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The StarScouts have
kept the packet of interest under distant-observation.
"Wish they would try something," Chet-Chek comments,
"This is getting magnanomous."
"Monotonous?" Saffron asks with surprise.
"That too," Chet-Chek answers, then on another tangent
of thought he says, "The packet in question must be carrying a personage
of some biggo noteriety or even a shipment of highly-valubles."
"And why would you reach that conclusion?" Saffron
asks back.
"Well, like if you are right and they have one of those
hard-core Viper-pilots at the controls," Chet reasons, "There could
be something of mega-value they have onboard."
"Could be," Saffron concedes.
"Well then, I say we take it," Chet-Chek seeks to
convince her, "It could be something reeally big."
"And what if it turns out to be just a couple Colonial
Warriors who overstayed their Leave at a 'Brosian Saloon and missed their
departure?" Saffron reasons back.
"Major waste of effort," Chet-Chek decides, then,
"We could Blast them," he suggests brightly.
"Violates the Capstan's General Policy," Saffron
reminds Chet, "and besides, then we'd have the entire Colonial Fleet
after us two, specifically."
"Yes right there," Chet coms, "So now what?"
"We just sort of hang back and sees what developes,"
Saffron states.
"They know we are here," Chet-Chek says of the packet.
Saffron blinks her brown eyes. Chet-Chek has a point there. In
such a wide-open expanse of space, even these low-profile Backers would show
up on navigational-qulity scanners like a three-ring carnival.
"Chet-Chek, form up and thake the cover position,"
Saffron speaks, her tone businesslike, "I am about to deliver a wake-up
call."
Saffron flips open the cover on a switch and sets the control
beneath at mid-power. Her plan called for a straight shot of laser, no cannon
burst would be needed.
Her delivery would be a ranging shot.
There is a hum as the cannons charge. Saffron takes the Backer
and begins her sweep in, from the high angle of attack.
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