As the UNS Trinity of Solace blasted its naval guns and bombarded the battleships before its broadside, Vice Admiral Charlotte calmly stood in the bow of the capital battleships, holding a hanger with the fleet admiral's uniform.
She steadily observed the resulting destruction of the attempted encirclement brought about by the fleet of Terra. Her eyes narrowed as she thought it shouldn't take long before her fleet admiral arrives in front of her. And she was right.
Moments later, Abraham softly landed onto the bow of the UNS Trinity of Solace. His clothing brimmed with scratches and tainted by thick blood stains. He patted some dusts off his uniform and slowly turned his attention to Charlotte, bringing a smile on his face.
"Apologies for being a bit late, Charlotte. They were fairly more troublesome than I had previously expected." He uttered his apologies as he took steps forward to her direction.
