The missiles were mere dust to the unrelenting wind. The missiles flew back to their owners, soon all that was left of the jets was the memory of a two huge explosions and a bunch of debris now in the area.<br/><br/>The commander blinked from his comfy chair, he suspected no less. He gave out a sigh, he was not sure if he was fighting a lost battle or if he was fighting Death itself. He patiently waited for the screen to return to it's normal wall form before he stood up. He walked outside onto the docking bay, hands behind his back, a orderly formation was assigned to all the troops, they now stood in front of him, a line of at least a couple thousand strong. He started assigning jobs for each group of individuals.