#names tarnished) so captain has to take the blame for the command and

[dirt-str1der]

Guys in shounen or bara yaoi will say shit like “hes a monster....” like okay ? So fuck him

[fanesavin]

The High Inquisitor has a meeting with the Prelate concerning the findings of his investigation.

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@teddyaynesworth

Fane let Bellamy and Faye go, turning about and heading in the direction of the Prelate’s office. The nearer he got to the room the heavier the conversation with Lady Florent earlier in the day weighed on his shoulders. You cannot serve justice and peace. And yet, did he not swear to give the former, never the latter. Moving up the winding staircase until he reached the door in question and raised a clenched fist to knock before he entered. “I’m sorry to bother you Prelate, but I have urgent business to discuss with you.” Was this a mistake? Could he trust the man he was going to speak with? Fane didn’t rightly know, but the Prelate would play a role in determining the Raj the people called for and Fane was worried about the outcome.

Prelate Theodore "Inquisitor! I’d expected your work on behalf of the Council would have you occupied day and night.“ Theodore moved closer to Fane, thinning his eyes as he inspected the man’s face, the exhaustion inscribed on features that were doing their best to maintain order and fulfill duty. "Then again – it looks as though you’ve been racing through the candles already. Come, man, get off your feet for a moment. Have some wine.” The Prelate gestured towards one of the heavy chairs at his table, pouring them both his green wine. “Tell me what your concerns are. Does it have to do with your findings about the crown?”

Fane had been burning the candle at both ends and while he attempted to maintain a presentable appearance as befit his rank there were signs of the toll. Equally growing more restless the more he learned. Too many moving wheels and gears. The offer to sit took a moment to be considered but ultimately he shook his head, "I doubt I'd be able to sit still long enough." But the wine he did accept, taking a small sip, strong and a touch sour but it gave him a point to focus on. "As you well know, the late High Raj wished to have his coronation crown refurbished, that refurbishment happened here in the capitol with the Guild's best blacksmith who after several visits has confirmed the rig containing the venom was not present prior to its departure on the journey... The journey was clearly the most obvious point of weakness, and I've worked to confirm that the crown used in the ceremony was not the same one that left the Capitol at the beginning of its tour of the kingdoms. It was counterfeited and replaced."

As he’d said, Fane wasn’t able to stand still for the duration, starting to pace back and forth. “We know the crown went to and stayed longest in Blackspire, Summerset, the Kesleylands and Hathurana. It also had brief stays in Honeywild, the High Peninsula and the Eades… But in two of these locations I’ve come to learn the Captains left the crown unguarded...” He drew in a long breath turning back to the Prelate, “that was in Summerset and the Kesleylands.”

Prelate Theodore steepled his fingers as he listened to Fane's tense report, the words spooling out like coins on a money string -- clanking against each other, each heavy with value. "You've acquitted yourself most honourably," Theodore said, wanting to preface any further discussion with that accolade. It was a thankless task the Inquisitor had been given, and he'd clearly thrown himself body and soul into performing it to the absolute limits of his well-proven ability. "If we can count anything in this situation as fortunate, it's that we had you on hand to conduct this investigation." Picking up his wine, Theodore sipped it as he collected his thoughts. "Summerset and Kesleyland; one allied with the Forty Isles whose Grand Lady was subject to an attack, the other peopled with anti-witch zealots who do nothing but tarnish the name of their House." He raised an eyebrow at Fane. "If one was inclined towards the bolder set of evidence, it would look fair damning for the Kesleys, wouldn't it?"

Fane allowed himself a minute humourless smile but took the moment to catch himself. “I was charged with finding justice and I hope it is found.” The Inquisitor grew quiet as he let the Prelate think equally knowing the worth of silence. “Unfortunately, that’s just the issue," Fane stopped by one of the map tables his eyes drifting over the different Kingdoms "whoever carried this out was calculated and cunning. Why would someone go to all this effort and intricacy only to draw so much attention to themselves by trying to kidnap the grand-lady and then staging a coup in the keep barely days after the murder of the Raj?" Fane shook his head, "it doesn't make sense. Which is what leads me to believe Summerset is the more likely location that the crown was swapped.”

