Not at all put off, the Major talked into his communicator briefly, and then turned to those remaining in the room.
"I'm sceptical of the effectiveness of ground-to-space defence installations, and robotic soldiers are more of a liability than an asset. And Gran Canaria simply doesn't have the power infrastructure to support a planetary shield device, even if it was financially feasible."
"No matter what ballistic defences you put in place, it is much more important to have the manpower on the ground to protect them, and right now, we simply do not. A robotic battalion will be easily defeated by EMP weaponry systems, and it seems that Gallia has no lack the required technology to do so. They also greatly outnumber us when it comes to our infantry. Do not make the mistake of building defences that will be quickly overwhelmed and captured by a numerically-superior invading force, and then used against us to prevent us from gaining re-enforcements."
"Our priorities are to defend Port Canaria and the primary towns and settlements. If we spread our defences having to garrison isolated defensive installations, we will be able to hold nothing at all!"
"However, the fact remains. We are in desperate need more troops if we have any chance of mounting a reasonable defence. And I think I know where to find them. Now if you will all excuse me, I must go. There is no time to waste!"
He put on his hat, gave a quick salute, and then walked outside. He stepped into a waiting shuttle, which flew and docked with the ZDFS-Norfolk Island, which was hovering magnificently about a kilometre away. It's main engine ignited, and with a mighty roar, clearly audible from the Mansion, it sped off into the clear sky.
