An upwelling of energy surged along the red terrain. Lightning flashed across the sky, unleashing voluminous bursts of thunder echoing endlessly, wave after wave of rumble and reverberation. The ground swayed and quaked in rhythm to the rumble.
Particles of dust funneled into clouds of electrostatic matter, whipping charged streams of plasma into bolts of lightning. The roar was deafening. Hundreds of men huddled in the safety of cargo pods and waited for it to end.
Vagaries of weather entreated them to draconian examples of Martian nature. Though endlessly hostile, Mars was a better fate than death; than being imprisoned after losing the Moon Wars.
They still had weapons, men willing to fight, fuel, and the most advanced spaceships ever built. And they vowed revenge.
“Atlantians, prepare for battle! Future generations will long remember us, the Princes of Mars, and carry our fight beyond the stars! Atlantians! To your ships!”