Meeting between friends.

[Husher]

Ian listens to what wolf has to say and nods.“Yes we learned the hard way against the kusarians that our destroyers are very effective, especially when the captain uses his brains and use the speed advantage they have over those heavy battleships. Circle around them and use the heavy guns to wear them down, then send in the bombers.” Meanwhile the stewards place the main course on the tables. Lamb stew filled with tender pieces of lamb, carrots and tomatoes accompanied with fresh mashed potatoes and white cauliflowers under a crust of cheese. Professional they place the dishes on the table and start to serve the admirals and their staff.

Chef Ramsay looks from the galley with a bit of red head anxious to see iff the fine admirals love his food. "Bloody windbags" he murmels. When the stewards return he says “and..? they loike’n it?”Steward Mc’Mullan sighs “Patience chef patience they just started..” and he polishes some glasses. “The fine officers are sealin’ne allionce huh?" Ramsay asks. “I think so chef but i would not be too curious, you know how hard the BIS looks for to curious people these days” steward Andrews says when he picks up the conversation, and he makes a slicing movement along his throat. “Meeehhh they whip you and then send you into the LD-14 mines.” steward Stone comments and even the guards who patrol the area bring in some comments as “Traitors will be hanged. Chef is a Gallian spie?" They laugh “More a Garlic pie” They keep taunting the chief further. Chef Ramsay starts swinging his rolling pin. The galley starts to turn into a complete chaos. Suddenly Mc’Mullan bursts out loudly in a authoritarian voice. “SHUT IT all of ye. YOU!!" and he points at the marines. “Beat it and continue your patrol..... You two.” He says while turning towards his staff. “There are a lot of glasses that need to be polished so get to it..” He looks out to the galley to see if anyone had heard his outburst and he sees Driscoll look at him for a second and he could swear the second man of VA Wolf did the same.

When some tumult comes from the galley Ian looks over there to see what the bloody hell is going on. He hears Mc’Mullan’s loud voice above the tumult and suddenly its quiet again. Still he will speak to them after the meeting. he bends over to Comm Sullivan to let him make a note about it. Seems commander Sullivan already heared it and does not look very happy. Ian shakes his head a bit and whispers. "later."
“Well sir about those cruisers, as far as i’ve seen them in action they seem to be very suited for the job. They are agile enough to dodge those gallian guns and sturdy enough to survive a few hits. But.... but i am most impressed with their main gun. Infact most of the lads and lasses aboard say its a bloody heavy weapon and when it hits it tears a hole as big as a house in those gallian ships.” he frowns and thinks quickly about how to deploy the offered battlecruisers. “Well a battlecruiser is always good, personally i did not see them in action till now so are they as good as my staff has told me? What's their strong point and to be honest..... their weak ones??” He grins a bit before continuing Snubs are always welcome, alot of our pilots already flown with the Liberty navy in Maghellan or Cortez, so that would be no problem."

As quickly as the food came on the table that quick it was removed again. Chief Mc”Mullan walks to the table and asks if there is anything the gentleman would like to have as dessert. "There is some fine honey cake available." Ian thinks a second “Just a sidewinder fang and please chief also bring the box of my personal cigars will you?” “Aye sir.” He looks at Wolf. “Sir”? Commander Sullivan orders a honey cake dessert.

Ian sits back and offers the admiral a cigar while enjoying his drink. When he lights his cigar he looks at Wolf. “Alright i mentioned before perhaps some things about the BIS, to be honest i can’t tell you to much as you may know but i could recommend you trough the proper channels to them that you might be interested in a joined operations iff you want. He enjoys his cigar for a minute and looks at the painting of the queen. "Personally i find them a bunch of brave lads and lasses but its nothing for me. I prefer a direct confrontation where i face my enemy," He sits back and waits for the admiral to reply.