“Wilson, full subversive scan of the Flotilla. I want as much of a picture as you can give me.”
A few moments later, the view screen on the wall slid silently open. On it were displayed the specs of the ship and a Tri-D schematic of Flotilla. There were signs of damage all over her. She wouldn’t be going anywhere for quite awhile. The doctor came up behind Ben, peering over his left shoulder.
“They had quite a battle,” the doctor mused.
“What are the two of them thinking, taking on Riley in a Mining Guild vessel? Doesn’t make sense.” Shaking his head, Ben held up a hand. “Let me rephrase that. It probably makes sense to someone, just not to me.”
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