Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28353678-20160615161336/@comment-24652012-20160616222440

The last chat ship, the flag ship, is completely surrounded. No hope of escape, no hope of fighting back. The Kig-yar begin to drain its shields. Every single gun on that vessel already has up to 40 other guns already pointed at them, waiting patiently for those shields to pop.