Seated at the far end of the mahogony confrence table, Daniel Ruben smiled, tightening his grip on a small attache case used to carry files. Lifting the front flap of the leather case he extracted a pile of manilla folders; tossing them on the table in front of him he cleared his throat, "Madam Governor, Mister Harris, ladies and gentlemen... I believe this file will suffice to explain what my progress has been. I trust, Madam Governor, that you will be delighted to know that the last seeds of rebellion have been crushed outisde of Lakota's orbital system and that Gleu, a gas giant though she is, has been structured quite rapidly to house and support the bulk of our Imperial Navy."
Opening one of the folders marked "Operation Cobra" he smiled.
The rest of the file was covered by more papers. Nodding he looked to the Governor, "Also, Madam Governor, Task Group Sigma has become the leading trainer and supplier of Naval crews and vessels in the past six months. With said progress... I'd like to push for a motion with my Senior Staff Commodore, Grayson Pantleo, to push Operation Cobra as underlined in the Naval Constitution, Section 981002, to have full control of Imperial Naval forces directed towards me and away from your Supreme Admiral; whom I trust you will find has made little effort to better his forces or to quell rebellious factions in the outer rim."Operation Cobra
The following operation has been detailed in Section 981002 of Naval Code. All Naval personnel are to be placed under command of a soul officer in wartime and peacetime operations are to be directed by said offic
Grinning to himself for his fine presentation, the Vice Admiral sat in his chair, removing his white and red officer's cap from his short, eye-brow length brown hair and staring around the table with his cold, observant, dark blue-gray eyes. He knew what he had done was rash, but he also knew that the Governor could not argue around him.