Martinique's Escape

[Les Salopards]

Chantal stormed through the halls of Martinique, everything suddenly in disarray. Tools, panels, and crates littered the hallways with Brigands running about in a panicked rush. She burst through the doors to her office, two of her guards and a Corse man waiting in front of her desk. Chantal sat down and faced the three. "Now tell me, what exactly did you see." She stared at the man, her gaze strong enough to kill an army. "Madame" The Corse man started, obviously not his first run in with the pirate. "There were more patrols around Nimes than normal." "And?" she cut in. "And" he continued "They were talking about getting the battleships ready. That something is in the nebula that needs to be eradicated." Chantal dropped her head. "Merde." One of the guards spoke up. "Madame, should we rally the bombers? It's a hard fight but we may be able to hold them off." Five second passed. Ten seconds passed. A minute passed before she spoke up. "No, the base is too weak at the moment. Even with the last of the extra hull getting put into place. We're moving." "Isn't it too early for that?" The Corse questioned. "Yes, but it's either that or lose it entirely. Ceser, thank you for your information. I'll call you once we're ready to go." "Of course Chantal, anything to help." The three left, Chantal booting up her comm terminal to send a message.

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