A massive Osiris class battleship slowly orbits Tripoli shipyard. The general quarters alarm rings throughout the ship, All hands to general quarters. All hands to general quarters.
A tall dark man with a grey overflowing beard sits on the bridge brooding, Tactical, bring all guns online.
A young Corasair fresh out of high school nods quickly, his nerves fast becoming settled on his recent promotion to tactical bridge officer, Aye aye Captain all guns online.
The ship slows and turns its broadside towards Crete. The dark brooding man who is Captain James announces softly, Fire all guns.
The young ensign nods once quickly, Aye aye Captain. Firing all guns.
The massive firepower of The Gentlemens Loser lashes out into space. A small path is carved into the debris field for a brief time. Asteroids and bits of junk vaporize and melt. The barrage lasts for barely 3 seconds and ends.
Captain James presses his ships com button, Today a Brother has died. Let us commend his body to the deep. For we are born from it and we shall surely all return to it. Good journey to you Brother Alexander. GodSpeed.
The old man turns back to his bridge crew, Secure from general quarters and make ready to dock for repairs at Tripoli.
The ship is silent for a time as the crew remembers Brother Alexander and all Brothers who have finally lost the great fight. Soon they return to their duties and the huge ship begins its final approach.
