Gallic Royal Navy Recruitment and Transfer Office (iRP)

[Omi]

Lucie squinted at the newly-played card, which was currently occupying most of her computer screen. The Général was busy playing an online card game, and things were not going well.
"Target vessel loses half of its - merde." she muttered, watching her newly-weakened Obstinate explode as a Crecy wiped it off the board. She would have to play both her Cougars a turn early now or risk losing, and that was no good with three Nyxes and an ace Templar on the opponent's side of the field.

Ba-ding went the message notification, interrupting her game and alerting her to the new application nestling in her inbox. For the first time, she was actually glad to see a new applicant. This one, at least, had managed to find the correct neural net address, unlike certain others.

Unfortunately, upon actually reading the transmission, the beginnings of her good mood swiftly evaporated. If there had been anyone else in Lucie's office, they would have noticed a temperature drop of at least a few degrees. There was so much wrong with this application, she didn't even know where to begin. It made her very angry.

Glaring at the screen as if it was the computer's fault, she hammered out the most terse denial she possibly could before closing the window in contempt.

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TRANSMISSION ENTRANT
PRIORITÉ: LOW
SUJET: Re: APPLICATION TO ROYAL NAVY


ID: Général Lucie LeBlanc, Marine Royale Gauloise

Bonjour, Monsieur Espoir,

No.
DENIED.

In service to the Crown,



TRANSMISSION TERMINÉE

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