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

[Dieter Schprokets]

She was wonderful.

The latest model of Dunkirk, first in her class.

Her Majesty's Ship, the HMS Audacity.

The Fleet Admiral stepped on the bridge and the bo'sun's whistle let them know they were to stand to attention.

Normally the Fleet Admiral would give an "at ease" more or less immediately, but not today. Today he wanted them to stand, silent, at attention, as he carefully inspected each station, grimacing every once in a while to keep them guessing.

He went to the command chair and noted it was a beautiful black leather finish. Perfect.

Nelles can keep the Regina, he thought. Old bucket of bolts..

He stood before his command chair before finally quietly giving the order; "At ease. To your stations, ladies and gentlemen."

He inquired about the reactor state. And did not believe the answer.

"That much??, he asked. "I thought that the at-rest maximum throughput was about 7000 Terrawatts!"

The technician smiled. At this moment, briefly, he had the upper hand on a Fleet Admiral.

"New modifications, sir. We have a new composite superconducter which allows us to close the field torus..." Ralston waved at him to stop.

"Son, you had me, then lost me, at 'new'. Carry on."

He took his seat and gave the order.

"All ahead full, make course for Cambridge. Full weapons trials in the Newcastle Asteroid Field."

He was, this day, a happy man.

His visage, of course, did not betray that fact in the slightest.

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