As the High Magistrate entered Phos Prime's upper atmosphere, the small ship was being followed by a Terran Dreadnought, weapons unleashing hell on the small starfighter. However, Snow, having flown with Prescott's instructions, lead it into the crosshairs of the Pacific Sojourner.
"Fire!" Yelled out Michigan. His crew prompted unleashed a wide variety of asteroid busting lasers, and torpedos as the High Magistrate slipped by them, heading for medical district. As Snow swung around legions of jetpacked-soldiers aboard a Ampere-Class-Transport, joined the fight. Leading this unit, was Jesscott and Westcott. The two leapt from the transport followed by the other soldiers and landed atop the shieldless dreadnought. They cut their way inside and began their offensive to seize the dreadnought. However, Snow didn't leave the area empty handed. Prescott had jumped aboard, and the two rushed to Mecha, hoping to turn the tide of this battle.
"Are you sure about this?" Asked Snow as Prescott rushed off the ship and into the saucer of the Spirit of Freedom. "Yes! If she'll fly, I'll drop her atop the biggests dreadnought! This can work!" Tugs and the High Magistate go the Spirit of Freedom into the atmosphere, even if just barely, but Prescott, fully armored in his C-Plutonium suit of armor, limped the ship Phos Prime. As he identified the biggest dreadnought in atmosphere, he disconnected the tetherline and used the impulse engine to get the ship though the atmosphere. As the overly cocky leader of the Terran forces pushed his dreadnought closer to the capital city of Phos Prime, only for the Spirit of Freedom to plunge from the atmosphere, and opened fire her entire arsenal at him. Needing no braking power, Prescott opened fire while every automated system the ship had before ejecting allowing the Spirit of Freedom to slam into the dreadnought, bringing it down.
Activating his thrusterpack, Prescott hovered above the area, the coal-dust black armor with it's crimson, red-hot V-shaped visor stood out amongst the teal sky and fluffly clouds. However, it was becoming clear, the Terrans wouldn't surrender, especially not to those they wanted to subjugate. That, to Prescott, didn't matter. Armed with his volcanic-breath, magnesium-ion shotgun, he would make sure they paid for every inch of land they wanted to seize. As the other Scotts joined him planetside, having destroyed the other dreadnought, they quickly turned the tide of the ground battle. While the Terrans were better in space, the Phosians, were better on the ground.
White hot spreads of magnesium sharpnel ripped Terrans apart like they were made of butter, and their armor made of paper. Prescott racked a new magnesium cartridge into the shotgun, blasting back the Terran forces from their capital, New Klondike. The city hadn't seen war like this since the days when Snow used to be their enemy. However, the Terrans, getting wind of their ground-battle upset, ordered all forces to retreat to their ships. Without any true threats to their fleet, the order was given by the Terran Chancellor to bombard the city. As lasers rained down, Tresscott and Dr. Brawn had city wide shield generators up, but the strain of bombardment forced the Coalition to formally surrender, despite driving forces off the ground.