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· Sender: Ensign Avril Vidal
· Recipient: N/A - Personal Mission Log
· Subject: Bretonian Armed Forces drew blood in Orkney

During ammunition duty on [GN]GNS-Gaulois the call to assume battle stations hit me like a blunt cold ocean wave.
We did not expect to be challenged. Not here, not in Orkney! I assumed my rotation to be uneventful and routine. It was nothing but. The roaring sound of our Valor's engines resonated all around us as the high velocity positioning maneuvers began. Soon the dawn of battle was upon us.

I was slightly relieved when our internal displays showed only one vessel - a Liberty Battlecruiser flying the flag of the Bretonians. It is true that they have put up great resistance during The War, but this is but one daring intruder, alone in the vastness of Orkney, taking on the pinnacle of Gallic Engineering.

Like a massive unstoppable battering ram our Warwolf kept steadily making our vessel purr with every piercing discharge. There was no time to check if the Combat Information Center made good use of our hard work, but all my job was is that our weapons are being fed fresh ammunition cartridges, control their temperature and make sure they are ready at the CIC's disposal.

As time went a puzzled uncertainty came over me - the call that the hostile vessel was quickly disabled like we all expected just wasn't coming. How could that be? Out manned and outgunned, their commander seemed suicidal in attacking us. Was there a reason for his over confidence afterall? I managed to peek a glimpse at the sceen that monitored our weaponry's trajectory. The space between the two vessels was lit up like sky above New Paris on New Year's Eve, Warfolf projectiles married with the shower of the rest of our arsenal covered the view and my confidence returned. For only a short while, as I have then seen the enemy ship. Although smaller and weaker, it was agile, it seemed like a dolphin amongst waves, dodging the sheer amount of destruction our Valor sent it's way.

This was not going well.

Soon our vessel started shaking as the nimble enemy has penetrated our shield and started testing the resolve of our Valor's hull with it's mortars. We did a great job, reloading our weapons as fast as we could. The heat started to become unbearable as the kinetic energy from the Mortars heated our hull, the heat only intensifying with the relentless activity from our own weaponry.

And then, it happened...was it overconfidence, was it something I did? The little ship kept biting, poking, until there was no choice but to ring the bells of defeat. Our Valor drifting, harmed, had to lick it's wounds and retreat to the defensive shield of Issodun. Foolish now seems granting the Bounty Hunters to take ovcer Fort Albi - they will be no help and can't be trusted to take on the Bretonian nimble and daring shark that so hummiliated our vessel.

No, this is our fight. I do not know what else I could have done to prevent this upset. Perhaps I can climb, I can work hard. For Gallia, for my own sake. To one day be the person that gives the commands that lead victory even against an opponent like this.

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Avril Vidal
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