Message Class: Photo feed
Encryption: Low
To: Bretonian Armed Forces Merchant Navy
From: Flight Officer George G. Teeze
Greetings, gentlemen! And Half-Admiral... *nods with fear*
I feel my appearance probably disturbs you, but there is a jolly good explanation for that. Due to my rear position in the battle for New London, I wasn't killed, not even wounded. Unfortunately, after docking to New London, I scratched my arm on the way out from my ship. There were few drops of blood, so I went to spaceport ambulance immediately, hoping for a few days off. There was a mess. Wounded people everywhere, or even worse. After being quick-examined by a field surgeon in a pretty bloody uniform, my diagnose was somehow odd: I had two left hands (and right one had a small scratch to be patched). Well, that would be one good explanation for my piloting skills. He also mentioned that one of high ranked officers had the very same issue, but he was dead now and field surgeon just gave me a deep gaze before he was called to patch someone else.
My fortune gave me that Half-Admiral Dagon was present in the ambulance, for just screwing few parts of her, that got loose in the battle. She heard about my odd condition and said just one word: cut. I kinda always managed to evade people of one word, but it wasn't that kind of a day.
So here I am now. I must admit my aiming skill greatly improved from zero to one (of ten). Oh and they had shortage of fancy bionic hands that day of course, so they could spare just this one on me *shows his hand*. However, I managed to devastate one IMG ID-ed gunboat that was shooting at our ships in front of Aland shipyard, while we were peacefully trying to deploy few thousands of Armed Forces Marines there. There also was one ALG cruiser that was shooting on us first! But it was solved by our Dunkirk class ship. It's good to mention even Corsairs were there, also shooting on us and not shooting their new pals from IMG!
Present ships, all destroyed by IMG/TBH coalition: