Naval Command HQ (Open to anyone requiring 'Admiralty')

[MrKill]

Admiral Eric Klix
Naval Command HQ
New Alexandria

Admiral Klix strode into the briefing room where Admiral Vardy and Captain York would meet him to discuss the promotion of a certain Captain to Rear Admiral Lower Half. Though Klix though there were to many Admiral's operating out of the Reach garrison and clustered into one to many fleets, it wasn't his call to make. Reach was commanded by a Fleet Admiral and thus his immediate superior had made the call. Eric was just here to congratulate the soon to be newly minted Rear Admiral.

"Admiral, sir." A MP saluted as the Admiral passed, who also returned the salute. The man closed the door behind Klix and left the room in the familiar silence a briefing room was granted when it wasn't in use. Klix took his moment to sit down at the primary chair, the most center one of five that the Admiralty used to brief their officers or get a debriefing from them. Klix cleared his throat and begun reading some files on his tactical pad, mainly the progress of his ships repairs.

While the veteran Lieutenant Commander that transferred over during the previous space battle did an amazing job short of magic with his repair teams, it just wasn't enough to rival what the abilities of a space born repair dock could do. The Iowa arrived in the Epsilon Eridani System with a repaired spine but the damage to the super structure was irreparable with the resources they had on them at the time. Back at Reach, however, she was already showing promising progress.

The damaged decks from the spine to the outer hull was roughly 415 meters and several decks between them. The space docks had already repaired two hundred meters worth of that diameter, but the expenditure of resources for the repair was significant. Eric was almost considering scrapping the repairs and the entire ship together, and taking over command of the second built Marathon II - the Athenian. He'd be taking it from a friend, yes, but he knew he'd be okay with a standard Marathon. They were still very capable warships.

Eric sat back in his chair and put the tactical pad down on the table. No, he wasn't sacrificing anything. With two Marathon II's in service the UNSC actually had a vessel that was capable of going head to head with anything larger than a CCS Battle Cruiser. Thought the Marathon's were effective ships they just couldn't tango with the Reverence classes like the Marathon II's could. Even then, there had only been two engagements where the Marathon II had fought a Reverence.

The UNSC needed the behemoth ships, even if the repair cost to fix the damaged Iowa was projected around the same material consumption of a brand new Charon Class Frigate. That was a lot of material but in argument sake the Marathon II was ten times more effective than any Frigate in combat. Was it fair, though, to use the material the UNSC could have used to built a new frigate to repair an aging Cruiser? Eric shook the thoughts of out of his mind with a mental shrug and returned to the task at hand.

He quickly read over Captain Yorks file, waiting for the men to arrive.

[David]

Admiral David Vardy

Naval Command HQ

New Alexandria

As his boots clipped along the thinly carpeted hallway, David took another glance around at his surroundings. The hall itself had paintings of old generals and war scenes, famous battlefields, long forgotten to the sands of time. It made David think of his recent encounter. How would history remember him? He was shot in front of his bridge crew by a crewman who didn't believe in his abilities. How long would it be until someone else decided the same? It caused David pain to think about it. He had lost many an hour sleep ever since he got back, wondering how else he could have gotten what he needed done.

Shaking his head, He had no time for such thoughts. Regret was a luxury saved for when the war was over. His crew, Humanity, needed him at his best. In truth, David wondered if he was past his prime. Getting too old for duty, making stupid mistakes. But his commander and others had quickly beaten down those thoughts with re-assurance that he was, in fact still a sharp and decent tactician.

Shrugging, He immediately regretted doing so, His injury still healing, He had gotten back to Reach and was immediately taken to Reach's finest hospital, Fixing damage done by the bullet. They had told him he was lucky. That the bullet, somehow missed vital organs. He wasn't too sure how he had managed. Perhaps a guardian angel was watching over him. Who knew?

Another concern of Vardy's was his ship. He knew Admiral Klix's ship was by far the worst shape, His had taken a good beating as well. Requiring refit of 60% of the electrical systems as well as replacement of one of the reactors. 40% of his armor plating was gone, melted by torpedoes and other explosions. The repair was estimated to be not too long. But it would take the full attention of the Repair station to get it done quickly. Another thing he had to do was file a commendation for Commander Janeway in his report. Sure he was angry at her, but what did he expect? She had no knowledge of commanding a fleet. She had to think on her feet and had gotten them out alive. Hopefully his commendation would be enough to grant her a promotion to Captain, But that was not his call.

