I am Jean-Pierre de Malet, the former captain of the Gallic Royal Navy Cruiser La Rochelle. You are no doubt aware of my public disgrace. No apology can ever be enough to alleviate the shame I have brought upon my family, and myself. But it is the dishonour I have wrought upon the reputation of the Royal Navy of which I feel the greatest guilt.
I love my country, and that my actions have endangered Gallia and my King, the thought sickens me to my core. I must make amends for the Battle of Montpellier, for I feel that my personal failure played no small part in our humiliating defeat.
I wish to form a volunteer unit within the Gallic Royal Navy, consisting of disgraced aristocrats such as myself who are willing to fight as common soldiers to regain our lost honour. We would of course be under the full command of any Gallic Royal Navy officer in the field.
The unit would be known as "Les Enfants Perdus", LEP|. My family motto "L'honneur nous unit" would become the motto of the unit. We would fly only the XJ-2 "Serval" Gallic Heavy Fighter, equipped and funded out of the remnants of our own fortunes.
I ask you, as one of noble birth to another, to grant my humble request such that I may regain my honour, or die an honourable death in battle.
[Incoming Transmission]
[Target ID: Jean-Pierre de Malet]
[Comm ID: Crown Prince Joseph DeFrance]
A holographic image of a man that was leaning forwards, his elbows on the table. One arm was straight up and down, his chin resting in his hand. His other hand drummed the table gently.
"Bonjour Monsieur Malet,
The Grand Marshall is rather busy with her bath, one could say."
A smile crept across his face, but as quickly as it appeared it disappeared. Resting his hand that was holding his head up. He pushed himself to his feet and stepped around the table. His uniform was royal blue with the royal insignia above his right breast.
"Monsieur Malet. We are well aware of your retreat during the battle, a cowardly act that brought shame to you and your families name. If it was up to me you'd be exiled."
The Prince smirked gently and picked up a nearby wine glass with his right hand, slipping his left hand into his left pant pocket.
"Quite a shame you have to live with, after all, I find it amusing that you'll be living with that shame until the day you die. Hopefully that'll be shortly..."
He trailed off taking a sip of wine, though continued to stare off into the projector that was recording him. He lowered the glass from his lips.
"Did I say that out loud? Of course I did."
He raised the glass of wine once more to his lips and took a deeper sip, before lowering it and setting it down on the table.
"Now that I'm done insulting you, back to business shall we? You wish to create the Les Enfrants Perdus. What an honorable way to die. I'm liking you already, Monsieur."
He laughed lightly before returning to a more serious expression.
"A dishonored noble such as yourself shouldn't be given such a worthy cause. Consider creating the unit if you wish. I will have Duke Moreau contact you on further arrangements."
He smiled and took a few steps towards the projector and shut it off.
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