Patriotic Bretonians!

[Reverend Del]

Lord Bayliss was enjoying being in his family home once more. Since joining the IND his fortunes had turned considerably and he was now much richer than he had been before the Bretonian Government had repossessed his house.

But it wasn't the nature of his home that made Gregory stand out so much as his sobreity. Normally well drunk by this time of day, Lord Gregory was today kitted out in his best finery. An appointment with the Bretonian Government, regarding his peerage. But first a quick visit to BAF command.

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There was a knock on Fleet Admiral Nelles' door.

"Enter" He said noncomitally, shuffling funds was something he'd never signed up for.

A young ensign walked in, his fresh faced exuberance almost outshining the bulb which shone above their heads.

"Lord Bayliss to see you sir. Said something about War Bonds."

Nelles looked considerably perkier, any money was good money.

"Fleet Admiral Nelles. Good day to you."

"And to you Lord Bayliss."

Bayliss laughed. "Maybe not for much longer, but that's neither here nor there. What's this damnable nonsense about war bonds? Carina stopped handing over the budget?"

"Not exactly, my Lord, simply that we require more funds than we can currently get."

Bayliss reached inside his robes, "Don't Fret Admiral, I'm not about to pull a gun."

From within his robes he extracted his credit chit. "One presumes the payment should be made to the BAF accounts. "

"Yes. Obviously"

"Quite. 250 million credits. Paid. Now fight those damn dog eating bastards with everything we have. Bretonia prevails, Admiral. Bretonia prevails."


Gregory left, strike one off the list of the many things he needed to do to sort his life out.

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.