As he approached the door, The MP saluted and opened the door. David returned the salute, Took a deep breath and walked into the room. In truth, He was nervous to meet his colleague. Who knew what was going through his mind. Did he feel David had abandoned him? Did he feel betrayed? They hadn't communicated since coming out of slipspace, Each had basically gone their own way. David could hide behind the excuse that he hadn't had time, Which wouldn't technically have been a lie, But he could have made time. But that was something they would have to work out in time. For now, they had other things to discuss.

Nodding to Klix, David sat down in the chair to his left. There was a tone of awkwardness in the air and David wasn't quite sure how to handle it. He decided that if Klix had something to say, David would let him say it first.

[Frazer]

Captain Frazer York
Naval Command HQ 

New Alexandria 

Frazer liked to arrive to any type of naval meeting early. Back in the United Kingdom, their own Royal Naval force would have you be five minutes early to anything. Even though the UNSC hardly had selected rules like that, Frazer still ensured he would be early to any meeting early as being late or even just on time didnt look good to the brass. As he walked down through the corridors to the room where meeting was going to take place, Frazer couldn't help but remember the battle that had raged on not just two weeks ago. 

It was still in his mind how many ships we're lost. The people that had died. The heroes that wouldn't be remembered for what they did in their final minutes. He had to snap out of it. This meeting concerned him and him alone. "Have I done something wrong?" He thought. Last time he was called into this type of meeting is when he got transferred into the 14th Tactical Fleet. He has only been in this fleet for just under a year. He was previously in the 22nd Cruiser Fleet when he commanded the UNSCS Blackpool, a Frigate. 

As Frazer grew closer to the room his heart started to beat faster. He was nervous to say the least. There was something about the Admirals in Reach Sector that made him some what nervous whenever he spoke to them. As he came closer a Lieutenant walked by Frazer and saluted him. Frazer, as normal, returned it saying. "Lieutenant." The Lieutenant replied with. "Cap." As he walked away.

Frazer came to the entrance, again an MP stood there and saluted him. Frazer returned the salute and walked into the room. He saw Admiral Vardy and Klix sat near each other around the briefing table. Frazer took no time and walked down the stairs in a fast manner. As he came closer to the table a thought loomed in his mind again. "Why am I here?"

Frazer arrived at the briefing table and saluted the two Admirals. Yes they we're all officers in the room but he was only a Captain. They we're Admirals so it was wise to salute them rather then not saluting them. He sat across from them both and asked the question that was in his mind. "Admirals I believe you both wanted to see me?" Frazer paused. "Something wrong?" Frazer wanted to get to why he was here and fast. 

[MrKill]

Admiral Eric Klix
Naval Command HQ
New Alexandria, Reach

Vardy walked in, took his seat next to Eric and nodded. Klix returned to the nod but kept quiet. Honestly, he was still pissed that Vardy's 'XO' ordered the fleet to jump away before realizing the situation wasn't as dire as she made it sound. Fortunately, through after action reports, Eric realized David was wounded at the time of the call. He was still irritated, however, that he was abandoned. Nothing would push that fact away.

A few moments later Captain York walked in and saluted the two men. Eric returned the salute and he was sure Vardy did as well. Eric got annoyed quickly in the Captains automatic assumption something was wrong, and how relaxed he seemed around two brass officers that could end his career with a snap of their fingers. He admired that, but hated how everyone who walked into this room assumed something was wrong at one point or another.

"Admiral Vardy, Captain York this briefing is a formal briefing and is being recorded by Fleet Command and will be attached to each individuals CSV. Before we start, this is not the only meeting scheduled for today. Captain York and Admiral Vardy will remain present if they so choose when Commander Woods addresses the current board about being assigned to a new ship," Eric said as he straightened his back. "However, the topic at hand relates to and only Captain York. As part of the Naval Forces operating from Reach, you're being awarding two things today that will not leave this room until dates set in the future where we can officially award you them."

