[TheRaisin]

Abe stood talking and laughing with Munch on the platform as the next trainfull of Muds came in.
"....a Slave Welfare Commitee in the Cartel! Ha! These guys are so gullible! Ah-hahahahaha!"
Unknown to the depressed Mudokon slaves arriving by the thousands, Feeco Depot No. 81 had been under rebel control for over a week. In that time, most of the Gluk factories had already sent their employees away, doubting the legitimacy of this Slave Welfare Committee, but too scared of being shut down and losing money to disobey or question their authority. The various resistances, now simply going by the name The Rebellion after their amalgamation, had known this and used it to their advantage.
As the first gloomy Mudokon scrub got off the train, his eyes widened in awe at seeing the huge mass of free Mudokons, having expected just another soulless Glukkon machine. Abe approached and, shaking his hand, said:
"Welcome to freedom."

After another few days, the last group of Mudokons arrived, and were quickly armed and trained, then joined their brethren. One of the 96 ships had been preordained specifically as a troop transport, as it had the largest number of blimps. The blimps had been stripped of most of their weapons, which had been sent to the other ships to make their blimps even more potent, leaving only the bare minimum for self defense, leaving a maximum of space for troops. All the Mudokons not serving on one of the other ships were given a bunk on this transport ship, now named The Deliverer, as a sort of reserve force in case something happened to the air forces. Finally, after several days of preparation, trans-ship shuttling, and organizing, the vast fleet, each ship now with it's own name, set off towards their designated points of attack.

The Liberty, Abe's ship, moved directly over the first cluster of anti-aircraft guns. They hadn't so much as turned in the direction of the Vykker ship, or hailed it. It was like a bodyguard walking into a building and assassinating the person he was supposed to guard: so commonplace, so inconspicuous, that the fates of the Glukkons were already sealed. The Liberty's armada of blimps deployed, each trio closing in on a different gun cluster, and still no alarms were raised. A more intelligent Glukkon businessman might have been suspicious, but since all the factories were closed down temporarily, the only people there were moronic slig guards. By the time they realized what was happening, it was too late.
A volley of missiles streaked downward from the massive floating fortress, turning at sharp angles just meters above the ground to hone in on their individual targets. At the same time, the blimps unleashed a punishing salvo of combined ballistics, energy weapons, and small rockets. A few quick sligs managed to get to the guns and fire before they were incinerated, but they foolishly focused on the closer threat, the blimps, and only a few were lost. Then, before a minute had passed, it was over: the guns were destroyed. Now they focused their fire on the towering factories, the lab releasing blazing bolts of energy, the blimps firing combinations of weaponry. Within a few hours the whole industrial city was reduced to a gigantic smoldering crater, every last building blown apart or crushed by rubble. Abe knew without even listening to the incoming comlink reports that the same thing was happening all over the continent. Just as dawn began to break, they received a message from the corporate headquarters of the Magog Cartel. It said simply:
"We surrender."