"Is everyone here?"
Ventura was standing near the rest of the sensors team, the personnel certified the Admiral that everyone necessary was there.
"Good, I'm sure you all understood your role in the Operation Marlin Swarm, we're in the support task, the white task as they call. The helicopters must be ready for lift off, we're almost arriving to the first action vector of this operation, there was some intercepted messages from enemy vessels going to help blockade Dysanii, preventing the coalition and the allies to supply or support the current mission in dysanii, aka DYSFOR.
This vessels were recognized by the Valideen navy sensors, and we've got an estimated location.
As soon you're dismissed from here, I want you all to start preparation to launch the recon helicopters in patrol runs, never at the same time for sure, and prepare the heavy ASW helicopter for eventual use.
Our friends, our own motherland comrades need us! We're a key feature in this operation, this ship and all the others around us.
I'm sure we can deal with this few ships and move on to more serious scenarios. Yes we're not here just to hit and run, we're just the first of many.
Do you all understand your role?!"
"Sim senhor almirante!" *unisound*
*With a smile* "Any further questions?"
"Não senhor!"
"You're not to be dismissed yet, the moral and propaganda officer wants you to listen to a message from the motherland."
the speakerphones got on.
"Unite, free men of the motherland, the day of glory has arrived. Against us are the tyrant imperialists of Pax Imperium, our banner of freedom is raised. Their ignorant soldiers come to enslave us and those less fortunate, shooting any men, women and children that resists.
What does their horde of slaves, traitors and bloody imperialists want? For those who fall in their lies are enslaved forever?
Delfians, for us, for the freedom of the world! What outrage, it is our freedom this imperialists dare plan to return to the old imperial slavery. We earned our freedom once, lets not give it away, or let any other lose it.
Tremble, Pax Imperium! You're the shame of all good and free men, tremble! Your dark plans will receive the answer of the free world! Against you, we are all soldiers, if you murder one of us, others will born ready to fight against you!
Delfians, for the ones enslaved, bear or hold back your blows, spare these sad victims, that they may regret taking up arms against us. But not those bloody imperialist tyrants, those accomplices of Satan, all those imperialist suckers who mercilessly ripped out the freedom of their own!
Sacred freedom love, lead and support our avenging arms. Liberty, cherished liberty, fight back those imperialists, under our flags, let victory hurry the freedom of the enslaved, so that your enemies, in their last breath, see your triumph and our glory!
Good Luck! Soldiers of the motherland, for glory and freedom!"
*An old navy hymn starts, made some of the men start singing it*
The admiral wasn't very fancy of this propaganda stuff, cut the singing with an hard cold voice.
"You're dismissed!"
"What a lovely speech" commented a friend of Ventura.
Ventura: "You couldn't say that with less sarcasm."
"Well, it's my job as a soldier to listen to this crap, whether I like it or not."
Ventura: "I don't care if it's crap, serves it's purpose, if not to you, at least to many of us."
"Don't get me wrong, I'll fight those pigs whether I have to agree with the system or not, for all I know, it's for freedom we fight.
Ventura: "For freedom..." «It's was a way of seeing things, after all, they didn't have time or patience to think about this, they were just doing their jobs, and the naval force was paying pretty well, half idealists, half mercenaries, that's what we are.»