Storm - World War Zero: Iron

"Abandon ship?" the first officer asked, eyes wide with terror.

"Hold the line," Thorne commanded, his voice raspy from inhaling coal dust. "If we break formation, the Prussian Walkers will tear the infantry to ribbons."

Through his periscope, Thorne saw them: the Stahlsturms . They were four-legged mechanical monstrosities, three stories tall, emerging from the chemical fog like prehistoric beasts made of riveted steel. Their heat-rays flickered, turning the raindrops into steam before they could hit the ground. The Storm Breaks World War Zero: Iron Storm

"No," Thorne said, drawing his flare gun. "We aren't a ship anymore. We’re a fortress."

Across the ridge, the remaining Allied landships saw the signal. They didn't retreat. Instead, they steered into one another, interlocking their iron plating and welding their hulls together in a desperate, makeshift wall of steel. "Abandon ship

High above, German zeppelins dropped canisters of liquefied oxygen. As they hit the ground, the temperature plummeted. Metal became brittle. The Leviathan’s treads groaned and snapped like dry twigs. The great landship groaned, tilting precariously as it ground to a halt. The Last Stand

"They’re deploying the ‘Cloud-Eaters’!" a lookout yelled. "We aren't a ship anymore

As the Prussian Walkers closed in, their heat-rays washing over the armor, Thorne stood atop the Leviathan . He wasn't just a soldier; he was a component in the greatest machine ever built. The Iron Storm raged on, but the line would hold—even if it had to turn into a monument of rust to do it.