Gallic Royal Navy Transmission Center (iRP) (FO)

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MESSAGE DESTINATION: Royal Navy Commande
[font=Courier New]ENCRYPTION: HIGH
IDENTIFICATION: Capitaine Fabrice Mignon
SOURCE: Battleship Villeneuve
SUBJECT: Offensive into Leeds; Defense of Edinburgh




Fresh off of mon recent promotion to Capitaine, I was recruited to join in on a risky strike into ze heart of Leeds by Maréchal Andre Garnier. Accompanying us were Capitaine Jean Chatel and ze Battleship RNS-Rouge.Etoile. We [color=#33FF33]traversed ze asteroid fields outside of Leeds in order to launch a sneak attack on ze Leeds planet itself! Ziss risky maneuver was successful and we caught ze paste-eating Bretonian slugs off-guard. Unfortunately a suicidal pirate of Gallic decent named Meurtrier used his powers of annoyance to pester us while trying to do our jobs.

Ze Bretonian sirens rung out and all ze insects crawled out from their nests to try and challenge us. Kusari Exiles, BAF reservists, and other less-than-savory sub-humans with irrational grievances against ze King all poured in to gang up on our Royal squadron. Even ze habitually-reconstructed[color=#33FF33] 13th|HMS-Argosax arrived onto ze scene to provide us some joyful cannon fodder. Ze captain of ze Argosax used every under-handed trick in ze book to ram and attack ze mighty RNS-Rouge.Etoile. Unfortunately, behind ze grand exterior of ze Valor class warship is ze fragile body of ze beautiful Gallic femme. Of course, ze commander of ze Argosax has no trouble hitting a woman, and so he did until ze Rouge.Etoile was neutralized. For revenge, Jean Chatel and I thrashed his hull with many explosions until, within an inch of his life, ze Argosax commander cowardly sulked away to dock on Planet Leeds in fear and embarrassment.

At ziss point, the numbers of crooked-toothed tea-sippers was too many, and ze persistent yet hapless Meurtrier made it his life's goal to try and destroy moi. Remembering mon training from ze Military Academy, I executed ze famous and ancient Gallic battle maneuver known as ze "French Advance". With grace and precision, I French Advanced from ze Planet Leeds all ze way back to Edinburgh and to ze Battleship Castres. From there, ze Castres made short work of ze foolish Meurtrier and blew him to smitherines. Textbook French Advance. I even tractored in ze Cigars from his cargo and enjoyed one in celebration.

Two other foolish Sirian maggots had followed moi and were looking for a one-way ticket to ze afterlife - [Exile]-Yuri.Nakamura and gunboat HMS-Afon.Gwy. But now we were no longer in their friendly territorie, we were in ze Gallic-held bastion of Edinburgh...so ze tide was turned in our favoure! With ze help of Maréchal Andre Garnier, I methodically demolished ze poorly-spelled HMS-Afon.Gwy and his crew and smelt his ruin. It smelt good, indeed. Maréchal Garnier instructed moi to return to base, saying he could handle ze one remaining troublemaker and so I did. Another victorie for ze Royal Navy.

Ze final tally for ze day is as follows:


For ze King! For Gallia!

[color=#33CCFF]* Fabrice Mignon *
Capitaine
Gallic Royal Navy

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