The Leaky Pilsner

[Lt.Cmdr.Olsav]

The sound of Ride of the Valkyries fills the station, and out the bar window 3 wraths and 2 sabres are flying in chevron formation straight towards the duraplex glass.

Everyone runs out of the bar, and then all you can hear is maniacal laughter:

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, Dames we are HOME!!! in a figurative sense, i didnt have fuel to go to Kreigzburg, hee hee, well, come on open the hangar bay doors!"

Grand Admiral Olsav has graced Beaumont with his presence.

In marches Olsav, side arm strapped to his side, laughing joking with his wing, still wearing his Rheinlander uniform, as are his 2 wingmen, Model and Kozanecki.

"Look boys, Ferdi is here, barkeep, We'll take a round of the cheapest pony piss you have on tap, that being pretty much all of it ha ha."

Olsav and his two mates go over to Ferdimonds table, eager to remove their helghan gas masks, the others Condrado and Razor bringing up the rear have to go refit the fighters, promising to return for a pint in a bit.

"So Ferdi, whats your idea? God knows my plans haven't been working that well, cap ships really are needed in this conflict"

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RAHF.Lt.Karol.Olsav
fmr Lord Solar Admiral of the Helghast, fmr.RAHF-Olsav-[Cpt], fmr. {Helghast}(LSA-vhf)~Olsav, fmr.{Helghast}(LSA)~Olsav, aboard HCS. Kesselring