The capture of BPA finest, Superintendant Hone. Now in Chains! Again...

[Marcus]

Charles dismissed Carter and walked over to the prone officer. Bending down he pushed the man over onto his back, looking for any identifying marks. Searching he pulled out the mans badge, brushing off the marks on it to make out the name.

"Superintendent Hone are ye...? So it was ye that were commanding the Overwatch. Which means that..."

He slammed a fist in.

"...you wrecked my ship."

He stood up and motioned the two guards next to him to pick up Hone and began to walk back in the direction he came. He sighed and looked up at the wrecked hull of the Revolution, Charles' flagship cruiser, noting several jagged scars alongside the dorsal plates spanning a few decks each. He's barely been able to avoid complete destruction as his ship had lost power, drifting, as the Bretonian destroyer Overwatch had mercilessly tore into the hull while he desperately attempted to avoid fire. I was sheer fortune that the rest of the Molly task force had managed to draw fire away from him and win the battle.
He trudged up the gangway into the ship, the guards dragging Hone between them, and walked towards the brig dodging repair crews. The forward section containing most of the facilities had remained fairly intact where the engine section had shielded it more the worst of the fire.

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