The frost air of early spring in the region that was once known as New York in Berengar's past life chilled the Austrian Marines to the bone as they gathered on the ramparts of their makeshift star fortress. In the trees, the Algonquin warriors hid, awaiting the signal to begin the attack on the pale skin's fortress.
It had been a week since the Austrian scouts reported the hostile movements of the local tribe; during this time, Honoria had set sail with the sailors beneath her command back to the fatherland to ferry more troops and supplies to the new world.
In doing so, she left the Austrian King and his Marines stranded on a continent that existed on the opposing side of the Atlantic. These men bravely stood within the confines of their star fortress, waiting for the day of the Algonquin attack.
