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12/27/2015 2:22:44 AM
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"You won't have to. All I'm asking for is a way home, not weapons of mass destruction."-Silver
*Icier looks even more agitated
"From what I can tell, the enemies you fought earlier were ripping your ships apart. Perhaps, if we help you fight those Borgians, could you provide us transport back to our Galaxy?"-Icier
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"That sounds fair. This is the third time they've come out of the shadows. And I do intent to make it the last."
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 12/27/2015 4:52:51 AM*Silver looks to Icier with a smirk, then turns to the Admiral "Thank you. I'll get to work on my fighter shortly."-Silver *they leave the bridge, and begin to head to the hanger
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"Wow. They left without even hearing my proposal." The Admiral chuckles to himself as he takes a drink of Namekian Ale from the replicator.
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 12/27/2015 4:53:42 AM*before the doors close, Silver walks back in, Icier not far behind "Proposal for what?"-Silver
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"It's obvious we're the only people here capable of bringing you home. And, I need you lot to strike the Borgs where it hurts. Seems we have a compromise on our hands."
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"Let me guess. You are making a Strike Team consisting of Cyprus team members and possibly some of your troops."-Icier
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"Exactly. See? You're getting the hang of it." He smiles.
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*Icier looks back to Silver. They both nod to each other, then look back at the Admiral "We're in. What's the target?"-Silver
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"It'll be in the report. For now, just get back to your ship. Or be my guest, take a little visit of our station."
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"Thank you."-Silver *the two of them head out to explore the station
