Meeting between friends.

[Husher]

Ian types into the holocom his personal access code and a link is established. “Commodore Driscoll, i am Captain Dwayne Flemeth from the office of admiralty” An older officer with a massive mustache appearing on the holocom says, he wears a service dress with an impressive row of medals. “I know you are in a important meeting so i keep this short sir." He takes a breath "By order of fleet-admiral Piett you are hereby promoted to full admiral, the admiral wants to see you in his office aboard the Royal Sovereign to receive the leafs once you’re done with the meeting with vice-admiral Wolf sir.” Ian is stunned for a second then gets a bit mad, he requested specifically not to be promoted to a higher rank, he prepares to refuse the position as is his right and..... Captain Flemeth looks at him a bit amused. “The admiral told me you would react like this sir and he assured me to tell you in his words.” He takes a breath and looks at a writepad. “You can still keep flying you pessimistic bastard but i also need you at the headquarters. You escaped promotion to long its now your turn.” “So congratulations admiral.” And with a salute captain Flemeth signs off.

Ian walks back to the Vice admiral while the stewards talk among each other about what they have heard. As usual the entire ship will know about his promotion in a couple of hours. Its how it goes. When he reaches Wolf he shows him the partial recording of the promotion. “Seems i am now higher in rank” Ian says with a smile. “The problem is i never intended to become a admiral, nothing for me to command and carry the burden of an entire fleet." he sighs “But you already know that burden sir.”

“Lets head for the table sir, before chef comes after me with a spoon.” He grins worried while looking to the galley. Sitting at the table in the corner the steward start bringing in the dishes. They start with a slice of smoked fish with cream cheese on a quenelle of mashed potatoes, garlic and chopped herbs and a slice of fresh lemon. While eating Ian starts talking about his past experience with the Gallian navy. “Well where to start” Ian says with a frown. “At this given time we are in a bit of a stalemate, we do draw them out and make them loose manpower and ships. We deploy in Leeds a guerilla style defence. Hit, run and regroup." He shakes his head a bit “Its effective but in the long term we can’t do enough damage to them to win” “Firstly their capital fleet, strong and massive. When you encounter their battleships, they call them Valors, you should order your men to watch out for their massive big gun situated in their nose part. That gun is devastating for any capital ship when it hit, go for the aft.” He chews on his food and thinks for a second. “That thing has twenty gun emplacements spread out over it and can be deadly. But we have the perfect answer. Strike it with bomber swarms armed with incapacitator and nova torpedo’s. They are cocky bastards and they tend to underestimate us. For example a pair of our dessies can be a deadly menace to them aswell. Rolls eyes "Prince slimeball has lost a lot of warships this way as his captains rely on their firepower and armor instead of brains.” Ian laughs softly “Hows your fish sir?”

“Our intelligence service tries to find out everything about the gallian forces and they came up with a fact. 50% of their captains are just like bulls, they tend to rush in and secure the glory of Gallia.” He bursts out in laughing “Good glory!. All they do is polluting Leeds with their wrecks”

The stewards remove the empty plates and start pooring some drinks again. A few mins later they walk in with the maincourse.