Fleet Admiral Nelson signed off the remainder of his paperwork for the day and ushered in Captain Hobart who had been waiting outside his office, aboard the mobile Flagship HMS Pendragon, currently in orbit around Planet Leeds.
"Sir" Hobart saluted smartly.
"At ease Captain." replied Nelson. He stood up, reached forwards and clicked open a long black case sitting on his desk. Inside lay a silver-plated steel officers sword and a pair of Commodore's insignia; gold epaulettes with crown, two stars and anchor. "You've earned this promotion Hobart. I'm entrusting you with command of the Derby 1st Battlefleet."
"Sir....I, thank you....I won't let you down Sir!" stammered a shocked Hobart upon receipt of this unexpected honour.
"I certainly hope not. I am depending on you to hold the line against the Kusari."
"I will defend Leeds to the last man sir."
"Good. Now, you'd better get to the Derby, the Flag Captain will be awaiting your arrival. Good luck, Commodore." Nelson saluted. Hobart returned the salute and marched swiftly out of the office to his ship.
When he had left, Nelson turned to the wall behind his desk and stared for a moment at the photograph of himself as a Commodore of the Suffolk Battlefleet. Hobart was an extremely talented young officer and Nelson was confident that he would excel in his new role. He only hoped the man would not be overwhelmed by the sheer force of the gathering Kusari offensive.
Sir Stanley Nelson <span style="color:#000066">Charles Canning </span><span style="color:#000066"> Foreign Secretary</span>