Planet New London, Wellington Base, Fleet Admirals Office, 0800 Hours

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Michelle had pulled up the necessary files already, paper copies sitting upon her desk. After her trip to Darlington, she had seen first hand the Alien presence. It concerned her that after all this time, they still posed a threat to the people of Bretonia.

Admiral Norma Peters Clark was the first to arrive. She headed the 11th Grimsby Research Fleet. Fleet, hah. O'Brians predecessors had insisted on calling it one of Her Majesty's Great Fleets, but it operated more like a battlegroup at best. Still, it was an important part of the Armed Forces. Kept the gears turning, and protected from threats that brute force couldn't quite overcome, not that brute force was really an option these days. Clark took a seat, not bothering to take one of the files she herself had composed for the meeting, on request of the Fleet Admiral.

Michelle checked her watch, they were still running to schedule.

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