Prelate Theodore nodded, his voice wry when he replied to Fane's pinning the Summerset as the most likely culprit. "I'd have preferred if it were the Kesleys," he admitted. "Their House is chaotic and not well-liked or respected, especially after their antics these past few days. Summerset ... it's a kingdom with storied history, an admired Grand Lady, and strong ties to our most sprawling and economically virile nation of the Isles." Theodore frowned at the table, a knot of wood that hadn't been sanded down to lie flush with the rest. "Should we make accusations of the Summerset, we will have but once chance to make it stick." 

Fane sighed through his nose, "aye as I wish it was too." Fane continued to ponder the map, "Summerset and the Kesleys have always had long-standing rivalry have they not?" He grimaced at the mention of accusations, "that's the issue Prelate, I'm not sure I have enough to make an accusation and know it's the correct individual taking the blame." Fane straightened leaving the table, his features grim "there's more, we know that the princes of the Isles were in attendance at Summerset. The Forty Isles Captain admitted as much under interrogation from his Commander - he was bribed with forty isles coin to leave the crown while they were in Summerset while the other guard was diverted with a distraction… He took it as the briber implied the work was for the Queen’s Consort. The man unfortunately managed to find a way take his life in captivity before we had a chance to question him further… Equally, the counterfeit crown bore the mark of the forty isles.” 

Prelate Theodore sat up straighter, his frown deepening. "You mean to tell me that this counterfeit crown, the one fitted with the means for murdering the High Raj, had a visible mark of the Forty Isles?" Theodore rose from his seat, now, moving to the map table as well as though if they both scrutinized it enough, the secrets of its cartography would enlighten them. "Then either the Princes are becoming uncharacteristically slovenly in their dabblings in intrigue, or someone is attempting to shift blame to them."

Fane gave a slight nod of his head, "aye, equally the journeyman of the blacksmith in the Capitol that completed the refurbishment of the crown hailed from Summerset. She had to return there apparently to fetch her sister, only, she never to returned. It's quite a coincidence that the only other person to see the schematics for the crown and how it would be refashioned never returned... The amount of evidence continues to overwhelmingly stack up against Summerset." But he had to agree with the Prelate, it hearkened back to his earlier statement about the Kesleys drawing attention to themselves. "I can't say I'm so familiar with the younger Cardero but I've known Prince Iann for a fair few decades now. His son's been one of my wards and the man is as cunning as anyone in his subterfuge. I know the Raj defeated him in battle during the wars but I honestly can't admit to seeing him leaving such blatant evidence that would bring him and his House to ruin. The man's many things but an idiot he is not." He grew quiet, there was one piece of evidence he had yet to share. Finishing his wine he set it down, he settled into silence once more as he weighed up something with himself "there's one more thing... But... I can't I can see where it might fit in the larger puzzle if it even fits anywhere at all...."

"No, the Driftwood Prince is no fool. Liar and pirate he might be, and set to inherit a vast amount of wealth and far-reaching influence, but not a fool." Theodore tucked his hands into his long flared sleeves. "One might almost wish he was, eh, Lord Savin? At least then we would be assured of him accidentally showing his hand in this affair." His gaze swept along the archipelago of the Greater Isles, out through the dotted scatter of the rest that made up the Forty. "Instead of being obliged to consider the possibility that he's clever enough to clear himself of suspicion by making the reasons to suspect him far too obvious." He sighed and stepped away, moving to one of the tall panelled windows. "You may as well divulge all of your information, Lord Savin," he said. "Whether it adds another snarl to this tangle or not."

