*The screen flashes with Fontaine's comm-sig momentarily, then reveals the man himself.
Bonjour.
This is contre-amirl et Chambellan Fontaine reporting in again. Today was filled with progress -- meaningful progress and a steady reversal of enemy forces. Some Crayterian rabble attempted to disrupt the forces of the Occupation Authority in orbit of Planet Leeds. The Marine Royale's better units -- Force Majeure, Mont-saint-Michel, Ressentiment and the reserve dreadnought Gaulgall were confronted by a disorganized bomber squadron. We also had a repair ship on standby, but the clever foes managed to eliminate it relatively early into the skirmish. When it came to the main course, the enemy forces put on an effort of trying to land torpedoes against us. While the Ressentiment was damaged by their torpedoes it remained fully functional and was able to screen off most of the attempted enemy harassment. We retaliated with distinction, slapping away the Bretonian bomber involved with a well-placed trebuchet shot. The enemy attempted psychological warfare tactics against us, but they were UTTERLY DEFEATED by SUPERIOR Gallic taunting postures and phrasing. Even their deployment of a civilian freelance jester was insufficient to aid them in this category, and he was peppered into the local dust clouds by Michel's secondary defense battery. The Crayterians themselves were a bit more stubborn, and did not meet their end in this engagement like the others -- nonetheless, they fled like dogs once they realized the futility of standing against the champions of the Roi.
After the combat concluded, I took the Felin Majestique on an expedition through more civilized space. The continued encroachment of the Conseillard swine concerns me, but the change in orbital scenery was rather engaging. It's no wonder EFL's established this quaint little outpost out here in Zurich. Hopefully it all works out to some degree of benefit.