"Hey, did you hear? Red Lightning's in town."

Near the docks, the seedy bar full of scum, scoundrel and miscreants went unusually silent for a few moments, the utter silence kept at bay by the seemingly clueless musician playing his accordion in a corner of the pub. The low muttering resumed as pirates, rebels, and bandits picked back up their conversations of unsavory business deals, murders, thefts and other acts of crime and random violence.

"Wonder what he's after?"
"Probably something big."
"Any big bounties come in to the island recently?"

The musician played a sour note and was subsequently booed off stage. He paid the barkeep for his room as well as the bar's share of his earnings.
"I'm leaving today, my ship's come in. It's been a pleasure doing business with you," the musician said expressionlessly.
The barkeep grunted, "You were a lousy performer anyways."
The musician smiled, that was the best compliment he's had all day. The musician went to his room and began packing his stuff, filling one massive wheeled trunk that was mostly taken up by his equipment and musical instruments. Another case stood by the side, a bass case. "Well, Handel," the musician said to himself, "it seems they've caught up to you." He took one long look at his marine commander's jacket before putting it away and, binding the bass case to the trunk, he dragged the setup out of the bar while a disgruntled pirate threw some food at him for his previous shoddy performance.

Handel thought that Marine HQ must have a sense of irony, sending a previous subordinate to capture him. Handel had known Captain John Ricden, as Lt. Commander Ricden, before he got the moniker of Red Lightning. Handel had been Commander then, but that was all in the past when he still believed in Absolute Justice. He made his way to the docks. He had to find a ship that would take him away inconspicuously and avoid marines. Maybe a harmless merchant's vessel.