> >"You obviously work hard on your work Admiral
> and that is commendable." David >smiled.
>
> >"I wish I could say that I enjoy it, but I
> can't. There is little in this
> >life that I find more depressing is watching
> sentient beings start firefights
> >in markets or public gathering places.
> Attacking what amounts to bystanders
> >is horrible. Attacking using the most cruel of
> weapons- mines,
> >phase-distruptors, plasma granades... all
> inflicting the most amount of pain
> >possible. All of that combined with a foe that
> is damned impossible to
> >identify. We need new rules of engagement,
> Captain. New rules that allow us
> >to employ more tactical strikes from orbit or
> from small craft. We need to
> >seriously clamp down in some areas where the
> fighting is the fiercest, but we
> >can't. All we are able to do is hold on to
> what we have, and that is not
> >working."
>
> "Admiral...permission to be frank please?"
>
Continuing with his efforts to gain the trust of Captain Boulay... "Of
course."
>
> "While I do not interfere in other departments
> that are not in my jurisdiction as JAG, I do
> have the CinC's ear. If we can get our business
> done and I can return to Spacedock-off duty or
> on duty-I can certainly bring the issue up to
> him. I have no problem doing this."
>
"Don't give the lamenting of a increasingly tired and disalusioned officer
too much credience. This business is very draining. My only concern here is
finding the missing personel, and second to that, ending this rebellion so we
can go home. As soon as we have found the Marines and the Doctor gives you a
satisfactory bill of health you will be on a transport home."
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