Fane made a quiet noise of agreement. "And considering he's set to inherit that wealth and his father's seat why would he wish to squander it with an ill attempted plan such as this?" He studied the ocean between the Isles and the main continent, he'd never liked sea-faring much and the Isles were a far cry from his own lifestyle. "You heard about the Kesley coup, the lord responsible ended up being taken to the dungeons for further questioning... Only to end up being found with his throat sliced from ear to ear." A grim death as any, Fane stood up seeming hesitant to speak but having no reason not to share what he'd learned. "My men that were guarding the night of his death reported that the Grand Lady was the last to visit the man alive and that she had a strange hooded figure accompanied her on this particular journey... She happened to claim to be there on my behalf... Which, I can say is untrue... No effort was made to bribe the guards however, which was either quite deliberate or a mistake..." He shifted, feeling uncomfortable as he spoke the words. "Perhaps she had reason for being there... They did attempt to kidnap her, and I would never wish to presume about such matters without more evidence if there even is indeed any to be uncovered... Unfortunately, my attempts to investigate such things is where I've come up dry, considering the Kesleys are all six feet under now... I did hope Lady Florent might be of assistance -- I know you and her were to be seated on the Raj's council and of her position as Master of Whisperers. Unfortunately, as she informed me earlier today she is of the belief justice and peace can't both be served." 

That certainly sounded like something Ciara would say, particularly to a person like the Inquisitor -- whose entire position was intended to bludgeon information from suspects with expedience rather than finesse. It was a good thing he was facing the window; that meant the Prelate could indulge himself in a smile before assuring Fane, "Our Master of Whispers occupies a liminal space both physically and mentally. It's necessary to her position, and it also makes her suspicious of ... the co-existence of certain systems of governance. Or rather, the possibility of co-existence." Theodore turned from the window to look at Fane. "We can amend that objection easily, you and I. The Dawnguard can continue to serve the cause of justice, and the Cloverry will devote itself to instilling peace." The Prelate motioned between them. "We can be the fulcrum. I am a creature of politicking, Lord Savin; there's no need for you to wear yourself down when it comes to that side of the equation. But we can continue to share information."

Fane merely made a non-committal noise concerning Ciara. "Well, unless you can convince her to part with any secrets for the sake of finding the person responsible for all this, I'm not sure we have a case." His eyes drifted to the window, and the chants and cries going up from the streets beyond. "Which leaves us with a conundrum, doesn't it? The people want and expect us to give them a High Raj."

Prelate Theodore corrected in a firm, sure voice, "The people want and expect the Cloverry to give them a High Raj. And the Cloverry is already tabulating appropriate candidates, you can be sure." 

Fane inclined his head in polite deference for his mistake, "aye you're right, I apologise... It's been a long week."

Prelate Theodore waved a hand before returning it to his sleeve. "Not needed, Lord Savin. It's become second nature to me to remind people that appointing the High Raj is the province of the Cloverry -- I know that it's something you are well aware of. It's been a long week for me, as well." Theodore rolled his shoulders back, then forward again before straightening. "Please, don't trouble yourself anymore with the matter of the counterfeit crown and where the culpability lies. The Council will now take that matter on board. You've ... done plenty, for a man reluctant to be pressed into wartime service again."

Fane straightened his posture lifting his chin. "No doubt," politics nor the game were Fane's area of expertise so he was glad to pass the mantle on to someone else. "I've done what was asked of me, if it bears fruit then I'll rest easy. But, should you require my service for anything else, just ask."

Prelate Theodore gave a halfway nod, but then reconsidered and stepped closer to Fane, extending his cold, elegant hand. "You've been invaluable, Lord Savin," he said with the calm sincerity that the most effective clergy aspired to. "The Council will always consider you a trusted member and treasured asset."

