[font=Agency FB][color=#FFFFFF]PRIORITY: [color=#33FF33]Medium ENCRYPTION:LOW COMM ID:Fleet Admiral David Hale TARGET ID:All [LN] personel. SUBJECT:Promotions and demotions
Thie is Fleet Admiral Hale speaking.
We have made a few adjustments in ranks of late.
Lieutenant Tom Preager has been promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Commander. Congratulations on the promotion Preager. you have dmeostrated extreme aptitude in combat, while maintaining a steady mindset and showing respect to your surperiours. You're a fine officer.
Recruit George Walker has completed his training and been promoted to the rank of Ensign.
And sadly one of our number has earnt himself a demotion. Lieutenant Commander Kentaurus Toliman has failed to comply with standard operating proceedure regarding measure in use of force and as such has been demoted to Lieutenant.
Small report before I go to the Titty Twister. I mean, the Academy.
Today I was flying a patrol when I was contacted that some Rheinlanders were near Manhattan.
So I went there. Soon, a fight broke out between some LN fighters, including me, and the strudel munchers.
I nailed one with guns. But my sister called me in mid fight so I didn't have a free hand to get a guncam recording, seeing as I was piloting my ship, emptying a bottle of Raging Headache Beer and calling with my sister.
by this time I had finished my beer so I was able to make a snapshot of the kill.
The 3rd guy was about to explode. But I had to disengage. Engine troubles. Plus my sister called again. His ship was falling to pieces though. I'd be amased if he made it back to Strudel Land.
Oh yeah, if anyone wants to help with moving my dear sister to her new house, drop me a line. She has these wooden closets. man! they break your spine clean in half. and that damn dog of hers...
anyway, just now I restocked the Fires with ammo, rations and <strike>brandy </strike>other vital suppies. She is ready to go at it again. But Admiral Willows, finally realising what an epic asset I am, decided to give me and the crew the day off.
So, waving my brandy whilst surrounded by a drunken (and stripping) crew and listening crappy hip hop music, I bid you all adios.
Sender:Willows, Sarah - Admiral Location:Battleship Overlord, Planet Manhattan, lower orbit Recipients:The Liberty Navy, especially the High Command
*Willows appears on the screen, sitting in the command seat on the Overlord's bridge, hair tied up in the back, wearing a fresh uniform.*
"Fleet Admiral Hale, Admiral MacTavish, Vice Admiral Anderson and Commodore Robinson, good evening.
I'll, well, I'll simply make it short and get to the juicy bit.
I, Sarah Willows, Admiral of the Liberty Navy, Primary Fleet, current commanding officer of the Battleship Overlord, would like to request my demotion to the rank of Captain."
*She pauses to straighten her jacket for a moment.*
"Before you ask, my reasons are my own, and they're not really your damn business, so I'll just jump to the business-related part.
As for the work regarding the Security Force, my part of that job is already done, and the rest would've rested in your capable hands anyway.
Same goes for any other work I got involved in as a member of the High Command, like the recent issue with the Temporary Autonomous Zoners.
I am certain that once that one time period has passed, without incident, you will easily be able to handle the following negotiations.
You see, I did what my position allowed me to do, and anything beyond that point is something that involves decisions I am not in the position of making, and I do not wish to be in said position anyway, so, my job's done.
Furthermore, I'd like to remain the commanding officer of the Overlord, since...
Well, you and I know that it's my damn ship and the crew might have a problem with taking orders from anyone but Commander MacElroy and myself.
Ma'am, I'm sad to hear you request a demotion, but perhaps one day in the future you can retake the role? Well, if you insist on moving to the rank of Captain, it'll be nice to have a fellow Captain in command of a Dreadnought, perhaps the San Francisco and the Overlord can do some training manoeuvres together sometime?
-Seth.
[Encryption removed.]