"As part of Admiral Vardy's fleet, titled the '14th Tactical', you've shown exceptional ability to lead a Carrier. As a result, the Naval Command has seen fit to promote you to Rear Admiral Lower Half and assign you to a new Carrier, a newly built Trafalgar class supercarrier. Admiral Vardy will take over this meeting, and when it has concluded you'll be officially promoted to the mention rank. However, through this meeting you'll be addressed as Captain York and your reassignment to the new Trafalgar will not commence until the voyage from Earth to Reach is completed. She is expected to arrive in system in a weeks time. You'll be able to name her." Eric said.

He leaned back in his chair, letting Vardy speak.

[David]

OOC: Yea, I changed it in accordance to previous conversations with old Admins (Found the PM) So you can address me as Admiral.

Admiral David Vardy 

Naval Command HQ 

New Alexandria 

As Captain Frazer entered the room, He had the air of a man who felt like he was being backed into a corner. Like a dog expecting to be scolded for something. If he had had a tail, David was sure it'd likely be tucked between his legs. For a moment, David grinned to himself. It'd been a long time since a Captain had done that. But instead, he did Frazer the courtesy of returning his salute in a lazy half manner. Enough to acknowledge and to hopefully convey that this wasn't going to be a tongue lashing, but more of a pleasurable dealing.

Shortly, Klix had started speaking to Frazer about how the top brass were impressed with his tactics and with his quick thinking, and that by the end of this meeting he would be a Rear Lower Half Admiral in command of a new Tralfagar ship. Frankly, David was happy for the Captain. He did have a long and distinguishing career that had served David well, Considering the circumstances. David was one of the first to put in commendations to all of the officers who had carried on and had done him proud.

Soon, Klix was finished speaking, and rested back in his chair. Standing up, He strode over to the soon to be Admiral. He then stuck out his hand and smiled broadly. It wasn't every day you got to promote a Captain to an Admiral. Especially one who would continue to command a ship. Most were shipped off to Earth or Reach and shoved behind a desk like David had been. But David suspected Klix may have pulled some strings, That, or FLEETCOMM was desperate of any officers. Either way, David was happy with this particular duty.


"Captain Frazer York." David began, His voice strong and crisp. "It is my greatest pleasure to welcome you to the Admiralty. You will find that it doesn't get any easier from here, And that you will now command not only a ship, But a fleet of your own. Which means more lives that fall under your command. But I hold a strong conviction that you will not only succeed at your new role, but surpass any expectations we have put onto you."

Then, Pausing and taking a breath, He then got to the main point. "Captain Frazer York. You are hereby promoted to the rank of Rear Admiral, Lower Half. May you serve your fleet with distinction, as you had served me as a Captain. I am extremely proud of you. Congratulations." David then snapped a salute off to the newly minted Rear Admiral Frazer and then sat back in his seat, Almost wistfully. The Halcyon moment had passed, But in its place came something new. Peace. It was nice.

Then, indicating that Frazer should join them, He then looked at Klix. "Well? Anything you'd like to add?" David said dryly, hoping to dispell some of the tension.

[MrKill]

Admiral Eric Klix
Naval Command HQ
New Alexandra, Reach

Klix remained rigid as his friend tried to smooth the mood. He didn't budge, his face remained neutral and his emotions were bundled up, and he continued to stare down at the new Rear Admiral despite his friend looking at him. If this was off the record, he would have chewed Vardy up for not being formal enough. This was being recording, and Klix thought that Vardy was trying to alter his CSV someway. It didn't matter anyways at this point.

"As a Rear Admiral, York, you'll be tasked with leading a Carrier group of five ships. Two of them will be Carriers, and I've gone through the liberty of adding the Preston to your command. The rest of your ships will be Frigates of various classes, but most likely Paris Class Heavy Frigates. You'll be under my command in the 22nd Fleet and that is where your Carrier group comes in, a sub unit to my fleet." Klix said. "Of course, that is yours to change. Just let either Vardy or myself - within the next week - know and we'll change it for you. At your rank you can physically lead your own battlegroup without being my subordinate."

Klix sighed, he was being assigned to Earth's naval garrison and will start operating from there for a while as the war warranted his presence there. On the bright side, he was closer to home. Born in Canada, perhaps the Admiral could actually smile at the thought of being able to see what family he had left. As someone who never produced offspring, Klix had always thought it was a positive decision. If he were to die, he wouldn't be leaving people behind. Of course, after his assignment to Earth was completed he'd be reassigned to Reach. After all, he was commanding a Marathon II destined for the front lines.