Fane was admittedly surprised by the gesture, rare was it for the Prelate to give acknowledgement as he was presently. Fane took the proffered hand, far less elegantly but then again, his hands never were meant for building or shaping empires. "I appreciate your faith Prelate, and I hope by the end of all this we come out with some semblance of the peace we hoped to craft by being here." After shaking the man's hand, Fane naturally stepped back. "Please, keep me informed of any further developments that happen to arise... Otherwise, by your permission I shall take my leave of you."

[millicent231-watt]

(AoT) Colossal Amour

Anime / Crossover: Attack on Titan

Songs: None

Request: No

Modern AU or just AU: None

NSFW/R-18: No

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WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA AND SEASON2

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"Another day of rain..." I mumble to myself as I sit in the dining hall on my own table. "Y/N!" I hear a voice yell and I sigh, grabbing my tray of food and holding it out to my left, keeping my eyes on the window. "Morning Sasha." I say plainly as she grabs it before I stand up and get a glass of water, sitting back down with her. "So, how'd you sleep?" She asks with a mouthful of food. "Fine. How about you?" I ask and she shrugs. "Same as you. So are you gonna confess to-" "Morning guys!" I hear another voice say and I sigh. "Morning Eren, Mikasa and Armin." I say before I yawn. "Tired?" Mikasa asks and I nod. "A lot of the other cadets we've talked to are tired as well." She says before Sasha speaks up. "Guess the Captain's new training regiment is really taking its toll." She says and we all nod.

"Cadet Jaeger and L/N, come to my office once you're done with your breakfast." The Captain says and we nod. "Yessir." We say tiredly before he walks out. "We aren't in trouble are we?" Eren asks and I flick my hand. "Nah. Knowing him, we probably left a speck of dust on our uniform." I say, causing Mikasa to chuckle. "Yeah, you've got nothing to worry about!" Connie says before sitting next to Sasha. "Having a good morning guys?" Reiner and Bert sit with us and I glare at them. "It was good 'till you showed up." I spit before standing up and cleaning my cup. "What's got you so mad so early?" Reiner asks and I scoff. "Are you done, Eren? We should go see Corporal Levi before he gets mad." I say and he nods, standing up and leaving a shocked audience behind us. "What was that comment for?"Eren asks and I shrug. "I just don't like them. No other reason." I say as we walk. "I still can't believe you ignored Reiner. No one has ever done that!" He says and I turn to him. "I don't give a damn if everyone ignored that prick. He's a poor excuse for a soldier and I couldn't care less about him." I growl before knocking on the door of the Captain's office. "Name and business." He says from the other side of the door. "Cadet L/N and Cadet Jaeger. You wanted us to talk to us." I say and he allows us in. I close the door behind the both of us and stand in front of his desk.

"Do either of you know what this is about?" He asks sternly. "No Si-" "I don't seem to recall giving you permission to talk Cadet." He barks at me and I look down. I shake my head instead and he sighs. "Well, we still have yet to figure out where you are from L/N." He says and I look up. He nods, allowing me to talk. "With all due respect sir, I don't think something like that matters for someone like me. I've told you before that my home was destroyed, along with my family." I say and he scowls even more than usual. "I didn't ask if you thought it was important. I am ordering you to tell me." He says and I turn my head to the side quickly, annoyed with the shorty. "Eren, I called you in here hoping you could convince her. You two are close, right?" Captain asks and we both nod. I hear him sigh before standing up. "I'm giving you one more week L/N. If it's not given to me by then, you're out of the Scouts." He says and I whip my head up. "No, you can’t threaten me with that!" I yell and he rise an eyebrow. "I'll do whatever I like. You are a subordinate, so you will listen. Now, both of you, out. I'm counting on you Eren." He says and I huff before storming out and ahead of Eren. I storm to my room, causing a sea of cadets to part down the middle.