[Main message start]
The Siege Cruiser Redwood City, latest addition to the San Francisco battlegroup, was launched today for her shakedown run. Everything went according to plan, except a small messup at San Jacinto when the turrets weren't cleared for installation on the ship ((//The idiot I bought it from neglected to leave it with full guard rep >.<)) but that was soon cleared with the help of Captain Gafymm on the LNS Michigan.
I recently submitted a proposal to Admiral Hale about integrating the secondary fleet into battlegroups under the seasoned commanders and captains, us providing training to them. If I could have a response to this idea, I would appreciate it.
Incoming Transmission:
Origin: LNS-Ingham, Manhattan Orbit
Speaker: Captain Giovanni Marshall
Salutations,
Today was an utter failure on my part. The gunboat evaded our range of the Solaris, and was not destroyed, however it had fled. The bombers had torn us apart due to lack of reconaisannce, and thankfully Willows and others had covered our escape to Manhattan. This was their glorious day. We will be refitted with 6 Primary Turrets.
Transmission; Start
Identification: Commodore Christina Robinson
Location: New York system, Battleship Durango, Low Manhattan Orbit
Quote:Regarding the LNS-Ingham;
Well, it seems like this particular Captain, instead of responding like a man to the private message that he was sent, decided to throw the toys out of his pushchair and cause me a hassle.
Which means that this particular fellow and his commission are detained until further notice.
If you see the LNS-Ingham in space, feel free to call in the heavies and bring it down.
Equally, I shall get to work on changing his transponder remotely...
Captain Marshall, your actions of late have stepped over the line one too many times. I suggest you moor your ship at Norfolk and await one of the Liberty Navy High Command to contact you regarding your future in the Liberty Navy. If you and your crew do not comply, you will be brought down using the excessive force that you deem appropriate to administer to everyone else.
[font=Agency FB][color=#FFFFFF]PRIORITY: [color=#33FF33]Medium ENCRYPTION:HIGH COMM ID:Fleet Admiral David Hale TARGET ID:Sarah Willows, Battleship Overlord. SUBJECT:Your wishes.
Hello Sarah.
First, I know you'll have a dig at me for it, but I want to thank you for the work you've done. It's saved me a huge amount of my time, and possibly sanity. I hope I haven't taken it for granted.
As to you wanting to be demoted to the rank of Captain, I'll sort that (and the paperwork for it) out in the morning. You've more than done your bit, and if you want less responsibility, then that's fine with myself, Christy, Anderson and Ryan. You're welcome to it, if it's what you want.
Tell Mac he owes me fifteen credits from last week's poker, and I'll see you at Bragg soon enough I'm sure.
[color=#FFFFFF]PRIORITY:[color=#33FF33] Medium SOURCE:*Error...Unknown* TARGET: Liberty Navy, Liberty Police Inc. Liberty Security Force COMM ID: =LSF=Julia.Wolfe SUBJECT: A slippery character
The notorious criminal known as Phate escaped yet again, he managed to take out a Navy bomber belonging to the secondary fleet. He then brought his guns to bare on me. We had a long dogfight until he then entered the trade lane stating the stalemate was boring. I agreed with him but if one of the supporting ships managed to disable the lane he would not have escaped. Ah well, we will get him soon enough. That is all...
Miss Julia Wolfe
Associate Deputy Director
Liberty Security Force
As of sometime yesterday, both the Siege Cruiser [LN]-LNS-Florida and Assault Cruiser [LN]-LNS-Groom.Lake are in operation.
The large armour upgrade on the Groom Lake is still being installed and supplies for the supercomputers onboard are being collected. However, full offensive combat capabilities are available if in dire need.
'Sup. Sub-Lieutenant Willows here, although higher rank than Miss Hale.
Was workin' my way up from that rusty ol' chair after some heavy drinkin' at Baltimore Bar. And as usual, the day gets frickin' ruined, because there dun go a day in Liberty without a sissy cryin' for help.
Four of 'em runnin' 'bout like headless chickens! Whoppy-frakkin'-hey! And guess what? Two of those Navy-fellas' were already there. So, I throw myself in to the party and Preager arrives shortly thereafter.