Britannia sat on The White Cliffs of Dover, leaning on her trident as she slept, dormant and placid as her massive form rises and falls with her breath. Suddenly her LED eyes flutter open, trouble was brewing on the continent, Britannia stood, yawning as she took her trident and shield, looking over the horizon "Right-O..." Britannia said straining her helmet, yawning again "Let's do this once more then."