#Exteriorem Pirate Wars Lord Graves smiles grimly at the transmission. He had anticipated this, and had instilled in his men a fear of these AOS men. He had told them that there was a slaughter, and that the AOS didn't give them a chance to surrender. He said that they manipulated our own men to turn on each other, for their morbid amusement, and that they would try it again. His ships opened fire on the fleet. While outnumbering the enemy, they were more disciplined and had much better equipment. He turned to his right hand. "Captain Pelleon. Have the front ships ram the enemy. Have them destroy their own ships and board the AOS scum's ships. Then take our explosives and attach them to our torpedoes. We might be able to take out these Lerasian cowards once and for all." His brother nodded. I never liked him anyway. Graves thought. Too bad that he would lose so many ships. He had so much power. It was fine though. He would survive. That was what mattered. Graves turned his flagship around, and went full speed ahead with twenty of his strongest ships, escaping the battle while more than 90% of the people that trusted him died by the scores. And he smiled.