Ron, Warspite and Duke 2 [Future]Admiral recommendations
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Here's another snip from me, this is set in the hypothetical far future of having graduated Hogwarts and possibly muggle level universities and applying to get into respective navies/marine corps. There are three of them, one for Ron, Neville and Harry. Comments and critiques are welcome as always.
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Captain Robert Appleby stared at the letter of recommendation in front of him, even as he pondered trying to admit someone so ballsy as to try and fake something like this to an Admiralty board to get into BRNC Dartmouth for the engineering track.
"This can't be real," he said, speaking to his assistant Lieutenant Clyde Williams.
"Why's that sir?" asked Williams.
"This," he said as he handed over the letter, "Claims to be a letter of recommendation from Admiral Cunningham."
"Cunningham? I don't know of an Admiral Cunningham currently serving sir," said Williams, even as he began to read the letter, which was written in long hand, not typed.
"That's because we don't have one currently serving or even had one recently," said Appleby, "It claims it's from ABC Cunningham."
Williams looked up and blinked at his superior. "ABC? Wait, Admiral of the Fleet Cunningham? First Sea Lord Cunningham? From WWII?"
"Yes," said Appleby, "Who died in 1963 if I remember correctly."
"So who would…? I mean this is just ridiculous," said Williams.
"Exactly, which is a shame considering how well he did on all the other parts of the board. Some of the highest math and engineering scores I've ever seen, decent leadership and plenty of physical ability," said Appleby.
"Well sir, there is a number here to call for further reference," said Williams, "I don't think they'd go through such lengths to get in and then provide us with something so easily proven false."
Appleby looked down at the number, again written in longhand. If this was a prank he wanted to get to the bottom of it and the number was his only lead.
"Give that to me," he said, holding out his hand, "I'm going to make the call and get to the bottom of this."
Williams handed him the letter, even as Appleby pulled out his phone and began to dial. He waited as the phone rang three times, only to be picked up and answered by a woman.
"Hello?" she said, sounding a bit confused, "Who is this?"
"This is Captain Appleby of the Royal Navy," he said, trying to keep his voice level but not managing to keep the annoyance fully out of it, "I'm calling to speak to Admiral Cunningham about a letter I received."
"Oh," she said, her voice somehow conveying a smile, "One minute please."
Appleby waited as he heard a rustling on the other end of the line, the phone set down and then the patter of something. He was about to get even more upset when a high, slightly tinny voice came over the headset.
"Hey," it said verbally. Yet inside his head, Appleby somehow heard much more.
Admiral Cunningham speaking.
He froze, the tinny voice still ringing in his head a minute later when the voice spoke again.
"Hey? Hey hey."
Hello? I'm quite busy so make it quick.
Appleby managed to get his voice moving again, somehow.
"Uh sir…" he said, "This is Captain Robert Appleby the Royal Navy. I'm in charge of one of the Admiralty Interview boards for Dartmouth. I was calling in regards to a letter you wrote for one of the candidates…"
"Hey?"
Yes, what of it?
"I was just making sure it was genuine Sir," he said, finding himself sweating, "It's not often we get a letter like yours.
"Hey hey hey! Hey Hey? Hey hey hey hey hey."
Of course it's genuine! Why would it not be? It's not often I write letters for someone like him, I see a great future for that young man in the fleet.
"Y-yes sir," said Appleby, "Thank you sir. That was all I needed."
"Hey hey hey."
Very well, good day captain.
Click.
Appleby pulled his phone down and stared at it, his face in shock. Had that really just happened?
"Sir?" asked Williams, drawing him from his shock, "What happened?"
"It's real," said Appleby simply, putting his phone down and slipping the letter into the docket of the red haired young man who'd otherwise aced his Board, then putting an "Accepted" mark into the proper location.
"It's real?"
"Yes Williams it's real. I expect we'll live to see that young man with Captain's boards on his shoulders some day. Maybe even stars."
Williams just nodded, still thoroughly confused but accepting his Captain's words as they moved onto the next candidate.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Captain Appleby was looking forward to a stiff drink that night as he finished up with the last of his work. Just about to leave his phone rang, causing him to sigh. Looking at the number he noticed it was Colonel Jacobs, his marine counterpart on the boards. He answered, putting the phone up to his ear.
