RUN AWAY!

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Aboard the Falarran, trouble for the recently 'appointed' Admiral began to brew.

"We've got no other option." one of four assembled techs sighed.

"We can't let them damage this ship." The second, Mr. Connery-beard, muttered. "There's no way in hell this thing can outfly a Bretonian Battleship. That fool on Captain Darraway's bridge just can't understand that this is just a big gun platform. It was never meant for this kind of combat."

"So what do we do?" The third asked. "They never tell us anything. Even your Chief Engineer's Perogative won't stop this; the Corsairs will have had the computer locked out a long time ago."

"We have to get to the bridge and take out the Corsair staff." Four frowned. "It's as simple as that. We have the element of surprise, but there are only four of us. And let's face it, we're engineers; does any of you really know how to handle a plasma rifle?"

"But we've got those new Laser Rifles in Armory One." Connery smiled grimly. "They're really just big laser torches. We all know how to handle those better than any Corsair bridge bunny."

"So be it. We head down to Armory One, get us some torches, and take the ship. How long do you think the shields can hold out?" One lifted his butt from the stack of crates he'd been sitting on.

"Fifteen minutes, best." Connery frowned again, standing up as well. "If the Bretonian pilot is good, he'll be able to outfly our gunners."

And lo, outside the docking bay's spacious bottom, they watched a Bretonian battleship do a barrel roll and pump six Razors into their engines.

"Let's move!" Connery shouted, sprinting down the hall, the others in pursuit.

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Quick comment - we thought that Panzer was the Leader, Swift. -Agmen

Which Dreadnought was that?

One of your nine.