*The screen flashes with Fontaine's comm-sig momentarily, then reveals the man himself.
Bonjour.
This is Commandant Fontaine. Le Roi's Justice has been administered to the peasant hordes again. They continue to struggle against enlightened rule, but are no match for it.
Count one. California patrol. I hopped in my Cougar and rendezvoused with la Moqueuse, on trade interdiction duty. It was largely uneventful, the Liberty dogs refused to get in our way as we assailed the system's shipping lanes. We ran into a couple of "unaffiliated" Libertonian traders. Their utter shock and inability to comprehend even basic orders resulted in their destruction. They were hauling some form of ale, which as far as I can tell from visual inspection is just bottle upon bottle of fermented urine. Utterly disgusting, but as ordered the samples we have collected are already on an Armored Transport back to Calais. My guts are screaming just imagining how this stuff tastes.
Count two. A probe into New London. We were continuing our trade interdiction patrol when eventually we came in contact with a Bretonian police officer and a destroyer. After the initial tactical maneuvering concluded we began to trade blows -- the policeman got a missile in the cockpit for his troubles from Moqueuse. The destroyer was ultimately able to overpower Moqueuse, but timely intervention from the RNS Fauconneau was sufficient to end the Sirian warship.
Count three. The Bretonians launched a merciless counter-assault against our position at Leeds. By this point I had elected to secure my Lynx and joined the fray as the fight in orbit reached its peak. The Brets had definitely come in hard, our battleship line was stressed to limits and ultimately collapsed. We maintained sufficient "air cover" throughout the operation however, and were able to utilize the asymmetric firepower capacity of our bomber wing to punish them for their insolence. We had aid in that battle from some Maltese types against the Bretonians... something I didn't particularly expect. Something to look into, if we haven't already.
What a day. Bring me wine. This rat piss won't suffice.
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