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The Capitaine speaks to his men. "Ha! It worked! Do you hear that men? Help is on the way!"

He replies to the Captain of the Larket the only way he can. He shouts. "I would wait, Velucian." He spits the word, as if it were poison. "We sit at your mercy, but I will not beg. Do what you will with us." His men nod numbly in support.

(I would prefer Francs, if you don't mind.)
(Norway.)

*Reinforcements*
The subs race through the Barents Sea as the cruisers just enter it. They are far ahead, as they are far faster than the surface ships.