As Outcasts pounce on the alert alliance force. All watch in horror as their radars explode with new vessels, all bearing the Gallic Royal Navy insignia. For once in history there was a moment of peace between Crayterians, Maltese, and Bretonians. In awe of the horror about to befall them. Forgetting the hatred of each other in their hearts and replacing it with the dread of an encroaching warband of Royalists.
For this Event Crayterian, Bretonian, and Maltese forces will be fighting for each their own survival against the blackest pit of malice of humanity birthed by the Gallic Wars.
For those we left behind, so as I pray till death I lay