Prince Alexander Herald von Triesenberg was the fourth prince of the Empire of Triesenberg who was banished from the Empire of Triesenberg for the crime that he didn’t commit. On their way to the island where he would be banished, a powerful storm swept through and sank the ship. Alexander drowned and at the moment, he thought he died from drowning. However, when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the shore of a sandy beach and a floating interface before his eyes.
He quickly raised his hand, signaling his warriors to regroup. The Matalebe, though fierce and skilled in close combat, were not equipped to face a well-armed, organized military force head-on, especially not one as formidable as the Votswana Colonial Army.
The leader knew they had to make a swift decision.
"Prepare to fall back!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the noise of the burning outpost and the murmurs of his men.
Suddenly, the sound of a low rumble filled the air, growing louder with each passing second. The leader of the Matalebe warriors froze, his eyes widening as he looked up at the sky. The rumble grew into a deafening roar, and then he saw them—aircraft, four of them, slicing through the sky with menacing speed.
"Take cover!" he shouted, but his voice was drowned out by the ear-splitting noise of the planes. The Matalebe warriors scrambled some diving for cover among the rocks, others standing in stunned disbelief.