The Admiral had already poured his recently delivered glass of brandy out of the window by the time the student had arrived. That stuff was horrific. He made sure to spill some on his sleeve, though. Appearances and all that.
"Enlistment...hmm... no, I don't think so, kiddo."
Andrews shook his head...
"You're studying Gravitational Engineering... marks look decent so far... you should be applying to be an officer, Moss."
He took his pen and scored over the application, changing a few things.
"Right, there's a problem with your application, though..."
He squinted, before continuing quietly,
"Why did we lose Stokes and Glasgow, Mister Moss?"