Six years of fighting had taken its toll on the soldiers, six years of hardship and toil. Fighting a strange war in stranger lands, against an unknown enemy. They had set up camp in a forest, not far from where the supposed enemy was hiding, the cold was bitter and biting. In the soldiers hands were weapons which they were unfamiliar with, in an attempt to combat the enemy’s technological upper hand. The weapons were a curious design, a shiny brass barrel which was inset into a hunk of wood, no care had been taken on detail. It was clear they were manufactured urgently. The soldiers shuffled around, trying to fight off the chill, when word of an approaching enemy spread like wildfire amongst the outpost. Claims of flying ships and mechanical monstrosities powered by steam. Almost as soon as the news had spread there was a horrible, creaking mechanical sound in the distance. Immediately, the mad rush to get in position began. In the distance, the menacing outline of an airship armada had appeared.