The ships glided lower, breaking the flimsy cover of the clouds. Almost at once, they could see the top of a large Redloch blimp, roughly three times the length of their ship. Flames licked the side of the airship as it fought to maintain altitude, Steelshire artillery shells rising up to meet the large red target. Wordlessly, the ships shifted course, away from the friendly fire and lower towards a clearing in the land. "Get ready to fire, load the port guns!" The captain shouted.<br/><br/>Judas peered to the other ships, the cannons from the other ships portsides too, began to peek out. He waved, signalling the captains attention, "Lower, we need to dock first!" Getting a pieces down on the ground was his first priority, if they were hit down by friendly fire now, it would be all for naught. "We need to unload the Warpieces!" The captain nodded and the ship descended slowly, the first volley fired, punctured the sides of the armored platform.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>The ship rocked, causing Olivia to steady herself mid-step. She glanced back, as though to check on Max before continuing forward. She said nothing for the rest of their upward climb. The first thing which she saw was the color of red, wrapped in flames and smoke. The deck moved quite swift efficiency. She signaled the Bombardier to ready its mortar, the angles being calculated by a second sub-Shell inside the Warpiece.<br/><br/>"Stop!" Judas grabbed her by the shoulder, "What are you doing? Our people are down there!" The Bombardier lifted its cannon off the ground and rose back to its full height, commanded to remain on standby by Olivia's signal.<br/><br/>"I wasn't going to shoot." She shrugged his hand off and watched as they sunk lower and lower, towards the open field.