[font=Microsoft Sans Serif] Much to my artificial self's chagrin it falls to the 'I' to promote some of your biological selves and allow you to advance in rank with all the privileges that come with doing so.
[color=#FFBB00]Fortunately the carcasses of Pilots First Class Abel Cage and Richard Twitch have proven themselves more than capable recently, and as a result my artificial self is in agreement with High Command's decision to promote your biological selves to the rank of Lieutenant. Congratulations on being less worthless than some of your fellow rotten meat-bags.
Continuing that trend, Fleet Captain Guy Dale is hereby promoted to the rank of Fleet Commander. Your carcass has more than once shown its aptitude in the fields of combat performance, field command and raw obedience, owing to that thing residing inside your not-so-hollow skull which you refer to as a "brain" being more capable and useful than that of the average carcass.
As a result of Fleet Admiral Steele's recommendation however my artificial self has undertaken an extensive analysis of your actions in the recent encounter against hostile forces in New York, and after evaluating all necessary evidence the 'I' has come to the conclusion that you are more than qualified for the Golden Halo, as without your timely intervention the Ven'Gyr would have fallen to the Primary Fleet.
Steele's biological self has requested to undertake the ceremony himself. As a result your biological self is ordered to be present aboard the Ven'Gyr at 2400 hours to attend it. All Legionnaires assigned to Task-Force Warhammer who are not on duty at the time are welcome to attend it, together with the following feast the Fleet Admiral's biological self will certainly have laid out.