The intercomm beeped and Klix stood, strode towards it and answered.Apparently, Commander Woods was early. He nodded and replied to the MP and returned to his seat, clasping his hands and tapping his thumbs together in thought. He nodded quickly after ten seconds and activated his tactical pad, signaled the MP on this side of the briefing door and watched as the woman started opening the hefty, sound proof doors. He assumed she will tell the Commander she could enter.

"Woods wants a Destroyer, but she's only a Commander. We're going to discuss either assigning her either a heavier frigate, like the Paris - or a Destroyer. Make a decision, Rear Admiral York. If you'd like to stay for this please take a seat next to me," Klix said - pointing to the vacant chair to his side. "If not, you're dismissed."

As soon as Klix finished his statement, the doors flung open. Soon the Commander would be in the room. Klix didn't particularly like her. It had been recorded on her CSV that she was easily angered, at a temper problem and during the incident on his bridge showed signs of that anger. Cameras also depicted she wanted to... throw her hat... at the Admiral when his back was turned. He really thought it was petty and didn't think she deserved the rank Commander. Regardless, he had to proceed unbiased and let her record speak for its-self.

[Frazer]

Captain Frazer York 

Naval Command HQ  

New Alexandria 

The two Admirals returned the salute. Frazer awaited one of the Admirals response. It was indeed Admiral Klix that replied first. "This was it." Frazer thought. 

"Admiral Vardy, Captain York this briefing is a formal briefing and is being recorded by Fleet Command and will be attached to each individuals CSV. Before we start, this is not the only meeting scheduled for today. Captain York and Admiral Vardy will remain present if they so choose when Commander Woods addresses the current board about being assigned to a new ship," Eric said as he straightened his back. "However, the topic at hand relates to and only Captain York. As part of the Naval Forces operating from Reach, you're being awarding two things today that will not leave this room until dates set in the future where we can officially award you them." The Admiral paused and before Frazer could even think about what he just said he carried on. 

"As part of Admiral Vardy's fleet, titled the '14th Tactical', you've shown exceptional ability to lead a Carrier. As a result, the Naval Command has seen fit to promote you to Rear Admiral Lower Half and assign you to a new Carrier, a newly built Trafalgar class supercarrier. Admiral Vardy will take over this meeting, and when it has concluded you'll be officially promoted to the mention rank. However, through this meeting you'll be addressed as Captain York and your reassignment to the new Trafalgar will not commence until the voyage from Earth to Reach is completed. She is expected to arrive in system in a weeks time. You'll be able to name her." 

"How, what? I dont..." Frazer though in his head, did he really deserve this? Really? Admiral Klix sat back down and Frazer turned to Admiral Vardy his CO, which he considered a friend. Vardy standing up, strode over to Frazer. He then stuck out his hand and smiled broadly. Frazer lifted his hand to shake the Admirals, as they shook Vardy spoke.

"Captain Frazer York. It is my greatest pleasure to welcome you to the Admiralty. You will find that it doesn't get any easier from here, and that you will now command not only a ship, But a fleet of your own. Which means more lives that fall under your command. But I hold a strong conviction that you will not only succeed at your new role, but surpass any expectations we have put onto you."Then, pausing and taking a breath Vardy spoke again.

"Captain Frazer York. You are hereby promoted to the rank of Rear Admiral, Lower Half. May you serve your fleet with distinction, as you had served me as a Captain. I am extremely proud of you. Congratulations." The Admiral then snapped a salute off to Frazer. Frazer returned the salute with a proud swing. He did he thought. He finally made it.

"A Trafalgar class, the biggest ship in the UNSC, his to command. Could this get any better?" Frazer thought in his head. Admiral Klix then spoke again. 

"As a Rear Admiral, York, you'll be tasked with leading a Carrier group of five ships. Two of them will be Carriers, and I've gone through the liberty of adding the Preston to your command. The rest of your ships will be Frigates of various classes, but most likely Paris Class Heavy Frigates. You'll be under my command in the 22nd Fleet and that is where your Carrier group comes in, a sub unit to my fleet." Klix said. "Of course, that is yours to change. Just let either Vardy or myself - within the next week - know and we'll change it for you. At your rank you can physically lead your own battlegroup without being my subordinate." Frazer liked this idea. The Preston was apart of him now, he hated to leave the ship but at least he wouldn't too far away from it as it will be in his unit. 

