Message Class: Audio-Visual
Encryption: Glenlivet
From: Admiral John Redmond
Admiral McKinley,
A somewhat drunk John Redmond appears, not drunk enough to slur his words, and still of reasonable state of mind, but not looking all that sharp and short a few inhibitions.
McKinley, I hope you like your new position sitting next to a gate construction site after several months of protecting a system without a working gate, must make for a considerable change of pace. Well, wake up your boys and girls and get them moving, the real McCoy is afoot, and the Stirling has shat itself and died, leaving you with a wheel barrow worth of dogshite on your plate and you must not spill it all over our faces.
Johns turn of phrase was growing more erratic the more he spoke, and this fact was not lost on him.
Long story short, help out in Exeter, storm in if the planet is threatened, and make sure the gate is finished. And, I don't give a flying monkey if you have to set the entire Torfaen Asteroid Field on fire if you have to, those degenerate dog fondlers the Molly's had a hand in the attack on the Stirlng and I want you to twist every one of their nipples til they burst, do you hear me?
John stood up prematurely before his message outro played and a nearby bottle broke audibly.
Regards,
Admiral John Redmond
Dreadnought Venerable, Essex Battlegroup
Bretonian Armed Forces