Bretonian Armed Forces

[Andrew_Bonesovich]

Later, when newly promoted officers were celebrating their promotions, and overall success in the latest days of war, in New London's pub, new Lieutentant commander was trying to find one certain person. The fact he was slightly tipsy wasn't very helpful. As he walked with glass of brandy in his right hand, he was looking around for one specific face.

Finally, he found who he was looking for. Fresh Lieutentant, Austin Goodman, was drinking with other promoted Lieutentants, which were serving with him as Ensigns before, but one could say most of them were acting like he was actually an Admiral. Jacob waved at him. Austin apparently understood and soon was standing near him, raising his arm to salute.
"Leave this for now", Jacob stopped him and smiled. "Well, I didn't have time to congratulate you for the promotion... and the medal of course.", he stopped his talk for a while and drank a bit brandy from his glass "Congratulations Lieutentant, it's well-deserved lad, actually, if you were not promoted soon, I would go and ask Fleet admiral, no, even the Queen to promote you" he laughed, and added "At least you wont have to listen to Ramey's orders anymore huh?" and laughed again. Austin smiled at his slightly drunk superior officer.
"One day, you are going to achieve something really big Austin, if you keep up this good work, I hope I can survive this war long enough to see it myself", Jacob winked at him, "See you in space tomorrow lad" after this, he finally turned around and left Goodman to continue on celebrating.

After he finished the glass of brandy he had, he headed back to his quarters.

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