Admiral Breya gets a call from the UNS carrier Dublin
Admiral, it looks like the fleet is doomed. You've killed us all. Congratulations.
I don't want to be the repository of your last words, General Xinchub.
Oh, these aren't my last words. Before I die, I'm going to see to it that the political powers that put you in charge are all held accountable for you gross incompetence. If I know the media, your name will become anathema, and your family will become targets for every bereaved wacko and exiled powermonger in human space.
Admiral, Petey just transmitted to me a teraport sequence that will allow the fleet to escape. Shall I retransmit to the rest of the fleet?
*sigh*. . . The rest of the fleet doesn't have to include the Dublin, does it?
Only if you don't feel good about killing an entire carrier to be rid of the fat man.