Cum Igni et Tonitrui!

[Thunderer]

Leeds system, planet Leeds space.

Intense fire from enormous guns of Gallic and Bretonian ships is hitting the incandescent hulls of both sides, making them explode violently in huge, bright blasts.

In the Thunderer, which is approaching the battlefield, Charles is drinking tea.

Charles: It doesn't look attractive. (takes a sip)
Piett: It is your obligation to help our forces.
Charles: Bah, alright. Arthur!
Arthur: Aye, me captain?
Charles: Turn the auto pilot off and make me a sandwich, would you?
Arthur: Aye-aye, captain! (leaves)
Charles: (lays the half finished tea aside with no pleasure and lazily gets up from his seat, and then approaches the microphone) Chaps, you've got that your battle! On your positions! Keep the guns warm and your blood cold! (for himself) Apparently, Bretonia is going to rule again.

The Thunderer enters the engagement, evades a few shots, lands some hits and the tide of the battle quickly turns to the Bretonians. Guns roared, hulls are melt, and the area is lit by enormous explosions of Gallic ships, not any smaller.

In the Thunderer, greenhouse watering system turns on, spraying some unbearably cold water on everybody who was caught there, making them scream.
On the bridge, Arthur approaches Charles, carrying a plate with a sandwich.

Charles: Thank you! (takes the sandwich and sits)
Arthur: Ye'r welcome!
Charles: (bites the sandwich) Hm. (looks upwards) Hm. I feel like something is missing. (opens the sandwich) Pickles. You forgot the pickles.

*a few hours later*

Arthur: (approaches Charles) Captain!
Charles: Yes?
Arthur: Oi've got a letter from Sir Piett! 'T was taped t' yer teleport!
Charles: Odd. I didn't even notice he's not here. (takes the letter) Let me read it.

The Letter

Charles Richard Hall,
I am content with your performance, same as with the performance of the ship. Thus, I have decided to let you carry the banner of the Bretonian Royal Fleet, under the condition that you make sure our forces get the needed help on time.

Trusting the above is sufficiently clear

Sir Firmus Piett
Fleet Admiral of the Armed Forces

PS: I found your pickles delicious.

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