Drawing closer to Tripoli, the scarred hull of the Marbella began to round the drydock along the downwards bay, the ship sliding into moor with ease. Despite months on the front in Bretonia, the ship remained in peak condition, an ode to the men on Casablanca.
With word reaching the ship's commander of the offensive in Sigma-17, the ship began for home for a small refit; weapons tuning, systems calibration, and a gift from the Commandant of Cretan Logistics: An aged RA-20 heavy warship cannon.
Despite centuries in storage, and having never left the prototype stage, the cannon remained in pristine condition, and with the ship's service during the war, was moved to Tripoli for fitting.
Mere hours passed before the ship began for the Malvada Cloud, the relic mounted to the fore end like a badge of honor. Now only stood before the Prince worthy adversaries, the mission statement beckoning him and his warboat to glory in the name of the Imperio.
