Commander Honor Harrington stood on the bridge of the ship. And she was not happy. "Damn Havenites come in with thinly disguised warships and beat the shit out of our allies? Not happening under my command!" She called out "Battle stations! The damn grav lance isn't going to fire itself! The torpedoes aren't going to launch on their own! Positions! Positions!" The torpedo tubes deployed as the Havenite "freighter" came closer...then shed its supply paneling, which was replaced by guns, guns, guns. "Fire a warning shot directly to the left!" Honor was tense with anticipation. As she expected, Haven wasn't going to let people take warning shots, so they shot forward at a ridiculous speed. "Grav lance... Now!" The blue beam of energy cut through the Haven ship's shields, but not before the Manticoran ship took heavy fire. "Damage control, do your magic. Everyone else, FIRE!" The Havenite ship was completely annihilated, but then the response came through the line: "Sorry, captain, but the ship's damage is uncontrollable. "Fuck," whispered Honor, as the ship exploded around her.