*The screen flashes with Fontaine's comm-sig momentarily, then reveals the man himself.
This communique is for the express attention of applicant François-Honoré Lemaître-Dubois.
Monsieur.
Your demand to join his Majesty's great Marine Royale seems to not have gone unnoticed. Usually some bureaucratic understudy handles all this trifling low-level formality, but the etat-major in its infinite wisdom have made you my problem. Personally.
I have been ordered to order you to prepare for duty, as such consider yourself ACCEPTED into the ranks. You will be entered into service within the officer corps, at the rank of Enseigne de Vaisseau. You want to defend right and proper Gallic civilization. You will prove to me that you can, or you will know nothing but the oil-stained engine room of my beloved Algerie. Amiral Chanteloup herself informs me that your glory will be my responsibility. Do not make me a fool in taking this up.
From now until the moment you are buried, you will serve.
This communique is for the express attention of applicant Olivia Song.
Citing disciplinary concerns the etat-major of the Marine Royale have DENIED your request to join the ranks. The issues and incidents dug up and noted have had you deemed entirely unfit for service in the MRG. You may petition them for more information, but either way you are not my concern now.
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