Bretonian Armed Forces Defense Intelligence Staff (DIS) (iRP) (AO)

[Y'berg]

Message Class: Audio-Visual
Encryption: High
To:BAF DIS
From: Captain Pria Y'berg

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After action report, 19/08/826

During my patrol, I've encountered the Marine Royale gunboat Acheron, Commanded by former Maitre-Principal Rupert Davies. Davies surrendered himself, and his ship, while transporting 35 refugees in various conditions.

As a man born on Leeds, the captain couldn't see his homeworld burned by the kingdom, packed his ship with refugees, and deserted. According to him, he was initially stopped, but let go by the Sombre Destin, marking a major disaggreement in the Marine-Royale's ranks about the necessity of bombarding the planet.

Davies was escorted to planet London, where he surrendered his ship and himself to the authorities. He was the only one on-board.

For Davies, please consider that he's hailing from the lower-echelons of Leeds' society, and according to him, they gave him purpose, and a meaning. One I'm perfectly familiar with. For this reason, I'd like to request a private meeting with him, and the option to speak on his defense, when the time comes.

Spoiler

MRG|RNS-Acheron: Captain Y'berg, this is Captain Rupert Davies, formerly of the Gallic Royal Navy. I have 35 refugees from Leeds aboard.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: I am officially surrendering myself to the Bretonian Armed Forces. Please, direct me to where I need to go.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Copy, Davies. Show yourself.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: I'll accept your surrender.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: I left my crew on Leeds. Aside from the refugees I managed to get aboard, I'm alone and unarmed.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Does anyone followin' you?
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Negative. The RNS Sombre Destin intercepted, but let me go when I explained my intentions.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: They're not all involved in what's happening, but I couldn't stay. Not after that.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: I'll ask for orders, in the meanwhile, move to sector E-3
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Proceeding as ordered.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: move to sector E-3
MRG|RNS-Acheron: How could I have been so naive? They proclaimed themselves saviors of Leeds... and I believed them.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: That's propaganda for ya.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Never believe in kings and queens, kid.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Only your people. You did the right choice.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Bit late for that lesson, I'm afraid. The only Bretonian to serve in the GRN? I'll hang for sure.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Maybe not.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: And rightfully so. I may not have fired on Leeds, but I'm guilty by association.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: You're lower-class, right?
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Here's good.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: I was a laborer for BMM before the Gallic liber... invasion.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: To be free of my debts, to be given a position of respect and honour... it seemed a dream.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: They gave you order, purpose, right?
MRG|RNS-Acheron: They did. Now I wonder if they just saw me as their pet Bretonian. Give him a treat and watch him fight his own people.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: I know how you feel. I'm urchin-born, I was a no-one, before... this.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Holmfirth, hold fire. repeat, hold fire.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: HMS Holfirth, I have 35 refugees aboard, some with injuries. May I transfer them to you?
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Captain, may I get an update on what the hell is going on here?
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Captain Davies decided to surrender himself. He saved a couple people doing it.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: "Davies"?
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Yes, that one.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Right.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: So that's it? Just a surrender?
BAF|Lt.Cdr.Atwood: Might be not my business, captain.
BAF|Lt.Cdr.Atwood: But the enemy might be just laying a trap for us.
BAF|Lt.Cdr.Atwood: My gut feeling...
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Doubt so, sir.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: I can understand why you'd think that, but I'm done with them.
BAF|Lt.Cdr.Atwood: I hope so
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: The Captain is a Leeds resident.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: The bombardment of Leeds is a betrayal.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: And everything they did before was not? Huh.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: I can't be part of that, and I won't slink away into the borderworlds like a coward.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Despite everything, I'm a Bretonian still, and I'll face my fate like one.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: At least you had the balls to do as much.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: We were told of casualties. I'd be best to proceed with their transfer.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: The Captain told me that there are a crack in the Royal Navy.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Is that so?
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Killin' billions raises moral questions, who knew?
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Took them a while to start asking.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Aye, they're not all involved. The ones I encountered on my way out of Leeds let me go.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Them being?
MRG|RNS-Acheron: The RNS Sombre Destin, at least, has been allowing evacuation transports to dock, regardless of who operates them.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: And transfer the damn refugees already, McKinley.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Only 35. That's the most I could fit in this ship.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Fortunately, my crew was off the ship at the time and wasn't in a position to complain..
MRG|RNS-Acheron: I'm now the only one aboard.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: That simplifies a few things.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: So, what happens next? I'm prepared to turn over the ship intact and surrender myself as directed.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Yes, we will do that.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: No terms, of course. My surrender is unconditional.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: You will turn your ship over in London orbit. Have a good look at the fun your friends had, too.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Admiral, that's uncalled for.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: I was there, I saw... I participated. I wasn't there for the attack on the surface, though.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: What is uncalled for, captain?
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: *mumbles* Blue-blooded piece of...
BAF|Ens.Alex.Clarke: Arrived as fast as I could, Captain!
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Good, Clarke.
BAF|Ens.Alex.Clarke: What is the situation? What is this Gallic ship doing over here?
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Surrender.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Mister Davies, if you'd be so kind, set course towards Southampton. Or what's left of it anyway.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Boss, Clarke and I can handle it.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Fighter wing, keep a close formation as they move.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Moving as ordered.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Clarke, on me.
BAF|Ens.Alex.Clarke: Understood!.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Einzbern, Clarke, you will take point to New London. Our dear guest will follow. Y'berg, you go after him.
BAF|HMS-Resolution: XO: Resolution here, what is going on?
BAF|Ens.Alex.Clarke: Will do, keeping the guns ready in case he's trying something stupid.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: We have a defector, Resolution. We're bringing him in to London.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Just don't be trigger happy, kid.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Clarke, Einzbern, take point.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: I'm going to the next ring.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Keep moving.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: Shall I proceed to New London?
BAF|Ens.Alex.Clarke: Alright, don't try anything stupid.
MRG|RNS-Acheron: That ship's long since sailed, Ensign.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: Admiral, I want to talk with the Captain, after his surrender.
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: You will have to ask whichever prison facility takes him in.
BAF|Ens.Alex.Clarke: Captain, will I be allowed to join?
BAF|HMS-Holmfirth: M: Acheron, begin the descent.
BAF|Cpt:Pria.Y'berg: I'll just ask Steiner, then.

Pria Y'berg
Captain
Bretonian Armed Forces

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