Admiral Cravic started at a noise from behind him. He was bearly standing as it was so he turned excrutiatingly slowly to look at whoever wanted his attention, the pain quite obvious on his face. As he completed the turn he leant heavily against the bed to take the weight off his left leg, which was swathed in bandages and wrapped up in a brace to keep it still while the treatments took effect.
"You really shouldn't be standing so soon sir," pleaded one of the doctors.
"Shut up and give me that thing," barked the admiral as he snatched a crutch from the hands of the doctor and leant it against the bed next to him. Looking to his visitor he said, "Ryan! Good, I'm glad you're here, I have a job for you," he winced as he squirmed trying to find a comfortable possition.
"What are your orders sir?" replied Ryan.
"Contact the Battleship Sequoia and instruct them to enact their orders for begining patrols here in Kepler. Make it clear that they are not to come within 15K of Ames however any fighter traffic will be accepted by the Zoners and repair facillities here are available. Also, contact the Ageria and DSE reps and tell them that deliveries of machinery and food supplies can begin and that they will be given escort which will be coordinated from the Sequoia. Understood?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. And lastly I'll need a new fighter, I'm sure the Sequoia can handle that." Cravic took a deep breath, "You did really well in that fight before, well done, but it's not going to be the last one. Liberty is going to need your skills again soon, if we are to make a push into Kusari then we will need to have soldiers stationed here for reserves and rotation rosters and I doubt Kusari will just let us have them."
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