"Woods wants a Destroyer, but she's only a Commander. We're going to discuss either assigning her either a heavier frigate, like the Paris - or a Destroyer. Make a decision, Rear Admiral York. If you'd like to stay for this please take a seat next to me," Klix said -pointing to the vacant chair to his side. "If not, you're dismissed." Frazer thought for a second then decided to stay. He liked Commander Woods. They had been through a lot together. 

"Thank you Admirals this is a honor, I will live up to and hopefully surpass any expectations you have on me. I will not fail you." Frazer hated sounding like a suck up but instead just walked over to the chair next to Klix and sat down. This was going to be interesting. Quickly Frazer took no time and out came his Tac Pad as he started filling out requisition orders to take his bridge crew on the Preston onto his new Trafalgar ship. He liked his bridge crew. They we're the best bridge crew he knew, so he was going to do anything in his power to bring them across. Even Tiffany. He wanted her on the ship as she was more than capable to handle it and to be honest Frazer trusted her. But it would take too much effort to transfer her, so Frazer decided not to put the order in. He will miss Tiffany but she will do just fine without him. The Preston may loose her Captain and her bridge crew but it wont affect her as that ship is made to survive and survive it will. 

[Wax™]

Rear Admiral Michael, R. Jonathon

Naval Command Head Quarters

New Alexandria - Planet Reach

Rear Admiral Jonathon pushed his way through the main rotating door that lead to the main lobby of the Naval Command Head Quarters in New Alexandria. The man was dressed in his Navy Ceremonial's as you would expect a Rear Admiral to do when he is about to speak to his superior, ribbons pinned to his chest and black hat sitting perched atop his head, lifting a hand he'd slide it off revealing short military cut matte black hair to match the black uniform. Sliding the hat underneath his arm as he approached the main reception table in the huge lobby he looked down on the young female receptionist and nodded.

"Admiral Klix?" He asked, looking down at the woman with a blank expression, the woman looked up from her work and stared at the man for a few seconds before taking note of his rank.

"One moment." She said before entering some things into her terminal before looking back to Jonathon. "He's in a meeting down in sub 11? Do you want me to alert him when he is finished?" The woman said, Jonathon sighed and rolled his eye's internally before nodding a single time and deciding to pull rank on the young woman.

"No thank you... I will be seeing him immediately." He said before making his way further into the building, passing security checkpoints and clearances before making his way to the elevator that lead down to the sub-basements. The sub-basement levels always always required a special access or visitor card but luckily for Jonathon he was part of the Admiralty and had one on his person which gave him access to the elevator at least far enough down until ONI and FLEETCOMM saw it unfit for him to go any further.

Stepping out of the elevator at Sub Level 11 he looked around for a moment before making his way down one of the halls, the walls and floors were white the floor very well polished, nearly as well as Jonathon's black ceremonial boots clicking against the floors as he walked. As he made it to a small lobby the floor turned into a beige carpet, inside the lobby was a small desk and a few matching beige chairs. Jonathon stopped a few feet into the hallway, Jonathon turned his head and looked to the second receptionist he came across.

"Admiral Klix?" He said pointing at the sound proof doors that were fixed a few meters before him.

"Yes... He's in a meeting." The woman replied.

"I know..." Jonathon said before stepping toward the doors as he stepped over to the doors he looked over to a woman sitting down before entering the meeting room he stopped and gave the woman a small nod who he recognized. "Commander Woods." He said before opening the doors to the sound-proof room and stepping in, closing the doors behind him, he instantly recognized the three men standing in the room.

"Admiral Klix, Admiral Vardy... Captain York." Jonathon took a moment to collect himself and realize that the meeting was quite a tad more serious then he originally anticipated after a few seconds delay he presented himself at attention and saluted each of the Admiral and the Captain. "I apologies for intruding... I needed to see Admiral Klix rather urgently, though it seems I have stepped into something more important."

Jonathon stepped further into the room and pulled a chair from the table and sat himself down. "Continue." He said to the three men, though they didn't need his word to do so.

