Jeremy stood upon the bridge of the Musashi passively observing the battle. It was to the point that he didn't really need to give orders anymore. All that was left was the "Clean up". His singular eye was cold, like a snakes. Jeremy had no remorse nor sympathy for these pirates. Only the Good lord knows how many suffered and died because of their Greed. Now they were experiencing justice for what did. Jeremy clasped his hands behind his back as the Pirate fighters continued to disappear in orange red blossoms of death. the light from their demise illuminating the bridge of the Musashi for scant moments before disappearing into oblivion.<br/><br/>Jeremy turned to his Executive Officer, Maria with a slight nodded. She stiffened up a bit and approached. "Yes, Captain?" She inquired. Jeremy never liked to yell as it made the part of his face that was mutilated wince in pain. "Once the battle is over, have Medical teams standing by to receive Wounded and have Search and Rescue teams scour the battlefield and find any survivors." He said simply. Maria Saluted and stepped away to continue her duties as another flash of light illuminated the Bridge sending long shadows across the Deck.