need to get inside.

Are you nuts... Sir?

How the hell are we going

to do that?

My guess is you're gonna be

needing a distraction.

We'll find another way.

Lucy and me both know there is

no other way.

What's that?

Lucy says it was good meeting you.

Even if you are a damn limey.

Now what?

We wait... For his signal.

The emergency transponder.

The Martians seem to know when

we're coming.

I'm changing the frequency. Hopefully

they won't be monitoring them.

And hopefully the

Leviathan will.

Okay you slimy sons-of-b*tches,

here I come!

Let's go.

That's one crazy cowboy.

I'm comin' home, honey.

I'm comin' home.

Strange place...

Tell me about it.

Shah. You, Jennifer and Abe

follow that thing

see if you can help that woman.

You have the satchel charge?

That I do.

Take care of yourself.

You too.

You two have something going?

It's none of your business.

Just trying to make conversation.

Monsters.

Let's get them out of the

cages first.

You pitch. I'll catch.

What the hell is that?

No idea but it can't be good.

Just great. We built our power plants

based on their technologies

now they move right in and make

anything they want.

One satchel charge in this place

is not gonna mean much.

It will if it blows in their

control room.

Hurry.

Those things smell like a pub

toilet on a Sunday morning.

They probably say the same about us.

C'mon.

We're here.

Cap... I just... I mean...

I know I...

I'm sorry about being such an ass.

You're an Irishman... You can't

help yourself.

Just kidding.

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