Going For Broke

[Jayce]

As if on cue, Commandant Avignon trotted into the room, cutting LeBlanc's reply to Marie short. Behind the shorter woman stood her personal aide, Marine Lieutenant Levi Epave. His arms were occupied by an assortment of boxes, rolled papers, and a trio of rods, each with an L-shaped crook at one end.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen," Avignon spoke, twirling her swagger stick about, "I understand someone with a sense of tactics and a level of intelligence fitting for an officer of His Majesty's Royal Navy is required. I am here."

"On the table, Commandant?" Questioned Levi, struggling to prevent the stack of boxes from toppling, simultaneously holding his rifle in a vague ready position.

"Where else would it go, Epave? The floor?" The raven-haired Commandant of the Valenciennes quipped, taking her seat opposite the other attendees. "Go on then, we haven't got all day."

The young Royal Marine set about his work, quickly laying out what appeared to be a detailed map of the Taus and Bretonia, before securing the corners with a generous application of sticky tape. His next task was unboxing a near-endless number of small, well-painted models of Gallic craft, varying from the minuscule Caracal to the largest Valor. Each was mounted on a plastic base with a square cross-section.

"I've taken the liberty of bringing along a few planning aids." Avignon gestured to the tiny models, sliding a crooked stick to Marie and LeBlanc, their purpose obvious."I'm sure everyone is appreciative, no need for thanks." The young woman slid one of the Valor models towards herself, "VALENCIENNES" scrawled hastily on the base in white paint. "Shall we get to work?"