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Sender:Willows, Sarah - Commodore Recipients:All Liberty Forces, especially the Captain of the LNS Atlanta and the Captain of the LNS Brookstone
I'm on shoreleave.
SHORELEAVE!
Do you idiots have any idea what that means? No?
It means I'm not supposed to hold your hands at this damn point in time.
But then I hear of some random Officers cluttering our communications channels.
Some two Captains of some two ships.
Then I see this here mess.
Very well then you morons.
The Liberty Navy Ships ATLANTA and BROOKSTONE are hereby ordered into drydock at Norfolk.
Both are to remain there until our investigation into this matter is complete. IF those ships are seen operating in open space, they are to be ordered back to Norfolk right away. IF the Captains, those two idiots who ruin my day, refuse to do so...
Well.
I am hereby authorizing to use [color=#FF6666]LETHAL FORCE in order to make sure,
that the Captains and those ships don't run around rampant in [color=#CCFFFF]LIBERTY SPACE and act like complete morons 24/7.
In other words, if you spot the ships in space, order them to Norfolk.
If they refuse, TURN THOSE THINGS INTO A PILE OF SPACEDUST.
Furthermore, both Captains and the crews of those ships are to be taken into custody at the first opportunity. IF they refuse to do so, they are to be treated like traitors, and I want them executed on the damn spot.
You two there, Captain I-don't-care-what-your-damn-name-is, and Captain I-don't-care-about-wasting-resources-by-sending-my-big-ship-after-two-fighters or whatever,
I'm giving you ONE CHANCE, a SINGLE DAMN CHANCE to solve this matter in private.
Any more messages here with your trash, and I will be riverdancing on whatever's left of your corpses once I'm done with you.
As for the rest, Admiral Hale will review all your reports you lot, I'm not doing it this time.