10th MacDuff Defence Fleet Command - Commodore C. Brooks

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Commodore eh?

Guess your the new CO. Shame, I liked Bloom. Good fella.

It's now you notice the room. It's Brooks' office. His muddy boots sit, crossed, upon the desk. He's seems to have a glass of something, and in the corner of the transmission you note the wine cabinet open, a bottle un-corked on the mantle. Behind him, you notice the wooden box of expensive cigars open, the smoke drifting from the ashtray

I guess that means, you got me. You may have heard of the 358th, you may not. Check your access, ye should be able to now. We're a special ops wing. Suicide missions our specialty... or we was. I'm currently the only one. Admiral Driscoll was the last one, and he's retired now.

What I need now, is you to help me fill it. Bloom didn't get to, but I'm sure you will. I need a Navigator, a Weapons Specialist, the best pilot this side of Sirius, and a someone who knows the Gauls. Not much I ask of you. In return, the 358th, just like the wing of the past, will take on high risk missions to cripple the Gauls, just say the word.

Hope you can help love,

Commander Jack Briggs
358th Flight Wing - CO
Bretonian Armed Forces

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[Cashew]

-=Incoming Transmission=-

From: Commodore Charlotte Brooks
To: Commander Jack Briggs
Priority: Medium
Encryption: High

"Mr Briggs,

Firstly, get those slabs of meat off of my desk."She sighs "Regarding your wing, I'm sure I can find someone that meets the requirements. Oh and it's Ma'am, not love." She pauses for a moment "If there is anything your wing should require, feel free to contact me and we can arrange something."

Commodore Charlotte Brooks
Commanding Officer of the 10th MacDuff Fleet
Commanding Officer of Her Majesties Merchant Navy
Bretonian Armed Forces

-=Transmission Terminated=-

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