I slam the door behind me and lean on in. He can't do this! I scream in my head before a knock was heard on my bed. "What?" I growl, swinging the door open. "So the talk with Captain went great then?" Sasha asks and I sigh, letting her in and locking the door behind her. "It's bullshit." I growl, sitting on the bed. "What? What's bullshit?" She asks and I take a deep breathe. "He wants me to tell him where I'm from. He's given me a week and if I don't do it, I out of the Scouts." I say sadly and she gasps. "Oh no! Y...You can't tell him tha-" "I can't leave the Scouts either Sasha! I would be made a fool of. I can just imagine it now. 'One of the strongest soldiers in the military, Y/N, kicked out of the Scouts.' What a great story that'll make." I sigh, hanging my head. "Sasha, you're the only one that I've told...and even you took time to get used to it. If I tell the Commander and Captains, I'll be killed." I say sadly before crying softly. I feel her pat my back softly. "I'm sure it'll be fine Y/N. We'll figure it out." She says quietly before another knock was heard. "Sasha? Y/N? Can I come in?" Ymir asks and I sigh, letting her in. She already knew anyway, along with Annie, Reiner and Bert.

"Hey Ymir, Christa." I say with a sniffle before Ymir sighs. "The day finally came, huh? The day you have to tell him where you're from?" She asks and I nod. "If I don't tell him by next week, I'm out of the Scouts." I say and she growls. "He can't do that!" I shrug. "He'll figure out a way. Commander Erwin will probably agree with kicking me out anyway." I sigh. "Why don't you just tell him?" Christa asks and I chuckle. "I'm from the same village as Annie, and now that she's been proven as a traitor, they won't hesitate to point fingers again." I say and she smiles. "I'm sure they won't! I mean, it's not like you're a titan too, right?" She jokes, but no one laughs. "Wait...you..." I nod my head and slouch down in shame. "No...we've gotta tell the Captain, Ymir!" she says and I sigh. "It's all coming down anyway, why not just push the knife deeper into the wound?" I ask. "We can't Christa. Not all shifters are bad. Look at Eren, he helps us a lot. If we told the Captain about Y/N, then she'd be killed without hesitation." Ymir reasons with her before Christa gasps and apologises. "I don't blame you. I can't even stand the thought. It's makes me sick to think that I'm....one of them." I say with a shiver before I think of something. "I got it." I say telling them about my plan. "Are you sure Y/N? I mean about Reiner and Bert." Christ asks and I nod. "I grew up in the same village as them, remember? That's why I don't like them." I say and she nods. "Alright, I'll trust you, but I can't be a part of this. I'm sorry. I wish you the best of luck, but I can't tarnish my family name." I nod with a smile. "I understand. Could you at least let the others know? You know, Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Connie, Jean etc. I'll need help."

Time Skip

I sit down in my regular spot, next to my friends and opposite Reiner and Bert. "So, are you finally going to apologise for how you treated me this morning?" Reiner asks with a smirk and I look up from my plate. "Excuse me?" I ask and he smiles. "Apologise? Why would I apologise to you?" I ask angrily. "Because no one ignores me." I roll my eyes. "Yeah? Well, they should probably start." I spit back as I drop my fork into my food. "I'm probably the best solider here." He boasts and I push my food to Sasha. "I am not apologising to someone like you." I say calmly. "Someone like me?" He asks in shock. "That's right. You are a poor excuse for a man and an even poorer excuse for a solider. You should not be here!" I bark and everyone goes silent. I feel everyone staring at us in shock. He growls at me and stands up. "Why not?" He asks and I stand up as well. "You don't need to get so defensive with all the armour you've got." I say with a smirk as he stares at me in shock. "You and your friend Berthold really have a real colossal attitude, you know that?" I ask before getting cut off by Captain. "What's going on here?" He asks and I look over to Ymir, who nods with Historia next to her. "Well, I was just discussing with Reiner and Bert if I should tell you I'm from the same village as them and Annie." I say before some of my friends fall for the high beams in the ceiling with their 3DM Gear.

