The frigate isn't running away, as should have been obvious by it turning towards the Velucian ship. As its Capitaine had planned, the frigate plows into the side of the destroyer, as they took no action to avoid it.

The Capitaine smiles as his ship embeds itself in the side of the Velucian ship. "Quartermaster, it is up to you now."

The Quartermaster leads half a dozen naval enlisted men with rifles onto the deck of the destroyer.


*Calais, France*
Fleet Command in Calais scrambled after receiving a transponder signal from the frigate they lost contact with. Knowing what they frigate's mission was, they feared the worst. Two Alcyon-Class subs race from the port at flank speed, heading north. They are followed shortly by a trio of cruisers: a Duquesne-Class, a Spectre-Class, and a Fusée-Class.