'An operation above all'

[Jayenbee]

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Quietly chuckles and mutters. "Cockcord." Before taking another long drag, taking note of Hollywood's visage with a sidelong stare. "Noise-makers. We need to make ourselves look bigger, throw 'em off." He'd return his attention to the projections, tracing a finger along the belt towards the Concord, system-east to west. "With all these asteroids, we throw out some scrap-rigs with UN IFFs, throw 'em in this way. Useless in a fight, but make a lot of scanner noise." He'd then lean back and gesture towards the periphery of the star with the butt of his cigar. "Then sweep in with some bombers 'n' boats, edge of the 'rona, should mask us long enough. If all goes to plan, Navy falls for the noise-makers. Pulls off some wings, lets out torp boys get in real close, do some damage."

With a narrowed gaze, stroking of the beard with one hand, his metallic digits pinching at his smoke as he graciously puffs away, Niska seems to pause in contemplation for a while. He'd mutter: "Could do it to draw 'em from tha' gate."

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When contending with a monster, you'd be wise to give the devil his due.