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| − | This continued for two weeks, but still no hostile contacts reported in Bretonia. I was... ambitious man. These circumstances allowed me to raise my true potential. Simulations were insufficient. To be honest, I wanted real action(That is my temperament, isn't it?) My plan of escape was completed in two hours. It was purely simplified, when Admiral Benford ordered us to scout Northumberland Ice Cloud, Newcastle. This was a pretty big cloud with wrecks underneath, and we can lose everyone who will have a course-plot error. I made my 'error' spontaneously. It was not too hard, but not easy too, because every pilot of Armed Forces counts as ten of them, especially, the ardent ones. Others will start search operation immediately. So, if we sum it up, I was all alone in Newcastle field, the sun was high above me, scanners were turned off because of their energy emission. | + | This continued for two weeks, but still no hostile contacts reported in Bretonia. I was... ambitious man. These circumstances allowed me to raise my true potential. Simulations were insufficient. To be honest, I wanted real action(That is my temperament, isn't it?) My plan of escape was completed in two hours. It was purely simplified, when Admiral Benford ordered us to scout Northumberland Ice Cloud, Newcastle. (Newcastle was pretty new system in Bretonia, though, the explorers are already claimed it as ours.) This was a pretty big cloud with wrecks underneath, and we can lose everyone who will have a course-plot error. I made my 'error' spontaneously. It was not too hard, but not easy too, because every pilot of Armed Forces counts as ten of them, especially, the ardent ones. Others will start search operation immediately. So, if we sum it up, I was all alone in Newcastle field, the sun was high above me, scanners were turned off because of their energy emission. |
"ShipLog, March, 2. 800 A.S. Retired LtCdr. Joule" | "ShipLog, March, 2. 800 A.S. Retired LtCdr. Joule" | ||
Revision as of 08:41, 12 November 2009
| Augustin-Louis Joule | |
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| Profile | |
| Origin |  Bretonia
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| Affiliation | The Order |
| The time of service in the Order Primary fleet | 813 A.S. - Today |
| Rank | Lieutenant |
| Born | April 17 782 A.S., Planet Cambridge (Age 36) |
Augustin-Louis Joule was born on 17'th of April, 791 A.S. He is former retired Lieutenant Commander of Bretonia Armed Forces. He is ambitious man, who sometimes stated tasks above his level of capabilities, but this time was too overwhelming, and he decided to join force, which would be much more important than serving for protection of Queen of Bretonia. He believed his skills of fighting will help this force saving whole galaxy. Almost one thing that he believes in is 'greater good', without looking whether it will be easy, or tough duty. Those attributes helped him to get in honorable faction, The Order.
Carina, Regina, Imperatrix
..."Good work, lieutenant Joule" - said Admiral Benford. "For the Queen! For the Imperatrix!"...
I was promoted to Lieutenant Commander. That was a great day in my life. I really felt happiness, all my 'majority' in Armed Forces. Though, my talent to command wasn't lost. That inspired me even more to continue my service for Queen's protection and sake.
"Personal journal, January 2. New age, 800 A.S. LtCdr. Joule"
I felt a disturbance in Armed Forces High Command. Pressure was increasing, my talent still couldn't do much of overall potential, orders have been given to spread out through all Bretonia borders. Seemingly, it should be something about major pirate attack, or something similar. But suddenly chains were broken. This pressure on us wasn't from fairy tales, as I suspected. Something(or someones), called 'Nomads', was already attacking several houses. These were all others, except of Bretiona. So we are here, and we must defend Her Majesty, this is our task. But obviously, Her Majesty is in safety, so our secondary objective is to defeat anything that threatens Bretonia.
"ShipLog, February, 17. 800 A.S. LtCdr. Joule"
This continued for two weeks, but still no hostile contacts reported in Bretonia. I was... ambitious man. These circumstances allowed me to raise my true potential. Simulations were insufficient. To be honest, I wanted real action(That is my temperament, isn't it?) My plan of escape was completed in two hours. It was purely simplified, when Admiral Benford ordered us to scout Northumberland Ice Cloud, Newcastle. (Newcastle was pretty new system in Bretonia, though, the explorers are already claimed it as ours.) This was a pretty big cloud with wrecks underneath, and we can lose everyone who will have a course-plot error. I made my 'error' spontaneously. It was not too hard, but not easy too, because every pilot of Armed Forces counts as ten of them, especially, the ardent ones. Others will start search operation immediately. So, if we sum it up, I was all alone in Newcastle field, the sun was high above me, scanners were turned off because of their energy emission.
"ShipLog, March, 2. 800 A.S. Retired LtCdr. Joule"
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Flight to the allies and adventures
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Recruiting to The Order
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Service to The Order. Operation 'Black Widow'.
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