In council assembled

[Agmen of Eladesor]

Max looked at Varus.

"No threat to the fleet," he said quietly.

There was silence in the chamber for a moment. Max continued, and the flatness of his voice as he started speaking showed how strongly he was working to keep his anger in check at that moment.

"I have to accept a certain amount of responsibility for this, my fellow Guildmasters. I took over the Guild after the Exalted Guildmaster George Graves had his health issues. I was determined to follow not only his plans for the future of the Guild, but to expand upon them. It appears that one of those plans that was expanded upon was the hiring of the handicapped."

The tenor of Max' voice changed from flat to pure anger.

"There appears to be no other explanation why someone who was in command of a fleet numbering forty Mako battleships, fifty two Bullhead battlecruisers, sixty four Thresher destroyers, seventy five Orca gunboats, one hundred thirty bombers, two hundred forty four Manta fighters, and eight Shire armored transports, could manage to have his head so far up his anal orifice that his hearing was impaired enough that further reports were 'unintelligible' except that he was mentally challenged!"

Max' voice lowered again, dangerously.

"Thirty Makos and their crews, gone. Forty two Bullheads, gone. Fifty six Threshers, gone. Three hundred and four total support craft, gone. Seven of the eight Shires - most of the APM fleet - gone. The logs show that our assault forces had secured Toledo. Toledo..."

"HOW IN THE HELL DID YOU LOSE A PLANET?"

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Oh god... The end of days... Agmen agreed with me.