Apocalypse

[Ramke]

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And so the ship continued its course towards Ile de France, now with different intentions. An hour later, the now-Council-controlled destroyer had reached Tau-53, however not all was calm. With panic over communications and Council operatives attempting to use the on-board announcer system to shout orders to lay down arms and cease fighting, it was clear that combat was still happening throughout the ship, and not in the Council's favour. The Conceillard behind the comms console was frequently grunting in frustration, with static or silence becoming increasingly more common as he attempted to check in with his colleagues.

The rest of the captives, the survivors of the firefight including the captain and duchess, were huddled into a corner. No-one dared attract their captor's attention, lest they wanted to share Léon's fate. Claire in particular could barely get a hold of herself, still whimpering after seeing her aide and friend murdered.

Just a few minutes after the ship had plotted course in the Tau-53 system, the metal door leading to the exit of the bridge slid open.

A man in officer uniform came forward, followed by a group of 4-5 soldiers in full Marine gear, most likely taken from the armoury as soon as the fighting started. They took cover immediately, and set their gun sights on the Council operatives further in the bridge.

"Conseillards! Halt this ship immediately, and surrender. You may still live before we bring you to the Guillotines in New Paris." he announced, attracting everyone's attention. The man glimpsed across the room, seeing bodies littered in one corner, captives in the other. The captain caught his eye. "Well capitaine, I expect a promotion!" he said, before ducking in reflex as a shot went flying directly at him.

The rest of the terrorists quickly drew their guns, taking cover. It didn't take long for shots to start flying once again throughout the bridge, making the captive technical engineer nearly weep at the amount of work he will be looking forward to after all of this is over.

Given the sheer advantage the royalists had with full combat gear from the armoury, the combat didn't last long. The last few were well entrenched, so one of the soldiers decided to grab a grenade and quickly toss it at their cover.

"You idiots! We still need to fly this ship!" the capitaine yelled to no avail, as a loud bang quickly put the last of the Council operatives to rest.

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