Communication ID: an embarrassed Admiral Christina Robinson
To: Lt Bluebelly
I misread your first request, I apologise. It appears I need to slow down after trying to clear my desk of Phelps' paperwork.
Your request for a Liberty gunboat is granted, and feel free to pick up an avenger if ever you need one.
Sorry for wasting your time.
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Communication ID: Admiral Christina Robinson
To: The guy who recently lost his office to me. Which means, Admiral Phelps.
You do realise, one day my nice shiny iron-tipped boot is going to go straight where the sun-don't-shine!
But I will let you have your way for now, despite trying to bypass me on the issuing this order. However, the war is imminent, and I will draw back our forces the instant hostilities start in earnest. Whether you like it, or not.
And give that soldier 'Clone' a good hiding when you see him in space. His assumptions of what we should be doing are starting to look like insubordination. Now I don't know about you, but I wont stand for this.