The wreckage of the sunken destroyer was scattered across the sea, utterly obliterated by the saturated bombardment. In some unhealthy game, it would definitely count as the kind of catastrophic damage that left nothing covered.
Russell imagined the scene and raised his middle finger at the aliens across from him. What a bunch of animals, doing something so utterly insane to an elementary schooler.
He swept his gaze across the battlefield and found that both America's destroyers and the aliens' scout ships had maintained an eerie calm.
The enemy did not move, so neither did they. Without outside interference, they could keep this up all day!
The outside interference curled his lip. Judging from the alien scout ships' designs and the situation at hand, he decided this was the plot of a super-battleship movie.
Russell remembered the film American Navy Saves the World vividly. The special effects were one reason, but the most important lesson was the value of knowing a foreign language.
If you did not know a foreign language, you would end up like the aliens from Planet G, meeting a dismal end.
The aliens arrived on Earth, activated a defensive barrier, cut off city traffic and communications, seized a satellite data station to transmit a signal to their homeworld, and went to war with the American Navy...
Looking over this chain of events, it was not hard to see that the entire disaster stemmed from a lack of communication!
The aliens from Planet G had followed a signal to Earth. Their communications vessel collided with an artificial satellite and crashed, while the other four fell into the Pacific Ocean and, in a ridiculously melodramatic twist, ran into a joint naval exercise involving America's Carrier Strike Group.
Seeing several combat units approach, the Planet G aliens panicked and