"What is the meaning of this?" Captain yells as I smile at the two traitors. "These two are the Colossal and Armoured titans." I say and everyone gasps. "Why would you say something like that Y/N? You know that's not true." Reiner asks and I smile. "Oh? You wouldn't mind if we cut one of your legs then, would you? Nothing to severe, just a scratch. If my 'accusations' are wrong then it won't hinder you from fighting. But if it heals, then you've got nowhere to go." I say with a smile before Mikasa cuts his leg a little, just a slash. He screams out and Hange runs over to us, ripping his pant leg out of the way as one of the cadets hands Captain Levi his equipment. "I'm telling you right now Captain, in front of all these people that I, Y/N, am from the same town as these traitors and I am also a titan, but I have never tried to hurt humanity. You may do whatever you must, all I ask is that they get punished and killed." I say, pointing to Reine and Bert. "He....he's healing!" Hange says before Bert was cut and they were both grabbed to make sure they don't turn. "So, mankind's true enemy tried to go under my nose, huh?" Captain asks as he looks over at the with a deadly glare. "I suppose I can't kick you out of the Scouts for revealing this to us, but you will have to be contained for a few days." He says and I nod. "Be careful with these two. They're deceivers and cheats." I say, glaring at the two tied up men. I smile and walk over to Reiner. "What? Never thought I would do it? I'll give you 3 reasons why I did this. 1: I like being in the Scouts. 2: I like humanity and being alive. Do you know what the 3rd reason is?" I ask and he growls. "I don't like you." I say quietly and slowly, making sure he heard every single word. I wave and smirk at him before turning to get put in confinement, thanking Ymir, Sasha and my other friends on the way for their help.

[nakeddeparture]

Destruction of the Barbados Defence Force

BDF in Crisis -Destruction of BDF by Chief Of Staff and Deputy Chief of Staff - Part One

Colonel Glyne Grannum

I am disappointed in your behaviour this morning with regards to the Central Mart.  You are wrong in the manner in which you have preceded to deal with this issue. You have not spoken to Col Quintyne; Major Yearwood; Sgt Best; Errington Shurland (Head of the RSS) amongst others but you have proceeded to try and drag these persons name through the mud and discredit their high level of integrity, you and that fucking harangatang called Aquinas Clarke.  I am one of the persons whom the Central Mart has served with distinction. I benefitted from the Mart and I strongly believe that you are being vindictive and unprofessional and you and the DCOS want to close the Central Mart because it was conceptualized by Colonel Alvin Quintyne. Is this why you never spent any of your salary in the mart? Is this why your wife or son never came and spent any of their monies in it because you never wanted it open in the first place. What you did this morning was the most unprofessional behavior I have encountered from a Chief Of Staff, whoever is feeding you with information obviously have their own agenda and has discovered that you are easily rattled. Is it Wesley Beckles the known thief from Mount Gay, that’s why they fired him? You sad COS, you poor as a Chief of Staff boss, I gine watch you fall from grace.

At no time were soldiers paying for items they were not aware of, the only time items came to the Mart is when they were ordered by the individual soldier. And it was the soldiers who wanted the items. In addition Sgt Best use to walk round at other entities checking prices etc. who’s you to question what my hard earn money should buy or how my woman is to spend my salary, fuck off , you worse than my woman telling me how to spend my money. Actually you does behave like a bitch ass woman, your antics, cussing and ranting worse than a suttle street whore.  It was us soldiers who asked Col Quintyne at various Welfare Meetings to allow the Central Mart to bring in items or purchase items for us such as Refrigerators; Washing Machines; TVs, Phones etc. so that we can pay a lower interest rate than what was being charge by the entities such as Courts ; Massy etc. This arrangement made to pay over time is same as these entities did but was better for us. Nicky Brathwaite has confirmed that a statement of accounts was prepared for Maj Yearwood. When last have you done one of these? You know what the problem, you was at RSS enjoying life and flying all over the place. You talking about spending, you should not talk when you get Trupper Springer build your house daily when he should be doing the government of Barbados work, karma is a bitch that’s why the floor crack. You are the worse, its sad to see this is what you brought this army to its knees.

