Lost and Damned

[Osilon]

Jasmine, who had stood in the back for the most, looking over the designs. "Oui. If...When...we reach the core worlds, we do not know the state of the Brigands within. For all we know they have their own heirachy. And it isn't just our wealth we need to defend, is it? There is no point in Jaguars and Ascos when they will be thrown into the void as soon as the next Royalist capital rolls down the lane...As bad as it is for appearance, we will need to retreat sometimes. It is always good to have something big to retreat to."
She examines the slowly rotating cruiser, flickering in the holo-imager, her cocky smile quickly fading.
"However. This ship may be strong, but isn't it rather outdated? Gallics have developed quite terrifying things all over the place in the last few years. How long will such a weapon be able to stand in the advancing technological war?"

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.