Comm ID:Executive Director Kell Tainer, The Wedjat Subject:Bretonia Location:CLASSIFIED
First I don't know how you learned my proper rank, as that is privy only to Wedjat personnel and High Command. Second, if I may Commodore. I am fully aware of the nature of your orders. While I personally have a problem with them. Considering they a)go against my own code of ethics and b)interfere in Wedjat affairs. Admittedly we do not have an interest in the Gaians. We do however have an interest in Bretonia. So I'll simply re iterate what Admiral Osborne said. Stay silent and stay off grid. The Wedjat is currently engaged in operations in Bretonia (information that is classified above your own personal clearance, frankly), and I do not need the presence of the Immortal complicating our operations. So I advise you to follow your orders to the letter. If any of our personnel are put in jepoardy or lost. I will hold you personally responsible. Do I make myself clear?
Signed,
Executive Director Kell Tainer, Second in Command, Order Wedjat, Adjutant to Admiral Xander Aaron Ainsley Augustus Jacen Bastian Eadbhard Alexander Qayshon Dabney von Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenbergerdorf
I believe you do not remember the times when I was the Fleet Admiral of this fleet after Fleet Admiral Kelt had resigned his post. Your tiny little operations have signed approvals of my seal through my jurisdictional time. I suggest you do your homework better before sending in zealous messages to your officers. Ranks change, ties don't.
Immortal will follow her orders as precisely as they can be done so and her crew understands the ranking system and code of conduct.
Now this is a personal side note for you, Commodore, if you ever threaten me or my ship or my personnel again, you will see that you are not the only one who knows and understands the shadows. Do your job, and do it better.
Commodore Moiraine Damodred
Moiraine looked at her screen to overview her message one more time. Her face was expressionless. The humming of Ishamael was distant today and it didn't disturb her as much as it usually did. She sent the message and looked at Edinburgh's clouds from her observation window at the Commander's Quarters. The reflection of those clouds whirlwinded in her eyes. Some might have called it anger, some might have called it fury. But it was a controlled, deep madness that was lurking behind the look. Her stare was... dangerous and unpredictable. She stared at those clouds for hours without blinking...