[David]

Admiral David Vardy 

Naval Command HQ 

New Alexandria 

As David went to sit down. He couldn't help but feel that Klix was being too formal. His posture was stiff and it felt like he was at perpetual attention. David fully realized the meeting was being recorded by the bigwigs and higher ups at Fleet Com but David didn't necessarily think it meant he had to act like he had a pickle up his ass. More to the point, He felt this was a time for celebration. A time to reflect and wonder about the new possibilities. He now knew what this meant for Klix. Likely shipped back to Earth because they didn't need three deploying fleets from Reach. 

"Woods wants a Destroyer, but she's only a Commander. We're going to discuss either assigning her either a heavier frigate, like the Paris - or a Destroyer. Make a decision, Rear Admiral York. If you'd like to stay for this please take a seat next to me," Klix said - pointing to the vacant chair to his side. "If not, you're dismissed."


Mentally shrugging, David adjusted his posture in the chair and grabbed his Tac Pad, now looking over statistics and variables for his now, adjusted fleet and to see how things were doing on his ship. Like Klix, He was sure, He knew the Commanders attitude issues and didn't like them. Hot headed Commanders were a liability, In his opinion, Not something to be relied upon. But her CSV did show she had survived numerous battles. So perhaps she would be useful to them. He would wait and see.

Then the Doors flung open and a haughty looking Admiral walked in. "I apologies for intruding... I needed to see Admiral Klix rather urgently, though it seems I have stepped into something more important." Said the Rear Admiral. Who then walked down and pulled up a chair and made a royal decision. "Continue"

"Something wrong with the doorbell Admiral?" David spoke dryly. "Thankfully your very astute. Yes, This is important. What could you possibly need that you felt the need to interrupt us?"

Folding his arms, David waited for the Upstart Admiral to spit out what he needed.

[MrKill]

Admiral Eric Klix
Naval Command HQ
New Alexandria, Reach

Well, Eric thought abruptly. One more Admiral and the entire Admiral staff would be present. Quite true, too. The Admiralty around Reach at the moment was the sector commanding officer, Freemont, and the Admiral's in the room. Vardy, Micheal and himself. With the addition of York into the fray, who wasn't necessarily replacing Rear Admiral Yansik - whom was killed in action over Venestu II - Klix found it amusing but concerning at the same time. Insurrectionists were still active on Reach and one bomb would completely annihilate the Naval chain of command.

"We'll speak later, Rear Admiral." Klix replied to his friend. Ironically, he was just thinking about him too. Perhaps his 'urgent' matter was being reassigned from Earths defense fleet - in which the second Marathon II was currently, or supposedly, deployed. Klix could understand that he wanted back in the action, and that is where the Marathon's he worked hard on for a year plus some belonged. Even though they were costly to produce, the kill:death ratio of the Marathon II's were currently 14:0. The only ship in the UNSC Navy with a kill:death similar to it was the Trafalgar Super-Carriers. They had a 10:0 with only one ship, which was impressive.

Despite being technologically outmatched, it was true in what people say. In a space battle, it really depends on how you play your cards if you're a Cruiser/Carrier commanding officer. Klix admitted it was mostly luck in a Frigate or Destroyer to register a kill and, depending on what ship class, even survive a battle. Frigates were rolling off the production lines and being literally sent to their destruction weeks later. Well, maybe not literally. New ships came off the line and parked in garrisons while older ones were went to the front lines to fight. It meant the UNSC had newer, fresher ships parked in reserve while the older and more warn vessels were fighting the Covenant. At this point in the war though, even warships recently rolling off production lines found themselves in battle.

Klix remembered a skirmish he read. A planetary defense force consisted of a mere four frigates and a carrier, but had four ship yards on orbit with near complete or completed hulls. When the Covenant arrived, a destroyer and two frigates - all completed hulls - engaged from their births. They fired their MAC's before being released by the shipyard crew. The battle didn't go well for the UNSC, which was becoming all too normal in reports now. The only UNSC ship that survived the battle was the Colette, a Corvette that arrived in system a couple of hours after the battle had started. The Carrier, and her escort were destroyed immediately. In fact, videos suggested that the ships rolling off the production lines weren't even clear of the yards before the Carrier exploded.

