Talk:Prometheus Corporation Naval Fleet/@comment-32153758-20140511202232/@comment-24231515-20140518160717

Nightime, HXBS Ghost, after severe day of fighting, 

The mortar meshs and bulletproof glass was blown out. The front 14 inch was gone. Smaller batteries of guns were down. Tomahawks were in short  But the Ghost, was still alive knowing it did it's part shelling Prometheus surface ships. From it's ruined bridge, Spiritus sat there, holding a acoustic guitar, picking at a song. Unknown to him, sailors from his ship and the Prometheus were hearing this, do to this being broadcasted over an open channel.

Spiritus: Alright mates, we've come a long way, fighting the Prometheus. We win like surviors or we die like heroes.