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

[Dieter Schprokets]

Fleet Admiral Percy Nelles' hands were shaking as he signed the general orders. It had been a close scrape.

Treachery!! During an honour guard procession of the HMS Pendragon, moving to New London to bring the Treaty of Dublin to its ratification by Parliament, a rogue Molly fleet had intercepted the Pendragon and downed some of her escorts. Only the arrival of the Vancouver had saved the day, and perhaps saved the flagship Pendragon herself.

But the treaty was safe now! That's what was important. Soon the flagship would proceed to New London again, and everything would go as planned.

Fleet Admiral Nelles rose, left the bridge, and entered the anteroom where the treaty had been stored for safekeeping, and went to the glass case where the humidity was kept at the optimal level for document preservation.

The smashed and empty glass case.

The Fleet Admiral paled. He sat with his head in his hands.

How?!?

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The Barghest re-appeared in real time and space on the Dublin side of the Jumphole. It paused to reboot systems, then fired up the cruise drive, heading for Arranmore.

James Donnelly (AKA Lieutenant James Prentice of the Bretonian Armed Forces, but no longer) smiled at the documents beside him, then hailed the Molly base.

"Tell the Councilors I have something for them."

Arranmore control responded, with transponder codes, and curiosity about the "something".

James laughed. "Don't know mate. Looks like kindling to me."

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