Jean-Michel Pelletier was listening very closely. As the leader of Action Revolutionnairre spoke and a name got proposed, Jean-Michel felt something he lacked: Hope. Since Oblique's demise, followed by fracturing alliances with IMG and Bretonia, he felt they were doomed. Fall of Toulouse did not help either. He still fought until the retreat order was given and fled with Pamiers battlegroup. However now, he felt they had another shot at it. A shot with true revolutionaries. The people here and their will to achieve something were great and Jean-Michel felt like the part already. He knew his crew would follow him to death, the decision was not a hard one at all and such, Captain Pelletier rose from his seat once again. Reached the microphone and before speaking, he looked at the Navy guys assembled here. "My comrades, crewmates, brothers and sisters, fellow captains and pilots. I, Jean-Michel Pelletier, agree that we are in need of a military force as soon as possible and in parallel with Monsieur Donnier to name our united force L'Action Revolutionnaire Conseillarde. Let the movement begin and fill the void with fury of Bastard Culverins of our trusty Agamas, salvoes of Eclipses and Basiliks, followed by dedicated souls upon Penances, Obstinates and Redemptions! Let the Vaches go boldly where no men set foot to fuel the warmachine, bolstered by staunch allies such as Crayter Republic, we shall become the beacons of hope for not only Gallia, but whole Sirius! For a brighter Gallia!" Then he left the podium and sat back.