For you now to sit and make the members of the BDF believe that they were being robbed is one of the biggest lies, what are you insinuating and having left your meeting it would have been remised of me to allow you to feed that to individuals without voicing my objection.  Who give you the authority to tell us soldiers how to spend our money, when you with the DCOS went and spent 3 million dollars of the government money that you wanted and not needed having receive a donation of vehicles from the Chinese. It is unprofessional to display people personal information across the force without authority. Where is the board paper, where is the cabinet approval sir you unethical dog, i.e. man who sleeps with children, read the bible that open on your desk and see that’s what the bible definition is for a DOG.

Colonel Grannum whatever it is you have against Colonel Quintyne you need to get rid of it, because you have now embarked on a road that will not be well for you.  TRUST ME THIS TIME.  The leaking of information has started to ensure you rein supreme, to ensure you are the worse of the best CHIEF OF STAFFS that ever walked in that place. You should really come out the government house let us save that $5000 plus that my same salary paying for the bling life you fucking living off we Barbadians.  Colonel Quintyne left the BDF with his character intact and you have now proceeded to try and destroyed it, and whenever I meet him I am going to tell him. I would wish Sir Elliot Belgrave of the Lodge Fraternity to intervene in your destructive leadership of the BDF. You are tarnishing a good organization through your selfish, arrogant self-centered behavior. That same demon Col Q according to you, left the BDF with 6.7 million dollars and you fucking blow it all, we save that money over the years and you just blow it, needs and wants bling life to basic life.  In addition, I will now have to bring this behaviour of yours to the attention of certain persons, because you are wrong in what you are doing and you are lying on both him and Major Yearwood, whatever you believe these people have done you, you need to move on from it and stop allowing persons to fuel your fire against them. Hey but who help you buy a big belly horse for sure ent gine help feed it, how many masters you got 3, that makes you a triple time nonsensical fucker sir.

You are fabricating stories to the soldiers telling those lies that because they owe money to the Mart; it is going under, what you are forgetting that I have heard you said that you are going to shut it down.  It going down, where is the profit it had, you and the Aquinas Clarke split the $200,000?  Could dear you need JESUS BOSS.  You are continuing to be dishonest and it is now clear to me from this morning that you are very self-centered and you do not care anything about the soldiers. Wait sir where is the rest of the money?  You get a cut I am told of the staff party money with the various people you all hired so you all running out of money so you want to get your hands on the rest of the profits the mart has hmmmmmmm.  You are using your office and authority to destroy everything that you believe Colonel Quintyne has done and you can’t even walk in his shadow. And it is so clear that the Farm Project is also now over, and you have sent home those young boys who could have made Agriculture a job. It is clear that you are not in charge of the BDF, it is Aquinas Clarke and whatever he says to you this is how you lead.  Your problem with the Central Mart is not Col Quintyne, it is Captain Wesley Beckles, you need to go and investigate how much stealing he has done, when he went and change the locks and then he use to wait until Sgt Best go home and go in the Mart with the Master Key along with his friend LS Hart and the supplier that was in the Barbados Coast Guard Malcom Vaughn. Under the management of Major Yearwood, the Central Mart was very profitable. We use to get Christmas Giveaways and everything was worked out properly and Sgt Best would show you whatever you need to know.

