The TF7 Las Vegas

[Total.Absolution]

Visible from the windows, a Liberty Dreadnought appears, although being comparable to a scrap ship. The command tower, sheared off. The front of the Dreadnought, mangled and twisted, bearing little resemblance to the ship it once was. The Engine plating panels, practically gone. The triple planted armor, now breached in some places. The upper deck itself was completely uninhabited, sealed off by bulkheads.


Pulling in between Socorro and the Las Vegas, the New Orleans' lower deck sparked to life, with several fighters launching to dock on the Las Vegas. Including them was an Upholder, one bearing marks of Commander Anders.


Anders walked in, followed by a loud rabble of the remnants of the crew of the New Orleans. Most wearing tattered Naval uniforms, including Anders. Now, the ship is more a base of operations for Anders and his mercenaries. Anders walks up to Alison, sitting down next to her and ordering a Liberty Ale, saying his quick greetings to several people he recognized along the way over.



"Lady, it's been too long."



He coughed and rubbed his face, which was rather unkempt itself. In truth, the kid looked like he had been to hell and back again.