[ Howdy, fellow snowhellites, today you're treated to Merlwyb's actual voice instead of just lines and lines of judgemental text. Not to say she isn't sounding particularly displeased, but it helps that she has a distinct timbre clearly better suited to barking commands at her men rather than subtle politics.
But politics aren't what she has in mind for today anyway. Instead, her tone is one of lazy rhetoric barely covering some very pointed barbs... in truth, meant to prick folk into action rather than to simply enrage. ]

I wonder, of the many of you still clinging to this farce of civilization, how many are merely drifting corpses marauding as those still doggedly treading water?

[ Oh boy. Here come the metaphors. ]

Given the bloody embarrassment displayed recently, one should scarcely stand meekly accepting their fate as useless flotsam - or to be dragged under by such - surely some must still retain some spine to resist the tide. I, for one, cannot well sleep soundly with the knowledge of work yet left undone.

[ Here, the Admiral's tone shifts - a resonance of arrogant confidence she's employed in many times before to rouse her nation to task. She's probably dictating to the device while standing with all a manner of gestures to an audience that can't see her, simply from force of habit. ]

To those in whom blood yet runs hot through their veins, 'tis mine intent to move on the offensive. 'Anomalies' need not remain faceless boogeymen to terrify the simple of mind. Know your enemy; bleed them for aught at all that might be of use, then turn it against them to crush them on the reefs - as is intrinsic of all wars of attrition.

[ Translation: going for reconnaissance, not a simple beat 'em up. Fight smarter, not harder, kids. ]

Naturally, such a task entails considerable danger. Pray hold your silence should you lack strength of body or conviction.