Duncan sat silently, reviewing the comm panel as he listened to Doc and Voncloud strategize. He noticed several messages that needed his attention, and when there was a pause in the conversation he spoke up.
"Gentleman, I think we have made a good start here today. With these tiny steps, we begin to become organized, and will be ready when the Corsairs return."
He glanced down at the comm panel again.
"I'm afraid that I have some other business to attend to, business that might prove useful in this situation."
He turned the comm panel around on the desk for them to see the message from Phoenix.
"Perhaps our distant brethren could be of use to us. We may lack the capital ships to slug it out with a Corsair fleet, but they do not. Who knows what may come of this? I will leave you both to your work, as I am sure you have much to do and little time to do it. Doctor, we will most certainly maintain a schedule of meetings, so we may all remain appraised of the total situation. Now if you'll excuse me gentleman."
With that Duncan rose from his desk and walked calmly toward the door. Once he had reached it, he stopped and turned around.
"Feel free to use my office gentleman, but Jerard try not to drink my entire stock alright?"
He then turned once more and went through the door, quickly making his way toward the landing area, where he would take a shuttler to the company yacht.
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