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

[litlwicked]

This one couldn't be done over the normal channels because this one was more personal. This was the kind of thing that had to be done face to face, in a safe room with no one listening. This was the kind of knowledge that could lose Bretonia the war if it fell into the wrong hands. So with some hesitation he had made an appointment to talk to the boss himself, Nelson. He kept telling himself that something had to be said, trying to justify what he was about to do in his head. As he walked behind the Admirals personal assistance, leaving the waiting room behind to see the man, he felt anger and a sinking feeling when the thought crossed his mind again.

Now he stood before the Admiral, saluting with the same blank stare at the wall behind Nelson, saying the same thing he always did. Rank followed by his full name, reporting. By now the assistant had left the room to give the men their privacy behind closed doors.

As usual this meant the men could relax a bit and not be so formal. Gilead was to not have to prounce around clicking his heels and avoiding the Admirals eyes anymore and that was ok by him. Finally once the small talk was over, he knew the moment of truth was here.

As promissed, he plays the recording he had told Nelson he has to hear:

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No matter how much he hated doing it, it had to be said; "Sir...the moral in the front is low. I feel, I feel... that men are on the brink of cracking. If the enemy finds out about this type of behavior, their vindiction will grow. Stanley" he sighs, "I don't want to have to learn that god awful language. We need to think of something to do, and quickly."