Yeah, you are.

Emerald Dragon watched in satisfaction as the Deathstorm Fleet was reduced majorly in size. Many of those who had been recruited by Beren surrendered, and some mercenaries had fled. The Sarav - her Sarav - were still going strong; the rough hundred she had started with was barely scratched. Maybe ten had died, including Scimitar and Ferran.
Abruptly, the buzz in the back of her mind that was Venomarin stopped.
A second later, the Kronans, Protectors and remaining mercenaries surrendered en masse.
"Round 'em up. Iceltai, take over. I'm headed for Scimitar's Pride."
"Got that, Dragon. Destroy the resistance?"
"Whatever. Dragonfire out."
She sped towards the Swordblade.

Newly reunited with his brother, Zanzibar was the happiest he could ever remember being.
There were few prisoners - Beren had preferred not to take captives. They freed them all and most of them left to claim ships from the abandoned hangars.
Finally, only two prisoners remained - Rroyvan and a young female Firenzev. She was striped orange and black, and wore a black jumpsuit.
"Zanzibar Sia?" she said quietly. "I am Jerrana Tikan. Are you going to Firen?"
"Uh ... "
"Yes," Rroyvan said with wicked humor. Zanzibar shot him a furious look.
"I guess so. If there's any shuttles left. Why?"
"Because I would go with you. None of the others go to Firen."
"I see. Well ... "
"You can come," Rroyvan said, making Zanzibar growl dangerously. Finally he nodded, although this female was very clearly making him uncomfortable.
Copper grinned at him before saying, "there is a Cloudstaff-class shuttle a few hangars down. I believe it's still there."
"Thanks. I think. Uh, let's go ..."

Saturn watched as the Venomstrike shuddered slightly, like a wounded animal. The Moonblaze powered on, passing every other ship, but the Vortex Crawler gained on her.
- Saturn. -
Her screens weren't working; they'd all gone blank Irritably she glanced at her main terminal.
Her name flickered there.
"What?"
- Turn back, Saturn! -
"Oh, no," she muttered. "You aren't doing this to me, Beren. Not this time."
- Beren is doing nothing, Saturn. I am not Beren. -
"So you say. Get lost - I'm not listening!"
The words vanished, and the engines cut out abruptly, slowing the slip. She cursed volatilely.
- Don't make me do this, Saturn. -
She didn't answer, rather flipping the screen off. The words remained, flickering dimly, as the ship coasted onward, carried forward by momentum.

Hey, we're almost finished here.*cries*