The following day was spent almost in its entirety with all the captains in the meeting tent with the Admiral going over more patrol Routes, and up, and coming skirmishes, and war games with the Republic of Gamalas Military. It was a yearly competition that the Terrons introduced to the Gamalons, and helped both militarys tremendously. A large part of the final meeting was listening to Amelia grouse about all the politics that her job involved. Making sure that none of the captains beneath her wanted to step up to Admiral. The Politics along was enough to kill a man. Jeremy carefully took notes about the pertinet stuff that Admiral Burnside spoke of, including the wargames, but let the rest of it slide. He had spent enough time under her command to know how to listen for the important stuff. Jeremy also had no intention of accepting admiral, even if the Command staff were remotely interested in a Black Mark like him. It would risk losing the Musashi, and that was unacceptable to him.<br/><br/>Meanwhile on the ship, repairs, maintenance routines were followed, and double checked to make sure that the super dreadnought was in full tip top shape. The young girl that was found in the pod sleeping peacefully through it all as Dr. Santiago, and his nurses kept a close eye upon her. They managed to free the loaf of french bread from her iron grasp, and let her hold a stuff animal that a female crew member donated.<br/><br/><em>0530hrs</em>Launch day<br/><br/>Though out the massive Dreadnought, the sound of a Bugle playing  sounded the waking of the massive vessel. On the bridge, Jeremy was already sitting at his station sipping his coffee as he waited for his crew to join him in order to get the ship ready for lift off, He was sure the other ships were doing the same time. He looked out through the massive windscreen of the 1st Bridge as the predawn light that started to lighten the darken sky. Down in the galley, Moira was serving up breakfast, and dinner for those coming off the third shift.