"Appleby here, what can I help you with Colonel?"
"I've got a bit of an irregular situation here with one of my candidates," said Jacobs, "I was wondering if you could help me."
"What sort of irregular situation?" asked Appleby, frowning deeply. The marines weren't his area of expertise, so he wasn't sure what help he could be.
"He's got a letter of recommendation here. It claims to be signed by several Admirals… but the names aren't ones I recognize."
Appleby got a sudden flashback to what had happened earlier in the day, trepidation filling him even as he took a deep breath.
"What are the names?" he asked, fearing the worst.
"Admiral Herbert King-Hall, Admiral Rosslyn Wemyss, Admiral Charles Dreyer…" said Jacobs, clearly unfamiliar with the names.
Appleby felt his stomach sink.
"Is there anything else?" he asked, hoping against hope that there would be some kind of punch line at the end of the message.
"A few more names," said Jacobs, "But it's finished with "And the Sailors and Marines of the Grand Fleet."
Appleby felt all hope flee, running away with parts of his sanity at the same time.
"So what's the issue?" he asked, the crush of the strange and unknown pressing on him even as parts of his mind figured out what was going on.
"The issue is that it reads like a bloody joke," said Jacobs, "I don't know who any of these men are and the Grand Fleet…"
"It's not a joke," said Appleby, "I had something similar cross my desk today."
"You what?" asked Jacobs.
"I had a letter signed by Admiral Cunningham across my desk today," he said, "It had a number on it, which I called. It was real. I expect yours is much the same."
"So you're saying I should treat this as real?" asked Jacobs incredulously.
"Yes," said Appleby, "Unless you want several thousand angry sailors and marines to come visit you for ignoring their letter."
Jacobs let out a sigh, Appleby could see him pinching his nose and leaning up against the table.
"Alright," said Jacobs, "I'll send it through. I could use a drink though."
"You and me both," said Appleby, "I'll tell you about my crazy letter at the pub."
"Deal," said Jacobs, "See you in a half hour."
"Aye aye," said Appleby, hanging up his phone and shaking his head. "Bloody ship girls."
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Captain Watanabe stared at the pile of papers on his desk. It was a moderate sized stack, one neatly contained in a binder. Yet the names contained within…
"Sir?" asked Lieutenant Kobayashi "Is something wrong?"
"No Lieutenant," said Watanabe, "Nothing is wrong. I am just savoring this moment. It is not often one recognizes when they are part of making history."
"History sir?"
"History Lieutenant, this young man is destined for greatness one way or the other."
"How are you so sure sir?"
"Let me read you a list of the names who have talked about or recommended this young man," said Watanabe as he opened the file.
"First and foremost, an inquiry for notification of acceptance or rejection to the naval academy, signed by Admiral Goto and ten highly ranked members of the Diet."
Kobayashi's eyes widened.
"Calm yourself Lieutenant, we haven't even started yet," said Watanabe as he set the paper down to the side and picked up another one.
"He has a glowing letter of recommendation by American Admiral Richardson, commander of ship girls at Yokosuka."
Another paper slipped to the side.
"This is where things start to get interesting. We have another letter of recommendation… from Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto."
Kobayashi's eyes nearly jumped out of his head.
"Sir? You aren't…"
"No Lieutenant I am not joking with you, this is much too serious for such a thing."
Watanabe then pulled out a further sheaf of papers and laid them out.
"Character references from almost every notable admiral of World War II, including several Americans."
Then with reverence he took out a single piece of paper, hand signed and still crisp, as if it had been delivered by courier instead of by regular mail.
"Final character reference, Togo Heihachiro."
Kobayashi's eyes boggled at the paper.
"This young man is destined for greatness," said Watanabe as he carefully gathered the papers and placed them back into the file, "Of a kind most can only dream of."
"Yes sir," managed Kobayashi.
"Only time will tell what kind of greatness it will be… but I do not think we will be disappointed," said Watanabe, carefully closing the binder.
"Yes sir," said Kobayashi.
"Dismissed Lieutenant," Watanabe said as he handed over the binder, "I have letters to write."
Kobayashi saluted, hustling off to deliver the binder to a safe location.
Watanabe couldn't help but shake his head as he began to draft a letter.
