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The Bridge of the
Friggan A bustles with hurried activity.
The Briodge Officer is looking at a console, reading the latest
data, "Two Scouts have reported in," he says, "They report,
Battlestar On Patrol."
The Side ConsoleTech looks up, "Tracking plots the BOP on
the for edge of the Colonial Systems."
"With the BOP-target approaching, I beleive we should order
all of our privateer-longships to evacuate the systems."
"Watch this hand, while tis hand.." Capstan San-Maru
looks specutively out of the port-screen, "And what of our
fast-transports?"
"All are reaching the Confeiture controlled schism, and
have already begun to disperse," the Side ConsoleTech reports.
"Then it is agreed," San-Maru replies,
"Evacuation is most prudent at this time."
The Side ConsoleTechnician speaks up, "Sir, there are still
many of the at-will freelancers still operating at large within the Exclusion
Zone, what about them?"
The Bridge Officer considers the ConsoleTech's point, looks over
,and asks, "Capstan?"
San-Maru hardly breaks his long-gaze out of the port
star-screen, "The General Prize Rules shall apply, all who are
able to escape shall be entitled to retain a one hundred percent-share of any
prizes or confiscation that they have taken."
"Yes, Capstan," the Side-ConsoleTech says slowly.
"We buy Time," Capstan San-Maru posits evenly.
"It shall take the Colonial's Time to apprehend, and
acquire custody," the Side ConsoleTech reasons.
"All right then, transmit Battlestar On Patrol, and the
Evacuation Codes," the Bridge Officer tells the
ConsoleTech, "Sometimes it's a dirty business," the Bridge Officer
assures him.
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