Matok was furious as he stood with a balled fist in one hand and instinct causing him to reach for his dagh'tagh in his belt. Noticing it, Doc stopped him from an act of brutality but couldn't stop his bellowing reply as he glared at the Major.
"Old fool?" he bellowed, pointing a finger at him, "I am no fool you insolent p'tagh! You of all people here should know about what happens when people sit idly buy. Look at what Kusari has done to Bretonia. I will not venture into Gallia looking for a war but I will damn sure give them one if they so much as look at me funny!" He then stopped for a second and added, "...which I get a lot anyway!"
He then took a breath and turned to Victor, a bit more calm mannered, "I will not seek a war but I know these types, they will and when they do, I will spare them no mercy." He then glared back at the Major, "I guess I can save my tactics for later!"
He then turned to his admiral, "As I said earlier, watch the route from Edinburgh. There is little to stop any advance through it. I have personally charted from the Orkney minefield, through the Lewis System in Edinburgh. Besides a few overmatched Gaians, there is nothing to stop them. I would say much the same of Dublin.......for now. The Mollys are good but outnumbered. Maybe if they put aside difference with the Bretonian Crown, they can make a better defense. The way I see it, the Gallics will be on two of our doorsteps, Baffin and Omega 49. We have work to do."
He finished speaking. Rather than continue arguing with the Major, he took his drink and went outside for some air to simmer himself down.
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