To: Bretonian Armed Forces High Command

[AlphaWolf215]

*The feed is filled with static, as it begins to clear up a little the video flickers through the static, the speakers playing the noise of war. Gunfire, cannons, cry's of men all flood the background*

Vice Admiral Hirlerman

*Static, then the strong Bretonian accent of the gruff gentleman in the video comes back through*

Your offer is appreciated sah, the boys could do with a small pick me up, and we'll always accept what aid we can get.

I cannot disclose our current location, and must request you maintain radio silence once you hit the atmosphere! Damned frogs will piggy back any transmission we send. Little tip for you, the waves are smaller nearest the shore.

*More gunfire, some screams, and the shelling stops. Williams can be heard shouting "wrap it up, we're moving on" before he comes back from the static*

The landing zone will only be open once a week. Perhaps you can organise distribution with other columns across the planet.

God speed Vice Admiral, it sure aint pretty down here.

*The feed goes back to static as it's tuned out*