Aboard the TF7 Honolulu

[Total.Absolution]

After shaking Daniels hand, Carl sits down.

"Oh, nothing, just got a little bored the the WC's pep talk. I gotta relax, after captaining that carrier for about a week, I got enormously tired."
He yawns, and leans back in the chair.

[Switchback]

David Leans back in his Chair

So, How is that going anyway? Captaining a Carrier must be hard. I prefer the
smaller command of a gunboat. A lot more Multi Purpose than a carrier. It may have a smaller
crew, but it lets them know eachother more, and a Well Trained crew can do just about anything.
Hell, One of Potomacs Last Kills was a Rogue Destroyer. Quite the Nice Explosion. anyway,
you hear about the new guardian I ordered?

Marshal Waves over a waiter

One scotch, on the rocks please
You want anything?

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Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.

[Total.Absolution]

Anders hands the waiter his empty glass of what was, water
Refill please.
He looks back at Daniel
What you say is true, a small, skilled crew can do just about anything. Even though that carrier has only been around for a few weeks, it's destroyed several dozen destroyers, gunboats, and even a few lazy bomber pilots. So far there is even one less Rhineland battleship to worry about because of the Superior. Operating with a crew of about 150, it's not exactly small. But having gunners with years of experience helps a lot. I don't know if you heard, though. The carrier is getting decommissioned at Juneau shipyard.
He stops, and thinks what to say
Although I still have the Peak around. Poor crew had to sit out the last fight with a few Rhienland battleships. The Peak has really one of the highest skilled gun-crews around.
He leans back in his chair, and stretches his rather thin arms

[Switchback]

Please, You have not bagged that many Kills. Bragging is quite bad you know.

The Waiter comes back, handing the men their glasses.Marshal Takes a sip
of his Scotch, then ponders what to say

Remember, being "The most Skilled guncrew" is a matter of opinion. for example, i think
the Potomac's guncrews are far more skilled than say...Assault squadrons Guncrews.
But thats a Biased answer. Anyway, what do you think of Operation Minor Threat? I
Requisitioned a fighter just for the op, the crew of the Potomac are getting a break while
we are out on the Op. Im still thinking of what kind of weapons to mount on the Guardian,
dont know what The Op will Require.

David takes another sip of his Scotch.

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Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.

[Total.Absolution]

He laughs
You think I was bragging? I'm not kidding, that thing was out almost 24/7 on the hunt. Oh, and I think that you might want to take some heavy hitters. I myself have a Solaris and three Prometheus codename weapons. That, along with a pair of Magma Hammer Mk V's. Those hit hard, almost anything in it's path will get ripped to shreds without proper protection.
He leans back again and takes a large swig from his glass of water

[Total.Absolution]

He briefly says goodbye to Daniel, gets up and walks out of the bar

[Switchback]

Replying to Anders goodbye, Daniel gets up, and walks out of the bar...

10 minutes Later, he walks back in, carrying a folder with [CLASSIFIED]
written on it. Daniel walks up to Heather Cain, Commodore of the TF7, and
Snaps a Salute

Ma'am, May I have a Moment of your time?

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Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.

[LONGBOW]

"I'll never get used to that," thought Kris as he watched Daniels saluting Cain. Every bar had its ups and downs, even a bar full of navy spec-ops types. On the upside, the bar was a great place to realx and get to know your superiors. On the downside, the superiors always seemed intent on not letting him relax, and after a few rounds everbody thought they superiors of some sort. "Hey bossman!" exclaimed Clark, "what's up with the Admiraless?" Of course, he could always count on his point-man to lighten things up.
"Don't know yey," he answered, "I assume it has something to do with Minor Threat."
"Again," replied Clark, "What are they changing now?"
"Who knows man, but drink up. This stuff's hard enough to come by in Liberty, I guarentee you won't find it in the omicrons."
"True that. If only the LPI knew what we did with the contraband."
But of course, the LPI did not know what he did with the contraband, and the 4 cases of casablanca had gone quite unmised. As for the Admiral and the Omicron adventure, he decieded to let come what may. His plans were finished and reviewed, and his elite crew knew every play by heart. They had all been there before, and he wondered what they would find this time. Not too long though, there were still 3 cases of contraband to dispose of.

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[Miranda]

*She turns to the man*

Commander, come with me, we can go into my office on the Oakland and speak in private there

*The two depart for a shuttle*

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[Charo]

::A FEW DAYS LATER::

Allison walks into the bar, seeming almost happy with herself, a few scrapes seen on her face

"Bartender! Get me a scotch on the rocks! I'm celebrating!"

She walks over and sits in her usual stool, looking out among the bar, observing everyone there and taking sips from her glass.

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