Transmission; Start
Identification: Commodore Christina Robinson
Location: New York system, West Point military academy
Sarah Willows;
You and your jumped up crew are a disgrace to the Liberty Navy. Your own executive officer, drunk at the comms console claiming you were dancing. I can only imagine how embarrassed the entire crew of the Durango feel having to limp back to dock, put there by the louts you assigned to crew that Dreadnought.
I can't believe your man, MacElroy, had the nerve to bring my wardrobe habits into question, even after being told repeatedly to keep his thoughts and his feelings to his god-damned self! It's insulting to be talked down to by an Dublinner who's so pissed he can't even stand upright, let alone from the bridge of one of Liberty's finest dreadnoughts.
I sincerely hope that when Fleet Admiral Hale gets to his chat with you, that he bears the appauling conduct of yourself and your crew in mind when he rips that Admiral pin from your collar.
But if he doesnt, then only one thing will be left unsaid. And since I don't like to keep my thoughts to myself, here it is.