The Intelligence Memoirs.

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//This is closed Wedjat RP. Even those in the Wedjat should ask first before posting. Currently allowed: Critius and sadtranslation.

X had been sitting in his room all day. The desk in front of him had a jug of water, a glass, and intercomm and a report. Everything else which usually adorned it was gone. Removed to make space for the endless torrents of paper he had to sift through.

He had been tirrlessly pouring through the volumes of data sent to him by one of his favourite agents in The Order, and one of the Wedjat agents in deep enemy territory. One which he trusted with his life, and with knowledge on all his operations.

He had sorted through the most important bits, and was making a much shorter report which summarised all the data into something much easier to digest.

"Admiral, we have a Corporal requesting an audience. A Micheal Simpson. He's representing a crew with a broken ship in Zoner space." X blinked at the intercomm. He wondered why the Combat Division was not dealing with him.

"Perhaps too busy? Probably think I sit here all day and do nothing." X sighed. Intelligence would never be completely understood by an outsider.

"Send him in whenever he is ready." X knew the Captain may take some time. The security for his office was not right outside and people would take some time to physically arrive at his office.

He tidied up his summarised report while he waited for the Corporal.

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It's not a conspiracy, it's localised bias. They're not intelligent enough to form a conspiracy.