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

[Benjamin]

"Good Lord."

Richards wanders into the officer's mess in something of a daze. His face and hands are covered in the cuts one gets when parts of their ship are exploding all around them.

"Right chaps, well it's been a hell of an hour. I was raised from Norfolk by that bloody emergency alarm, apparently New London was under attack from that Mon'Star fellow, who is evidently some kind of high-level intergalactic terrorist. He had a rather strange friend with him, "Psi-Borg" or some such, in a much smaller vessel than the huge ship Mon'Star had, a type of which I had never seen before. Our sortie was myself, Lieutenant Commander Aldwyn and Lieutenant Ramey, along with one of her majesty's capital vessels, and a police constable by the name of Mguire. Ramey charged on in early as he is wont to do, then the rest of us assembled and engaged Mon'Star and Psi-Borg. Ramey and the capital vessel fell, but Mon'Star was finally destroyed. Around this time a Pilgrim Liner bearing the cross of The Brotherhood appeared, and engaged us along with Psi-Borg. Lieutenant Commander Aldwyn sacrificed his ship to destroy Psi-Borg, a maneouver that I have no doubt saved my life and Mguire's. Mguire and myself took on the liner for a good long battle as well, but it finally fell. Seconds later my ship would have been destroyed.
Mguire and I pulled out victoriously and landed on Southamption Shipyard to be greeted with extortionate repair bills. Good show everyone, especially Aldwyn's high risk maneouver, and Mguire's dogged persistence (he was there before the rest of us, and only he and myself survived the entire conflict).
Also, amongst the many things I had tractored in during the battle, was this.
I will retain this in my hold, as it is something I hadn't seen before, and looks to be rather important. I'll pass it along up the chain of command so they can take a look. Apparently this Mon'Star chap had a few of these and he planned to use them.

Right, I believe I have earned a weekend on the Shetland. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to get my yacht."

Speech over, Richards finishes his whisky and abruptly leaves.

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