It is clear that you are now trying to discredit Col Quintyne; Errington Shurland; (Head of the RSS) Major Yearwood; Sgt Best; Holder Hoyte and anyone else. You have no fucking shame; you are a disgrace to the Force. Tek off we cammo And for you to come and shut down the Mart, telling lies; it is now clear that you do not give a fuck about us the junior ranks and you have allowed a few to feed you lies. We have enjoyed some very comfortable payment plans sorted out by Sgt Best, she was a good person and you get and send her home.  I am calling on the Government and people of Barbados to remove you and CDR Clarke from the BDF, if not one of these mornings you drive in BDF, someone is going to shoot at you. You are a disaster as a leader, this is the last thing to help us and you brought all of us in front of you, lying and making someone believe that we are being unfaired.  This is all lies.  Captain Wesley Beckles is the one that fed you a lot of lies because he wanted to get back at Major Yearwood and look now they have discovered that he is a thief and criminal and who has him on the back foot. Cdr Aquinas Clarke. Look out, he is now going to talk all the secrets he knows about all of you. He has already said that Commander Clarke and Stephen Hobson who owns NSG EXPORTS Barbados LTD, got together to defraud the Government and People of Barbados of 2.5 million dollars in old vehicles and he is not taking any blame for it. You are a sad, sorry pathetic lonely individual and for you to stoop so low to try to discredit your predecessor Col Quintyne speaks to your nasty unprofessional narcissistic character. Are you still screwing Maria Moore in your office, Rouse and the others?  Any problems with the Central Mart are under your leadership. Toxic Leader you be. Your problem is that you have spent government 7 million dollars so bad, that now you have no money to do things.  Well stand by official documents will show what you and the drug dealer DCOS SPENT IT ON.  By the way, the lavish dinner you held for the Other Ranks last year, can you say what date and time this year’s one will be, can you tell the people of Barbados how much money you spent from the public purse last year on this staff party, when you was told that you cannot spend government money on something like this? What did you say: SPEND THE FUCKING MONEY; THE GOVERNMENT WILL FIND MORE TO GIVE WE AND YOU WAS FULLY BACKED UP THE BEST DCOS AQUINAS CLARKE.

I am happy to hear that WO1 C Blenman said, that he went to you Col Grannum and tell you about the underhand behaviour of Captain Wesley Beckles and because he is holding secret s for you, you refuse to listen and take action but tell him go and talk to Wesley so that he does not get into trouble.  He further said, that he cannot believe that you as Chief of Staff, would have done this, so he don’t  know how to continue, because it is telling him that you want him to turn a blind eye to what is going on.  Dem is you friends doah SIR.  Cast your mind back and check and see if he did not tell you about this.

If you Colonel Glyne Grannum and dishonest Commander Clarke close that Central Mart, you are going to learn how junior soldiers can destroy dishonest and unprofessional individuals who can no longer be trusted and have no integrity. I.E.  YOU BITCH. AND YOUR SHADOW.  The two of you seem to have an agenda and you getting there trying to intimated and discredit good officers. No more something has to be done.  What is Lt Alexander in close arrest for, because Commander Clarke cannot get his way, this is the same Commander Clarke that uses to be at Lt Alexander woman’s house every Sat as he put it and he is the one along with Col Grannum that brought her back into the BDF without any checks being done.  Now he trying to lock up the young officer, This is the same Cdr Clarke who slept with Latoya Callender, who the fiancé of Pte Browne and then set up the youngster to be discharged under psychiatric grounds.  And we the junior ranks cannot get any justice because Col Grannum, Cdr dowridge, Lt Col Atheline Branch, Sir Elliot Belgrave; Captain Shurland; Capt Caddle; WO1 Knight; MCPO Howell; Trevor Thorpe; Major Clarke of the Queens Household and all the big boys in the District Lodge Fraternity covered for him.

I was of the opinion that the Lodge had good people, but to sit and allow this behaviour to occur speaks poorly of them. We the junior soldiers plan to protest against what has happen and no matter what some form of action must be taken.  I was also made to understand that the Governor General who is also a member of the Lodge was informed and no one did anything about it. He was then allowed to come back and has embarked on fucking up all those that went against, it was reported that Major Yearwood paid the biggest price, all the others try talking up to him so that they would not be fired. 

Standby FOR BDF IN CRISIS:  Destruction of BDF by Chief Of Staff and Deputy Chief of Staff.   Anonymous