Sirius Federation Officer's Club

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Admiral Brackenbury looked into the bar with a particularly nasty feeling in his stomach. He had launched a large scale excursion against some Corsairs in Cambridge today, and came out on the bad side of it. He kept trying to defend himself by saying that the intelligence he had was bad, but Brackenbury knew deep down that the miserable attack had been his doing. His fault.

He had attacked a small installation at about 1100 hours in order to eliminate the Corsair presence. However, he had decided against sending the actual Sierra in, and just sent in bombers. It should have been a simple fight, but instead, several squadrons of Corsairs had settled in there. When the SF bombers and fighters engaged, he received several distress calls during a meeting with some of the royalty. It had been a simple report about the actions of hostiles in Cambridge. How selfish of me, Brackenbury thought as he looked back on it again. He walked toward Joanne, and ordered three vodkas, and downed them within seconds.

Many of the fighters and bombers had been crippled, many destroyed. Luckily, by the time the Sierra got into the combat zone, he had only lost three pilots. While there were still about two squadrons fighting, they were heavily outnumbered, thus he rescued the crippled fighters, the injured pilots, and pulled in those remaining capable of a fight last. Soon after, he pulled out as his shields and hull were being pummeled by the base, and went to help treat the wounded.

Jeff Kerrigan walked into the bar, where he spotted Brackenbury, and walked to him.

"What do you want, hon?" Joanne called.

"One of your best gin's all I need," Kerrigan called back. Joanne delivered him his drink when he turned to his friend. "We all have to make mistakes, Edmund, it's just how it works. There's no way you could have known that they would have encountered that kind of resistance. Besides, only five pilots were lost. That's a great number in this situation."

"Five?" Kerrigan said, surprised and angry at the same time. "I thought we only lost three." Kerrigan responded,

"Only lost three out in space, but two more died in the trauma bays during resuscitation. They were pretty bad."

Brackenbury looked at the bar, "I should have known better. If I had brought Sierra in, we would have had the initial strength, and probably the win. Instead, I killed five of my pilots that probably wouldn't have died."

"This is the military, people are going to die, Edmund," Kerrigan said. Brackenbury looked back at his friend.

"Yeah, but when they die because of my mistake, it's different. They died in a fruitless attempt. Did you just get off the ship?"

Kerrigan looked at the other, "Yep, had to transfer our most critical patients out. About 75% of them had to be transferred to a planet side hospital. They should all be fine, though, most were stable when transferred. Also, remember, we've always got Sin|Tech to help put them back together again."

"Gee, that makes me feel a whole lot better, Jeff," Brackenbury added with a hint of sarcasm. "Let's get everyone a drink. We drink to our fallen heroes today!" Brackenbury walked up to the bar and ordered 35 drinks from Mike.

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Retired
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