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Join Date: Jun 2012
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.