Expéditeur: Maître Principal Rupert Davies Destinataire: La Marine Royale Gauloise - Transmission Centre
Sujet: Resignation
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So, you went and did it after all, even after assuring me the englobement was a mere bluff. That it would never be carried out. I guess we all know who the fool is now. You see that fire in the centre of my bridge cam, at the end of the cruiser's beam? That is, sorry was Beeston. My home city is now in ruins, and soon my entire world as well. Everything I fought for is dying, and I will likely follow my people into oblivion soon.
Though I will likely never be privy to your reply, I would still ask... was I always a joke to you? Was I ever anything other than your pet Bretonian, kept on a leash and fed treats to keep him loyal? Did it amuse you to see me, the Good Bretonian, shooting at my own countrymen for a cause you never shared, yet encouraged me to believe? Did you all have a great guffaw whenever I was out of the room, at my stupidity, my naivety? I can't believe I was fool enough to not see it before now.
No matter. I've made my decision. Consider this my resignation. I'm going to New London, to turn myself over to the Queen's justice. Though it will likely mean my death, I still have my what's left of my honour to uphold. I will not meekly accept betrayal, nor will I slink off into the borderworlds under an assumed name to live out my days in shame. I am, after everything, still a Bretonian, and I'll die like one.
I've set this message to delayed delivery. By the time you receive it, I will have already saved who I could, and will be on New London, facing whatever comes next. Don't try following me. I'm done being the King's dancing monkey.
I'll see you all in the deepest circle of hell.
Maître Principal Rupert Davies
Capitaine, RNS Acheron Marine Royale Gauloise