[color=#99FF99]Sender: [color=#99FFFF]Willows, Sarah - Admiral, currently aboard the Battleship Overlord, lower orbit of Planet Manhattan, New York system. Recipients:The Liberty Navy Mid and High Command and the Security Force, especially Associate Deputy Bitch Wolfe and <strike>Captain</strike> Chief Janitor Karlo.
*Willows appears on the screen, sitting on her command seat aboard the Overlord, with a freshly-replaced command console in front of her, and looking even more angry than last time.*
Alright you goddamn dimwits, first you, Seth.
Now you know what, I'd be extreeemly frakking pissed at you, but there's that little damn catch.
That little damn catch about where the frak you should've been with the San Francisco.
Namely around the damn jumpgate, guarding that specific entry.
But you weren't.
Which wouldn't be that bad if that moron Wolfe did her frakking job right.
Since, well, that gigantic green coffin didn't come through the damn jumpgate, it came right the frak out of frakking Order space, out of frakking Minor, through the backdoor into Alaska.
So, Sethy darling, it didn't really shotgun past the spot you were supposed to be at.
Regardless, you still should've been there in order to see, intercept and then to utterly destroy the damn thing.
But you weren't, and frankly, that SUCKS.
Right now you're handing over command of the San Francisco to Commander Kellis, temporarily.
You're ordered to take the next damn shuttleflight to Fort Bragg on Manhattan, where we'll have a nice little chat, face to face, and discuss the appropriate disciplinary measures to be taken.
*She pauses for a moment, straightening her jacket and searching for cigarettes in her pocket, unfortunately not finding any and then slamming the console in frustration.*
Bloody hell... anyway, now to you, Miss Wolfe, and to just why the frak exactly you are a stupid bitch.
But first... MAAAC! I NEED A SMOKE!"
"Aye M'Queen! Jus' a secon'!"
*Commander MacElroy can be seen running up to Willows and quickly handing her a cigarette, then lighting it before he scurries off into the background again.*
Now let's talk about YOUR job here, and OUR job.
Our job is to wage that goddamn war and to bloody win it.
And that's all fine and dandy by me.
We're busy waging that war, and we're making rather good progress, with minimal losses on our side, moving a little deeper into Rheinland day by day.
Now your job, as the Liberty SECURITY Force, aside from keeping Liberty space itself safe, of which, ironically, Alaska is a part,
is to make sure that WE actually KNOW about trash like that battleship barging in so WE can get rid of it with our big, mighty guns.
Your job is to make sure that WE know of such trash happening.
Your job is to keep OUR, that is YOURS and the Navy's, secret place safe and unmolested.
Now WE make sure nobody barges in through Zone-21, but you, YOU, who you have the jumphole to your own personal little corner of space in there, the one to Ellesmere up North, you are supposed to keep the damn place safe even more than us.
Now, in Alaska, WE have Juneau, Fairbanks and Mitchell.
YOU have the Kodiak Research Station and the entryway to your own, special and secret place.
Whatever you do in there, on Alert, Eureka and Grise Fjord, that's your damn thing, but I think, I THINK, you want it to stay your thing.
And I think you don't want anyone else to know about you even being there.
So don't YOU bloody tell ME what MY job is, because unlike you I AM doing MY damn job and even MORE than I have to do while you do frak all but pissing around when it comes to this damn war.
There's a damn reason we don't take the biggest armada into Rheinland to 'end this godforsaken war', and if you did the 'Intelligence' part of your job right, you'd bloody know it.
Some common sense would help too, but I don't think you've any, else you'd realize that Rheinland doesn't just consist of the Rheinland Military and the Federal Police, but also has a large population of unlawful forces, not to mention the entire Civilian population there.
And our job is certainly NOT to murder the entire population there and steamrolling the place with nuclear warheads, as you'd propably like us to do.
*An innocent little smile flashes on her lips...*
"So please, pretty please with a cherry on top..."
*...but only for a little moment, unforunately.*
Take that stuck-up attitude of yours and..."
"SHOVE IT UP YER ARSE, LASSIE!"
*She grins for a moment.*
"Damn straight Mac.
You heard him. Take it and shove it up yours'.
And once you've done that, read your job description, and remember that our 'secret place' isn't just ours, but yours too, before the next time you decide to make yourself look like a moron.
Oh, and, I'm an Admiral you dolt, so shove the 'Miss' up yours' too if you want me to call you 'Associate Deputy Director'."