Bretonian Armed Forces Defense Intelligence Staff (DIS) (iRP) (AO)

[Thunderer]

- Incoming Transmission -

-= Very High Encryption =-

Priority: Very High
To: BAF DIS
From: Commodore George Richard Hall
Location: Southampton Shipyard, New London System
Subject: The Nomads Have Recovered

The signal is visibly flawed. George is on a verge of collapse, his voice is shivering, devoid of the confidence it is so famous for, but retaining the insensitive coldness, resembling the wind which dismally scrapes the ruined pillars of some once great, ancient wonder.

"We have been crushed... utterly... absolutely defeated... undeniably.... For we were far from ready for what has happened! I thought they were helping us... the giant, blue ships. They have moved to Leeds and purged it from all the Gauls. They even listened to my command to move out of the system! The plan was that they exit into Omega-49, by Dublin. And they did enter Dublin, all five giant ones, one cruiser-sized, and a fighter-sized one. But they went to Chester. One of our Redemptions went inside with them. Within moments, the ship was blasted. A whole battleship! Within moments! I saw that as a declaration of war. I ordered some scouts into the system. We had the Order, the LSF, and the Vagrant Raiders with us. All five enormous blue objects were almost touching the hole with their tips, like they were preparing an ambush. More snubcraft was ordered into the system, for the purpose of making them wander away from the hole. A few minutes later, I got a situation report from the Raiders. "They are slowly getting further", they said. The next report was "4.4K away". Nothing else. I asked them to confirm, but I received no response. Thinking they are too busy to answer me, I decided to risk. They are either 4.4 kilometers away, and will be crushed, or they are still there. We could lose two Dunkirks and one Redemption, while they could lose five of the huge ones and one cruiser-sized vessel. Our fleet jumped in. I wasn't as surprised as I was desperate. They were all at about a kilometer from the jump hole. They targeted the Thunderer, but seeing she isn't as easy to hit as they probably thought, they blasted the Redemption. Captain Darrow's Juggernaut somehow managed to get some distance, but too late, it seems. We were the last, the Thunderer, and we were soon showered by their fire from all possible sides. For no obvious reason, after depleting us of nanobots and shield batteries, most of them just left. We were now fighting a huge one and the cruiser-sized one. The Thunderer managed to deliver heavy damage to the huge one, which also seemed to have spent all its repair material, but not as she was damaged herself. One of the big ones, not the one which we were engaged by, was blasted by our bombers a few seconds after the Thunderer was disabled. I have lost all 100 units of tea I kept in my ship's hold."

The icy blizzard in his eyes melts in this moment, and turns into a raging thunderstorm of apocalyptic intensity.

"And I am mad. Angry. Wrathful! And vengeful."

- Message Over -

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