During the dark matter wave...

[pbrione]

--Battleship Suffolk, New London System--

Admiral Nelson sat on the command bridge of the Suffolk, staring out through the aft windows to the sky beyond. Blackness filled the view, absolute darkness, blotting out the stars. Occasional flashes of energy crackled across the view. In the gloom lit by the Suffolk's emergency lights nearby could just be seen the giant shadows of the HMS Torridge and and the HMS Stanley, with several smaller shapes just beyond. All the capital ships of the Suffolk Fleet were huddled close together 20K from New London, strong anchor cables having been thrown between them to keep them from drifting apart in the storm. All fighter wings had been grounded, meaning that the battleships were packed to bursting with pilots from all shifts. There was barely room to walk around in most of the mess halls, as men sat gloomily playing cards and living of minimal rations. The picture was the same, all across the fleets. The great Bretonian Armed Forces was gathered in huge groups, huddling together for protection. Bretonia was all but defenceless against anyone capable of braving the storm. Fortunately, few were, and those who did tended to meet an unpleasant end pretty quick. Nelson had received no news from the Leeds front, nor from the other Admirals for over 2 days now. Communication lines had been lost. Still, he reasoned, the Kusari would be in exactly the same state. Nelson allowed himself a brief smile. For the first time in many months, silence had fallen across the Leeds warzone. Not a single patrol graced the skies. The guns had fallen quiet and the men had a few precious days of safety, before the hells of war would reopen again and swallow them up....

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Sir Stanley Nelson




<span style="color:#000066">Charles Canning </span><span style="color:#000066"> Foreign Secretary</span>