Ricor Messman
Ricor laughed. It was not a happy laugh.
"That means he pulled the ship around, what, an hour ago? No more than three. Last time I'll be sending out scouts."
He muttered something more about making contact, but the words were lost as he shifted and drew himself upright in his chair.
"Well then... We'd best start scanning for Federation debris. Tell the boys at Engineering to hook the main Gölz to our Sec P-grid and I want the turrets manned. Slow us down to half speed, and get an escort ready for that Ares. When the pilot's home, send him straight up here.
"I expect a right good reason for breaking orders."
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