It will be interesting to watch at least.
Here's another snip from me, this is set in the hypothetical far future of having graduated Hogwarts and possibly muggle level universities and applying to get into respective navies/marine corps. There are three of them, one for Ron, Neville and Harry. Comments and critiques are welcome as always.
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Captain Robert Appleby stared at the letter of recommendation in front of him, even as he pondered trying to admit someone so ballsy as to try and fake something like this to an Admiralty board to get into BRNC Dartmouth for the engineering track.
"This can't be real," he said, speaking to his assistant Lieutenant Clyde Williams.
"Why's that sir?" asked Williams.
"This," he said as he handed over the letter, "Claims to be a letter of recommendation from Admiral Cunningham."
"Cunningham? I don't know of an Admiral Cunningham currently serving sir," said Williams, even as he began to read the letter, which was written in long hand, not typed.
"That's because we don't have one currently serving or even had one recently," said Appleby, "It claims it's from ABC Cunningham."
Williams looked up and blinked at his superior. "ABC? Wait, Admiral of the Fleet Cunningham? First Sea Lord Cunningham? From WWII?"
"Yes," said Appleby, "Who died in 1963 if I remember correctly."
"So who would…? I mean this is just ridiculous," said Williams.
"Exactly, which is a shame considering how well he did on all the other parts of the board. Some of the highest math and engineering scores I've ever seen, decent leadership and plenty of physical ability," said Appleby.
"Well sir, there is a number here to call for further reference," said Williams, "I don't think they'd go through such lengths to get in and then provide us with something so easily proven false."
Appleby looked down at the number, again written in longhand. If this was a prank he wanted to get to the bottom of it and the number was his only lead.
"Give that to me," he said, holding out his hand, "I'm going to make the call and get to the bottom of this."
Williams handed him the letter, even as Appleby pulled out his phone and began to dial. He waited as the phone rang three times, only to be picked up and answered by a woman.
"Hello?" she said, sounding a bit confused, "Who is this?"
"This is Captain Appleby of the Royal Navy," he said, trying to keep his voice level but not managing to keep the annoyance fully out of it, "I'm calling to speak to Admiral Cunningham about a letter I received."
"Oh," she said, her voice somehow conveying a smile, "One minute please."
Appleby waited as he heard a rustling on the other end of the line, the phone set down and then the patter of something. He was about to get even more upset when a high, slightly tinny voice came over the headset.
"Hey," it said verbally. Yet inside his head, Appleby somehow heard much more.
Admiral Cunningham speaking.
He froze, the tinny voice still ringing in his head a minute later when the voice spoke again.
"Hey? Hey hey."
Hello? I'm quite busy so make it quick.
Appleby managed to get his voice moving again, somehow.
"Uh sir…" he said, "This is Captain Robert Appleby the Royal Navy. I'm in charge of one of the Admiralty Interview boards for Dartmouth. I was calling in regards to a letter you wrote for one of the candidates…"
"Hey?"
Yes, what of it?
"I was just making sure it was genuine Sir," he said, finding himself sweating, "It's not often we get a letter like yours.
"Hey hey hey! Hey Hey? Hey hey hey hey hey."
Of course it's genuine! Why would it not be? It's not often I write letters for someone like him, I see a great future for that young man in the fleet.
"Y-yes sir," said Appleby, "Thank you sir. That was all I needed."
"Hey hey hey."
Very well, good day captain.
Click.
Appleby pulled his phone down and stared at it, his face in shock. Had that really just happened?
"Sir?" asked Williams, drawing him from his shock, "What happened?"
"It's real," said Appleby simply, putting his phone down and slipping the letter into the docket of the red haired young man who'd otherwise aced his Board, then putting an "Accepted" mark into the proper location.
"It's real?"
"Yes Williams it's real. I expect we'll live to see that young man with Captain's boards on his shoulders some day. Maybe even stars."
Williams just nodded, still thoroughly confused but accepting his Captain's words as they moved onto the next candidate.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Captain Appleby was looking forward to a stiff drink that night as he finished up with the last of his work. Just about to leave his phone rang, causing him to sigh. Looking at the number he noticed it was Colonel Jacobs, his marine counterpart on the boards. He answered, putting the phone up to his ear.
