This is 'Sleep Training Module F-18-43b: Willful Planning' which describes what can happen out there and explains why good wills are important. It is mandatory for all sponsors in the Bedford Military District.
There are good ways and bad ways to write your will. The module also explains why some of the clauses in these wills exist.
I am Rear Admiral Frank Jefferies and I am currently commander of the 181st fleet out of the Bedford District. My task today is to explain to you why wills are important and to explain what happens when poor will planning occurs.
I was eighteen when I was extracted and my CAP score was 7.6. I started with four intelligent and beautiful concubines, Mary, Joanne, Mia and Sophie, when we were picked up in the Boston area of the United States about year 4 of the Sa'arm era. I joined the Navy and after considerable training earned my wings as an F104 fighter pilot. I was assigned to the 704th fighter wing and joined the Abraham Lincoln a month after training was complete.
During training, the crew of the ship received recommendations that pilots especially write wills to be registered with the ship and base's AI in the event of our demise. My wing man was the first person on my list, followed by all my squadron mates. I then listed my squadron commander and then the air wing commander. I also listed some ground based people I knew, some on different planets, in the event my ship did not make it. I also listed my father and mother, who were extracted as sponsors several months before me. I was 18 at the time so they could not get me picked up.
As the years went by, I regularly updated my will as I was transferred, promoted and unfortunately some of my fellow sponsors died. I picked up two extra concubines when my wing man crashed while landing on a destroyer three months into my initial deployment. Don't ask why he was landing on a destroyer, it is too long a story. I ended up with both of his concubines, Sally and Susan.
As far as fighter pilots go, I was good and very lucky. I advanced up the ranks quickly. Because I was good at it, training my fellow pilots the ropes killing Sa'arm torpedo bombers and the like was my number one priority. I also spent a significant amount of time reviewing footage and looking for weakness in Sa'arm attack craft ... but that's another module :-).
Once we were on our colony, the number of concubines you had could grow to an enormous number. There was no real limit. Extra concubines were awarded by the governor of the colony and others for just about anything good. Wills also allowed you extra concubines. Your or your concubines' dependents were also eligible to be your concubine and were added for free.
One day the AI reported to me that I was listed on the wills of 623 sponsors in the fleet. At the time I was a strike group commander, commanding the six squadrons on the carrier, and it turned out that my entire command had me listed as a heir. This not only consisted of the 72 pilots but also the support crews for 72 fighters. Each fighter had a six person support crew. The list grew to 623 because I was told that a lot of pilots that were promoted and transferred to other ships had left me on their lists. I didn't worry about it because if the ship or the squadron bought it I'd most likely be as dead I they were. The list continued to grow over the years.
A couple of years later my incident, as I like to refer to it, occurred. It started one day while I was walking through a park on Limpet while on leave. I was by then a Major commanding the strike wings of the six carriers in the 180th Fleet. I don't remember any of the incident and I am told that that is not unusual. I am told that a marine committed suicide with a grenade in the park that day. He was distraught after losing his concubines for mistreating them. It was thought that he had no intentions of hurting anyone else. I apparently saw what he was doing and tried to stop him by talking him out of it. Apparently he did not see it my way and let the handle fly. They tell me witnesses said that I tried to take cover but I ended up in a med tube for seven days. I was pretty much still out of it the next two or three days after that. Around then I found out that my fleet had deployed without me and that I would either be reassigned or rejoin them after the deployment or they returned to base to rearm or refuel.
I was not that upset about the situation, because as is common knowledge now that Admiral Jeeves was not an easy person to deal with. My second in command would have to deal with that until I recovered. I was on leave for a reason, I needed down time. Little did I know, Admiral Jeeves had filled the empty slot with one of his personal cronies. This would turn out to be a huge blunder.
Admiral Jeeves' plans always had flaws in them. He relied on his subordinates to find and plug them. He could be quite belligerent while doing so, and tore me a new hole every once in a while. In the end though, if he could see an advantage in plugging the hole in his plan, he would do it. I became very effective at getting him to plug the holes I recognized.
This time though his crony did not see the obvious hole in the Admiral's plan and no one else spoke up if they saw it. The old Russian proverb, "Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me" had a Swarm extension: "You might get away with it a third time but just go ahead and try it a fourth time and see what happens."
The result is reported as "Jeeves' Folly." The Swarm ambushed his fleet. Every single major unit in his fleet was destroyed along with most of his escorts. The only reason we know exactly what happened is that several destroyers managed to escape and the AIs on those ships had the records of the planning meetings. During operations, Jeeves used the same jump entry point to a system four times in a row. The Sa'arm saw a pattern and were sitting on the jump point the fourth time.
What happened after that is why this training module exists.
One day the Bedford Military District commander summoned me to his office. My immediate reaction was to ask Susan what kind of trouble she was in. Sue was still sporting a bright red ass from the last prank she pulled on a sponsor. She was currently grounded for life as it almost resulted in her being recycled.
She insisted that she had done nothing, though she still looked scared. I figured she was considering past transgressions that she had not yet been caught for.
I told her that she'd better be right and left for the base commander's office. She had a look of terror on her face. She knew she was on the edge.
Once I arrived, I was greeted by a very somber office staff and utter silence. Something bad was in the air.
I introduced myself to the ensign manning the Base Commander's approaches and she quietly said, "He is waiting for you. Knock before you go in."
I did. I knocked on the door, and the Admiral said, "Come."
The scene that greeted me scared the shit right out of me. Admiral Jeeves was standing at attention in front of Vice Admiral Williams' desk. There was only one reason Admiral Jeeves would be in this office so shortly after deployment. Admiral Jeeves had tears in his eyes. Admiral Williams turned to a lieutenant in the room and said, "Please take Admiral Jeeves into custody. He is confined to quarters until a board of inquiry can determine his status."
Admiral Williams turned to me. I saluted and said, "Major Frank Jefferies reporting as ordered, Sir."
He returned the salute and then shook my hand, telling me, "It's good to meet you face to face. I've heard a lot about you. Please be seated."
"You've probably guessed by now that something bad has happened. It will become public knowledge within a couple of hours. Task Force 18.25, which of course you know is just about 90% of the 180th Fleet, has been destroyed. Only a few badly damaged destroyers escaped. They were ambushed at Jump Point Zebra. All remaining personnel are presumed lost. The only reason Admiral Jeeves is still alive is that he was transferring his command to a cruiser when the Jefferson -- his command ship -- was destroyed. The shuttle eventually made it to an escaping destroyer.
"You are the highest ranking surviving officer and are now in command of what is left of the 180th fleet. The few destroyer captains will be seeing to their ships and crew for the next several months. I am changing the name of the remainder of the fleet. It will be called the 181st fleet as we rebuild it.
"My first task for you is a rescue mission back to the Kerryat System to try to locate survivors. If you find even one, we are ahead.
"One other thing. You have a big problem. You are now heir to 3,902 concubines.
I stood there a few moments, stunned.
I asked, "Sir, may I ask a few questions?"
The Admiral sarcastically replied, "I don't see why not. I don't have anything to do ... my entire offensive command has been destroyed because some ninny put that man in charge and my requests to replace him were ignored."
"Sir, may I speak freely?"
"Sir, I don't care about Admiral Jeeves. He is history. I am worried about the people we have left. What can you supply me with to get to the sector that the ambush was in to look for survivors?"
"Yes, you're right, that should be my focus too. Thank-you, Colonel."
I had just been promoted, though at the time I though the Admiral made a mistake.
"I have a battleship, six cruisers, and twenty destroyers. Most have skeleton crews.
"I presume you have a plan?"
.... There is more of this story ...