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02-06-2013, 11:38 AM
*James leaves the brig and heads to his quarters, it is dark and silent.*

*As he heads over to the desk with a chair and sinks into it.* *His thoughts go to Firie and to his rage at Preston.. He is still having a hard time coming to terms with it.. *

*Message comes in from Wax considered another Admiral but is still a Captain.*

James: Yes Wax?

Wax: We have started our preparations with the vessels being refitted with stronger beam shields and with Zero point weaponry..

James: Still better than nothing. How is work coming on adapting the Zeta Weapons to ours?

Wax: Work is slow.

James: *Brings up the written schematics of their weapons and theirs.*

Try testing the Omega and Zeta particle into a controlled chamber away from anywhere civilized.. We don't want casualties.

Wax: Very well sir.