... And the cogs start turning.

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General Ricardo 'El Coyote' Alvarez, the captain of the infamous Havana, and a two time Hero of the Revolution was surrounded by armed guards. One of them carrying his .60 calibre pistol like a trophy to present to the conquering Libertonians, like they'd actually done anything.

It riled Alvarez, a month ago he'd personally led strikes into the heart of Liberty, burned capital ships under the Havana's guns... proud, free, and unrelenting...

To surrender without a fight... it was galling.

His eyes traveled to the gurney being pushed along with its extensive life-support devices whirring and beeping, trilling aloud that the Premier of the Coalition, the last true hope at any kind of evolution in Omega-52, was steadily dying.

The General knew why he was there, if there was a chance, even a slim one, he'd crawl into hell and back just to earn it.

He snapped off a Coalition Salute, "Admiral, I do formally surrender myself, unto your custody, as per the terms of my surrender."

Let them do their worst!

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