Captain Stanley Nelson - Prisoner of War

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--In the dark cargo hold of a Kusari Destroyer--

Nelson tensed as he heard the Kusri officer scrambling through the debris towards him, saw the blaster pistol aimed at his head, closed his eyes, and prepared for the end...

BANG

...Nelson cautiously opened his eyes. He was alive. Looking down, he saw the smouldering remains of his transponder lying in a heap on the ground. His last means of communication had been cut off. He heard the Kusari officer shouting some foreign orders to the 3 towering KNF soldiers, who suddenly seized him forcefully by the arms, and started to drag him away to a steel door at the edge of the cargo hold. Resistance was futile, and he allowed himself to be half-led, half-carried through the gloomy metal corridors of the Destroyer. Sparks from the cables and pipes which ran overhead offered the only light besides the torches of the soldiers; all power was clearly being re-routed to the Destroyer's massive guns, which Nelson could hear booming away outside. By the sounds of it the ship was bombarding New London itself - Nelson hung his head in shame. He had failed; failed to defend Bretonia, failed to protect the capital, failed even to save himself from falling into Kusari hands. Thown onto the cold, hard floor of a small holding cell in the ship's hold, there was nothing he could do but to wait, and hope...

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Sir Stanley Nelson




<span style="color:#000066">Charles Canning </span><span style="color:#000066"> Foreign Secretary</span>