Post by Greywall on Feb 17, 2023 8:02:06 GMT -5
The rain misted his face, damping his beard and forming small beads on his furrowed brow. Blue eyes watched as a convoy of supply ships geared back east toward Sepedia, having refueled the fleet as it remained in the open ocean just outside of Frannerre controlled waters.
The 78th Royal fleet had stationed itself to protect Lusatian shipping, but really it was here to appease hawks in parliament and remind the spider, the stag was watching.
Admiral Paul McBeale wiped his face and returned to the bridge of his flag ship RGS Ophelia, a Saban class battleship that centered itself in the fleet group. From their perched position they monitored traffic, gathered news from civilian ships and made sure the Lusatians were safe. McBeale walked into the bridge and grabbed a cup of coffee waiting for him on a desk, “bloody time of it ain’t it?” He muttered to his first mate, first mate Dorrington nodded and kept to his duties, he knew the admiral didn’t really want a response. McBeale had his group ready for combat if the Kumo dared challenge them in the open sea, but he doubted it.
The operation was expensive, burning staol and having sailors and ships sit on a trade lane into frannerre wasnt ideal. But McBeale knew the costs of not doing anything at all.
The 78th Royal fleet had stationed itself to protect Lusatian shipping, but really it was here to appease hawks in parliament and remind the spider, the stag was watching.
Admiral Paul McBeale wiped his face and returned to the bridge of his flag ship RGS Ophelia, a Saban class battleship that centered itself in the fleet group. From their perched position they monitored traffic, gathered news from civilian ships and made sure the Lusatians were safe. McBeale walked into the bridge and grabbed a cup of coffee waiting for him on a desk, “bloody time of it ain’t it?” He muttered to his first mate, first mate Dorrington nodded and kept to his duties, he knew the admiral didn’t really want a response. McBeale had his group ready for combat if the Kumo dared challenge them in the open sea, but he doubted it.
The operation was expensive, burning staol and having sailors and ships sit on a trade lane into frannerre wasnt ideal. But McBeale knew the costs of not doing anything at all.