MRG|RNS-Acheron: Captain Y'berg, this is Captain Rupert Davies, formerly of the Gallic Royal Navy. I have 35 refugees from Leeds aboard.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: I am officially surrendering myself to the Bretonian Armed Forces. Please, direct me to where I need to go.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Copy, Davies. Show yourself.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: I'll accept your surrender.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: I left my crew on Leeds. Aside from the refugees I managed to get aboard, I'm alone and unarmed.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Does anyone followin' you?
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Negative. The RNS Sombre Destin intercepted, but let me go when I explained my intentions.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: They're not all involved in what's happening, but I couldn't stay. Not after that.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: I'll ask for orders, in the meanwhile, move to sector E-3
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Proceeding as ordered.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: move to sector E-3
MRG|RNS-Acheron: How could I have been so naive? They proclaimed themselves saviors of Leeds... and I believed them.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: That's propaganda for ya.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Never believe in kings and queens, kid.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Only your people. You did the right choice.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Bit late for that lesson, I'm afraid. The only Bretonian to serve in the GRN? I'll hang for sure.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Maybe not.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: And rightfully so. I may not have fired on Leeds, but I'm guilty by association.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: You're lower-class, right?
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Here's good.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: I was a laborer for BMM before the Gallic liber... invasion.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: To be free of my debts, to be given a position of respect and honour... it seemed a dream.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: They gave you order, purpose, right?
MRG|RNS-Acheron: They did. Now I wonder if they just saw me as their pet Bretonian. Give him a treat and watch him fight his own people.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: I know how you feel. I'm urchin-born, I was a no-one, before... this.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Holmfirth, hold fire. repeat, hold fire.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: HMS Holfirth, I have 35 refugees aboard, some with injuries. May I transfer them to you?
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Captain, may I get an update on what the hell is going on here?
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Captain Davies decided to surrender himself. He saved a couple people doing it.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: "Davies"?
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Yes, that one.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Right.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: So that's it? Just a surrender?
BAF|Lt.Cdr.Atwood: Might be not my business, captain.
BAF|Lt.Cdr.Atwood: But the enemy might be just laying a trap for us.
BAF|Lt.Cdr.Atwood: My gut feeling...
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Doubt so, sir.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: I can understand why you'd think that, but I'm done with them.
BAF|Lt.Cdr.Atwood: I hope so
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: The Captain is a Leeds resident.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: The bombardment of Leeds is a betrayal.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: And everything they did before was not? Huh.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: I can't be part of that, and I won't slink away into the borderworlds like a coward.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Despite everything, I'm a Bretonian still, and I'll face my fate like one.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: At least you had the balls to do as much.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: We were told of casualties. I'd be best to proceed with their transfer.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: The Captain told me that there are a crack in the Royal Navy.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Is that so?
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Killin' billions raises moral questions, who knew?
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Took them a while to start asking.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Aye, they're not all involved. The ones I encountered on my way out of Leeds let me go.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Them being?
MRG|RNS-Acheron: The RNS Sombre Destin, at least, has been allowing evacuation transports to dock, regardless of who operates them.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: And transfer the damn refugees already, McKinley.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Only 35. That's the most I could fit in this ship.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Fortunately, my crew was off the ship at the time and wasn't in a position to complain..
MRG|RNS-Acheron: I'm now the only one aboard.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: That simplifies a few things.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: So, what happens next? I'm prepared to turn over the ship intact and surrender myself as directed.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Yes, we will do that.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: No terms, of course. My surrender is unconditional.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: You will turn your ship over in London orbit. Have a good look at the fun your friends had, too.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Admiral, that's uncalled for.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: I was there, I saw... I participated. I wasn't there for the attack on the surface, though.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: What is uncalled for, captain?
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: *mumbles* Blue-blooded piece of...
BAF|Ens.Alex.Clarke: Arrived as fast as I could, Captain!
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Good, Clarke.
BAF|Ens.Alex.Clarke: What is the situation? What is this Gallic ship doing over here?
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Surrender.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Mister Davies, if you'd be so kind, set course towards Southampton. Or what's left of it anyway.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Boss, Clarke and I can handle it.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Fighter wing, keep a close formation as they move.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Moving as ordered.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Clarke, on me.
BAF|Ens.Alex.Clarke: Understood!.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Einzbern, Clarke, you will take point to New London. Our dear guest will follow. Y'berg, you go after him.
BAF|HMS-Resolution: XO: Resolution here, what is going on?
BAF|Ens.Alex.Clarke: Will do, keeping the guns ready in case he's trying something stupid.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: We have a defector, Resolution. We're bringing him in to London.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Just don't be trigger happy, kid.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Clarke, Einzbern, take point.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: I'm going to the next ring.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Keep moving.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Shall I proceed to New London?
BAF|Ens.Alex.Clarke: Alright, don't try anything stupid.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: That ship's long since sailed, Ensign.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Admiral, I want to talk with the Captain, after his surrender.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: You will have to ask whichever prison facility takes him in.
BAF|Ens.Alex.Clarke: Captain, will I be allowed to join?
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Acheron, begin the descent.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: I'll just ask Steiner, then.