*Clarissa massages the bridge of her nose before putting her glasses back on and looking into the camera* Good evening gentle men and women of the Bretonian Police and Armed forces respectively. I am Clarissa Carrington, the new CEO of Planetform Incorporated, 'planetform you say? whats that?' trust me the joke is old hat by now.
*she sighs and presses a button on her desk which brings up 4 holograms for the ship Hussar, Paladin, Templar, and Challenger respectively* I am contacting you for your assistance in the times we face, I realise my predecessors were never seemed to appreciate their Bretonian heritage and seemed more like it should be something kept quiet, I however do not share this line of thinking. The Planetform I bring you has been reigned in, its old mass shed and born anew. *She grinned, pushing her glasses put a little, getting herself back on track* Ah yes the ships.
Planetform humbly requests the use of our nations finest fighter technology. The same technology that many fools will shun as ugly or inferior, bah! I understand if few ships can be spared, in the face of the Garlic invasion. However, we are willing of course to pay in full for the use of said vessels and will be treating them with the affection of ones own children.
In the dark times we face, I believe we must face them together, several of our contracts have stagnated as a result of the war, we require these ships to keep on schedule and to help Planetform support the Bretonian economy and maintain projects such as Harris, Sprague and California Minor. Shining through the triple shadow of the Corsair, Gaian and Gallic webs of terror