Ever since this terrible incident in Ile-de-France right at the door of our very homeland and the subsequent chaos among our ranks -that thankfully didn't manage to blast our arduous campaign in Sirius- calmed down, my comrades in the Tricolore have expressed their concern regarding the exponential distancing between the groups composing our armed forces.

The backbone of our fleet focuses on fighting every inch of space out there in Bretonia and performing peace-keeping missions in the Taus, while the Tricolore -which has acted and still acts not only as the Grande Márechal's guard but also as the vanguard wing of the fleet- relies not only in brute yet skilled force, but also in taking a step ahead of the enemy now that the stench of treachery may pollute our people anytime, anywhere.

All in all, if a meeting could be arranged to explain further my proposal of direct cooperation between the Tricolore and the Naval Intelligence to assure completely that no more plots against the King would happen in future, then maybe we'll be able to live long enough to see Liberty as Gallic protectorate.

Depending on how swift the current retrofitting of my Lynx happens, I will attend with it somewhere between Orkney and Auvergne systems. I'll submit the exact coordinates via secure channels.

If I hadn't the ship ready yet, I'll be talking from the bridge of the RNS-Tonnerre. Until then stay safe, madame Directeur.

Cordes outpost? That's better option than exposing the Grenoble.

I shall depart as soon as possible.