Reviving the Proton

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Weeks passed by, progress was slow. The extent of the damage to the ship was higher than Mc Cormack had anticipated, yet worth it in his eyes. The vessel that had the callsign of Proton was one with age.

A D5-2A "Ranseur" Outcast Dreadnought, it was the largest vessel Molly's ever flew.
It was also a gigantic waste of resources for a group that was struggling in their fight against the Corsairs.
Utterly useless in the asteroid fields of the Omega systems, the ship often was a simple meat shield for the snubcraft escorting it to use as cover and for the enemy to concentrate fire on.

This and the various other Outcast ships the Molly's used were thanks to the Union of Gold, the previous ruling Molly government. They were all de-commissioned with the fall of the Union and the birth of the Molly Republic.
It was deemed that the vessels simply were not worth the resources it took to maintain them.

The Proton was one of the last vessels to be salvaged, with the other destroyers, battleships and dreadnoughts already nearly finished being torn apart.
As a result, the ship's overall shape has not changed, with the outside hull only starting to be taken apart when Mc Cormack found out about it.

Circling the vast wreck, Sean took Mc Cormack on a 'grand ol tour of the junk' as he called it. It didn't look good in Mc Cormack's eyes.

"Well Sean, that looks dire"

The Mechanic craned his neck to talk to the captain, the ship engines' roar making it hard to hear him.

"Aye it may look like that lad but she's in better shape than the other ones"

The Proton sat off to the right of Sean's vessel. The outer hull had been torn open at several parts but nowhere critical.

"Will it ever fly?"

"Well lad, that's up to them Unioner 'uns. Just make sure they don't install any of that fancy rheinland junk, it's hard to get pieces fer it over here."

"I'll make a note about that."

Turning away from the cockpit viewport, Mc Cormack flicked a switch on his uniform's comm system.

"Gaelic, get in position"

The system buzzed back some static before an answer came.

"Yessir, we're takin' her in now. O'Brian out."

Flicking the switch back, the captain turned back to Sean and said with a grimace

"Well we'll find out how strong that hull is in a moment anyway."

Looking out of the viewport, a Scylla Destroyer could be seen slowly moving towards the wrecks hulking form.

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