It was safe to say the planet was lost, along with the one hundred thousand souls that inhabited the planet. Klix thanked his luck and tactical ability, and had honestly wondered how he wasn't dead. His ship had been critically damaged on numerous occasions. Impacts by plasma that would have torn a Frigate of any class in half. Direct hits by energy projectors that would have rendered a Marathon Cruiser inert. Granted, most of the energy projector shots the Iowa did receive were fairly bad. The damage dealt by one of those was immense, and they pierced ten meters of armor like tissue paper. The Marathon II's armor thickness was, from time to time, enough to stop a plasma torpedo.

"Please send in Commander Woods," Klix said to the MP. "Right away, it appears we've got more to talk about."

[MrKill]

Admiral Eric Klix
Naval Command HQ
New Alexandria, Reach

"Welcome, Commander." Eric said as Woods strode into the room behind Micheal. Klix immediately noticed she didn't salute, instead just stood at attention - though he admitted she looked attentive at attention. Woods saluted the board, "At ease." Eric said thoughtfully - appreciating the fact the Commander was adhering to military protocols.

"According to debriefings with Fleet Command you lost your ship, the Hibernian, in the recent engagement with the Covenant." Eric said, all though he already knew this, but was reading off a transcript that had surfaced in the debriefing. "Skipping to the point, you requested a new vessel during this particular debriefing. You are here to make an argument for your case, as this board is still deciding if we want to assign you a Paris class Frigate or a similar Greyhound class destroyer." Klix said.

"First some information about both vessels; The Paris is five hundred thirty five meters long, one hundred ninety nine meters wide and roughly one hundred twelve meters in depth. This class of vessels is armed with sixty centimeters of Titanium A armor at its weakest point. The Paris, being the heaviest frigate in service, is equipped with at most two point four meters of Titanium A armor, the same level of armor found on destroyers."

"The Greyhound class destroyers are similar in all respects, being four hundred hundred eighty five meters in length, one hundred forty four meters in width and one hundred three meters in depth. This class of warship share similar armor capabilities, at her weakest point the armor is only forty centimeters compared to the Paris classes eighty. At best, the Greyhound has one point seven meters of armor compared to the Paris's two point four. However, the Greyhound is equipped with one magnetic accelerator cannon with higher grade, being an SSAK-78 rather than the SSAK-77. Greyhounds also have thirty centimeters of ablation coating, which is outdated and far less effective than Titanium A armor."

"The Greyhound is built much more dense, however. This means it is capable of taking more damage than the Paris class and may be able to continue a fight. Unfortunately, that means it's complement of Marines and Naval personnel are strictly for maintaining the vessel and providing security to the ship. You will not be able to deploy ground troops. The Greyhound does not have a fighter complement so ship commanders have to rely on their fifty millimeter guns."

"the Paris is built more spacious, much more spacious. The Paris is capable of deploying up to two hundred Marines, ten longswords, two Albatross dropships and even two platoons of ODSTs. It is arguable as effective as the Charon and Stalwart class frigates combined. The Paris is tough, versatile and fast - but so is the Greyhound. Feel free to argue which vessel you'd like, Commander."

[MrKill]

Admiral Eric Klix
High Command HQ
Reach

The Admiral listened carefully as the Commander finished her sentence. He nodded in understanding. Life for Klix in the Navy had been aboard a Cruiser since he was an Lieutenant, Junior Grade... or maybe it was Ensign. All those years ago, and the outbreak of the Covenant - Human war he had forgotten. It didn't matter, the point was - while he knew the Frigates were grossly under-powered against the Covenant - he had never actually commanded one himself. In this case, Woods was more experienced than himself when it came to Frigate Command.

"Very well," Eric said. He brought up his tactical pad and quickly entered some commands. In moments, Klix had accessed the Personnel Command channel and reassigned the Commander to a new Greyhound class vessel. Better, it was in orbit and would be hers by the end of the day. The Captain of the boat was retiring at the age fifty nine. Unfortunately, it also meant a veteran naval officer was leaving the line of duty. He had the right, he was at the age of his career where he could decide. "You've been reassigned to a Greyhound. As part of my fleet, please submit any name change request directly to my tactical pad and I'll change the name both physically on the ship and on personnel records." Klix said.

"Dismissed, Commander." Klix said with a salute.

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