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

[Dieter Schprokets]

Commodore Mark McKenna walked into the Fleet Admiral's Office. The Fleet Admiral was reading something, but put it down, and beckoned him in.

"Come in Mark, and close the door behind you."

Nelles reached for a flask. "Scotch?", he asked, and poured himself one. It was after lunch after all.

The Commodore smiled. "Yes, it is. And bad for your liver, too."

Nelles sat down, wagging his finger. "If I need a lecture on the subject, I'll call my wife."

Nelles took a swig of the fine liquid, then savoured it and swallowed, then got down to business.

"Mark, we need some field promotions, and assignments to the staff roles we had been discussing. I've got the documents here, and I need you to arrange a ceremony on the Pendragon ASAP."

"Firstly, Young Blake Owen is to be promoted to Lieutenant Commander, and he is to be our wing training co-ordinator."

"Secondly, George Harrington is to be promoted to Commander, and he will assist me with pilot and staff records and evaluations for promotions."

"Next, Aubrey is to be promoted to Commodore, and he will handle recruitment and wing assignments."

Nelles paused to finish his scotch.

"I had intended to promote Stanley to Commodore as well, but he went and got himself captured. We need to get him out of there. I'm attending a MI6 Briefing on the subject shortly. It won't be easy. After we got Sir Roger out, the Kusari have tightened things immensely. Still, we have assets.."

Both men looked sombre. Nelles cleared his throat and continued.

"I have another rather unorthodox idea. I am going to use a Privateer as the Discipline Officer. Specifically, Sir Reginald.." His voice trailed off, and he looked at McKenna expectantly.

McKenna deadpanned. Then spoke.

"I am going to take that Scotch now." He received one from Nelles, then slugged it back. Then spoke again.

"Use a Privateer to keep our boys in line, eh? You do think outside the box, sometimes, Percy." He continued.

"He does have a peerage. And the Privateers generally put the fear of God into the rank and file. There is a certain perverse logic to it, so I guess I understand.."

Percy stood, and so did McKenna. The Fleet Admiral smiled, and said, "There is one other thing. Not a big deal really." He reached for another dossier, and handed it to McKenna.

"You'll find your new rank insignia and general orders in there, Admiral McKenna."

The new Admiral smirked, stood back, and saluted. Nelles returned the salute sharply.

"Thank you sir, but I was just getting used to Commodore. I liked the ring of it, really."

Percy sat back down, and responded. "Maybe so, but you've earned this one. And if you don't mind my saying so, now you are obviously too important to die in battle, so be more careful, hmm?"

"Now, go get some help from staff to plan the promotions ceremony. You of all people I can trust to keep it elaborate but tasteful. Flypasts, maybe? Forward cannon salute from the Pendragon, maybe?"

McKenna saluted again, then let himself out, to find staff to handle the ceremony. Personally, he felt flypasts and cannon salutes were a waste of fuel and ammo, but the old man did like ceremony. Now to find a staff officer who shared those sympathies..

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