Burke sat in a meeting room across from the highest-ranking officer of the Alliance Police in the Etania System.
The man was an old acquaintance by the name of Hartel Beniel. When Burke and Doyle had just been starting out, he had still only been at the rank of lieutenant, but now he was a commander.
"I'm guess that things are not looking very good for me, are they?" Burke said with his head drooping.
His normally slicked back black hair was currently a horrible mess, and his orange eyes that usually had a clear strength to them were surrounded by black circles and devoid of life.
"I wish I could sugarcoat it, but yes, Doyle has caused a bigger mess than you can hope to clean up this time. I've sent out some of my troops deal with the aftermath of the battle. From what I've heard, nearly all of the ships that your partner took with him have been destroyed or went missing. Same with the personnel. They all died or fled. Miraculously, the only one still alive is Doyle himself."
