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All of a sudden the Gallic ships charged their jump drives and warped into the Manhattan system, bringing the Bretonians with them.
As they arrived to a designated coordinates, they found a fleet of nomad ships fighting with the local defence forces.
The Gallic ships and Bretonians all stopped and started at the Nomad fleets as it terrorized Manhattan and at that moment there was unity between all humans ... just like decades before.
As they started engaging them, it seemed that their numbers are countless, nomad ships just kept jumping in, the situation was hopeless.
Just when it seemed things couldn't get any worse, 5 Nomad Battleships began to land on Manhattan.
They had hacked the mooring and docking rings and were descending to the planet and the only way to stop them from further adding their numbers to the planet would be to blast the installations to pieces!
Suddenly, a fleet of the ships decloaks right in front of the nomads, suprisng them that way.
The fleet of ships turns out to be Kusari Exiles!
With more than a few holes in his ship, Jones managed to get into a pressure suit and put on a helmet as the effects of the burning pharma took hold over his body and played tricks on his mind.
"All Clear!" He yelled, oblivious to the titanic firefight going on
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