The York Fleet

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CLASS: Dunkirk
CREW: CLASSIFIED
ARMAMENT: CLASSIFIED

The Battleship York was stationed in Leeds primarily to provide security for the LD-14 Uranium Processing Center, but also to patrol the neighboring Tau-31 system for criminal activity. However, due to Kusari aggression, it found itself on the frontline of fighting, its pilots being the most accustomed to the Tau-31 ice fields, found themselves taking on a great deal of the fighting in the system, especially the most well defended points.

Despite great effort from the York fleet, the fighting reached Leeds. The York's typically blunt Admiral blamed the Derby Fleet for being 'Bloody careless' for allowing Kusari to enter Leeds. The two fleets of York and Derby endured a long standing class rivalry, with the York Fleet containing mostly Leeds volunteers of common blood, with the Derby being mostly nobles from London, and rich factory owners and their sons from Leeds.

The general mood of the York fleet is one of stubborness, and characteristic bluntness considered rude by other fleets, despite this, they are widely respected as some of the best pilots in the BAF. The command staff share the common lineage of its crew, and despite its aggression and stubborness, prides itself on keeping as many pilots alive as possible.

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**Retrieving log entry: 'J.Redmond on the York fleet'**
**ID : Commodore John Redmond (CBE)**
**Begin Entry**

Seems like yesterday, sat in my Templar, a poor recruit, but now I find myself through the ranks and in charge of combat operations of the Battleship York. I didnt expect it, frankly, a commoner like myself to take command of anything bigger than a bomber. But despite being able to overcome the class dominated command system, most like me, end up here within the Battleship York fleet, they like to segregate class if they cant keep the upper ranks pure blue blood.

But those sods, without us, they'd be proper buggered right now, in the middle of this war, the Derby rolled up without a minutes experience in the cold wastes of Tau-31, nevermind fighting a bloody war. It doesnt take a genius to see that the ponses on Derby were born with silver spoons in their mouths.

This fleet is the scum of Bretonia, we're bloodied, we're merciless, we fight with all at our hands, we swear, we spit and we dont take to losing. Though without our vices, we'd have no virtues, the enemy knows when he fights a member of the York fleet, its no pistols at dawn. They've respect for our experience and resilence, even 'honour' as one of them once put it, we may be the scum of Bretonia, but god help Bretonia if its scum did not protect its arse from all thats big and bad in the universe.

**End LOG**

**ID: Commodore John Redmond (CBE) **