"Appleby here, what can I help you with Colonel?"
"I've got a bit of an irregular situation here with one of my candidates," said Jacobs, "I was wondering if you could help me."
"What sort of irregular situation?" asked Appleby, frowning deeply. The marines weren't his area of expertise, so he wasn't sure what help he could be.
"He's got a letter of recommendation here. It claims to be signed by several Admirals… but the names aren't ones I recognize."
Appleby got a sudden flashback to what had happened earlier in the day, trepidation filling him even as he took a deep breath.
"What are the names?" he asked, fearing the worst.
"Admiral Herbert King-Hall, Admiral Rosslyn Wemyss, Admiral Charles Dreyer…" said Jacobs, clearly unfamiliar with the names.
Appleby felt his stomach sink.
"Is there anything else?" he asked, hoping against hope that there would be some kind of punch line at the end of the message.
"A few more names," said Jacobs, "But it's finished with "And the Sailors and Marines of the Grand Fleet."
Appleby felt all hope flee, running away with parts of his sanity at the same time.
"So what's the issue?" he asked, the crush of the strange and unknown pressing on him even as parts of his mind figured out what was going on.
"The issue is that it reads like a bloody joke," said Jacobs, "I don't know who any of these men are and the Grand Fleet…"
"It's not a joke," said Appleby, "I had something similar cross my desk today."
"You what?" asked Jacobs.
"I had a letter signed by Admiral Cunningham across my desk today," he said, "It had a number on it, which I called. It was real. I expect yours is much the same."
"So you're saying I should treat this as real?" asked Jacobs incredulously.
"Yes," said Appleby, "Unless you want several thousand angry sailors and marines to come visit you for ignoring their letter."
Jacobs let out a sigh, Appleby could see him pinching his nose and leaning up against the table.
"Alright," said Jacobs, "I'll send it through. I could use a drink though."
"You and me both," said Appleby, "I'll tell you about my crazy letter at the pub."
"Deal," said Jacobs, "See you in a half hour."
"Aye aye," said Appleby, hanging up his phone and shaking his head. "Bloody ship girls."
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Captain Watanabe stared at the pile of papers on his desk. It was a moderate sized stack, one neatly contained in a binder. Yet the names contained within…
"Sir?" asked Lieutenant Kobayashi "Is something wrong?"
"No Lieutenant," said Watanabe, "Nothing is wrong. I am just savoring this moment. It is not often one recognizes when they are part of making history."
"History sir?"
"History Lieutenant, this young man is destined for greatness one way or the other."
"How are you so sure sir?"
"Let me read you a list of the names who have talked about or recommended this young man," said Watanabe as he opened the file.
"First and foremost, an inquiry for notification of acceptance or rejection to the naval academy, signed by Admiral Goto and ten highly ranked members of the Diet."
Kobayashi's eyes widened.
"Calm yourself Lieutenant, we haven't even started yet," said Watanabe as he set the paper down to the side and picked up another one.
"He has a glowing letter of recommendation by American Admiral Richardson, commander of ship girls at Yokosuka."
Another paper slipped to the side.
"This is where things start to get interesting. We have another letter of recommendation… from Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto."
Kobayashi's eyes nearly jumped out of his head.
"Sir? You aren't…"
"No Lieutenant I am not joking with you, this is much too serious for such a thing."
Watanabe then pulled out a further sheaf of papers and laid them out.
"Character references from almost every notable admiral of World War II, including several Americans."
Then with reverence he took out a single piece of paper, hand signed and still crisp, as if it had been delivered by courier instead of by regular mail.
"Final character reference, Togo Heihachiro."
Kobayashi's eyes boggled at the paper.
"This young man is destined for greatness," said Watanabe as he carefully gathered the papers and placed them back into the file, "Of a kind most can only dream of."
"Yes sir," managed Kobayashi.
"Only time will tell what kind of greatness it will be… but I do not think we will be disappointed," said Watanabe, carefully closing the binder.
"Yes sir," said Kobayashi.
"Dismissed Lieutenant," Watanabe said as he handed over the binder, "I have letters to write."
Kobayashi saluted, hustling off to deliver the binder to a safe location.
Watanabe couldn't help but shake his head as he began to draft a letter.
It will be interesting to watch at least.