The Long Story
(if you would like to read the Short Story instead, please scroll this down)

Admiral George Richard Hall of the Bretonian Armed Forces was at his home on New London, stiffly staring at his fridge.
It was empty.
He had fired all of his cooks the day before, out of pure sadism, under the excuse that the soup which they made was too hot.
He had to prepare something to eat -- himself, on his own.
So, he took an umbrella and headed outside. He managed to find the nearest supermarket by asking for directions. He thought about what dish would be the easiest to make for a Bretonian, and he concluded that it would be fish and chips. Simple, tasty, nutritious and traditional. So, he bought some fish, some chips, some ketchup, some mustard and some turmeric. He had no idea what turmeric was, but it looked like a spice which would taste good with fish and chips.
It was all soaked when he returned home, as his umbrella was only designed to cover his body, if he continues with the same diet. Never mind, he put it onto an oiled pan, fish and chips together, and fried it. He somehow happened to have a fire extinguisher nearby, thanks God for that.
When it was fried, he peeled off the black crust and spiced it up with some ketchup and some mustard. He accidentally dropped the whole pack of turmeric onto the poor pile of dead fish and chopped potato, but "Never mind, the more spice, the better taste", he thought. Some shaping, some other desperate attempts to make the dish look less unappetizing and voila, his first meal ever was ready! George took a plate, a knife and a fork. He was so impatient to try it.
It tasted horribly.
So, he just threw it into the fridge and bought a burger in a fast food kiosk next door. Maybe he could give his work to Fleet Admiral Evyn if she ever comes by.
She, however, never came by, and George's fridge started to stink. He couldn't throw the loathsome package into a bin, as it would contaminate the whole neighbourhood, the same it did to his fridge. Thus, he called one of the lower ranking officers, handed him the package and told him to jettison it into space.
The officer went on a raid of Leeds system the next day. His Nova torpedo launcher ran out of ammunition after some time. He had nothing to load it with, except George's musty meal. He pressed the "fire" button.
A few moments later, the captain of battleship Oubli was despisingly frowning at his window. It was covered by a mush made up of wet, greasy inside-out moldy things which used to be swimming in a New London sea a few weeks ago, pale chips, dry ketchup, some greenisly-yellow substance and really a lot of turmeric. It resembled a modern art painting.
Something had to be done. He despised modern art. And he cannot and will not allow to be bombarded by fish and chips! He will move a fleet, hit Magellan -- and avenge!
Someone will hopefully clean that window in the meantime.

The Short Story

Pewpew happens between the GRN| and the allied BAF| and [LN] in Magellan system for some really dull and ridiculous reason. Might be fun.

Event Information

Indies allowed, Magellan system, better keep it out of the clouds and rocks.
Time and date: Friday, the 2nd of May, 18:30 GMT. General rules apply. Please try not to bump big ships with small ships. Capital ships are to disengage when all of the opposing side's capital ships have been eliminated. If that side's snubs lose, it ends as a draw. Please try to be kind and fair, and please take care that your RP isn't too insulting.

- Battleship;
- Cruiser;
- Bomber (GRN|Mathis.Launcelot - Cougar (.Flash.));
- Fighter (GRN|Louis.Ledoux - Lynx (Narcotic)) ;
- Fighter (GRN|Gregor.Lambard - Lynx (KeiserDeitz)).

- Battleship;
- Fighter;
- Fighter.

- Cruiser;
- Bomber (BAF|Ens.James.Peterson - Challenger (seven-alpha-one-one)).

- Up to a Gunboat.

- Up to a Gunboat (Snake.Hunter - A BHG Fighter (Snake)).