Thursday September 6, 2001
Haban II:Admiral, I hear you are taking up the teraport flag on your own.
Breya:I'm not an admiral anymore, and I was never your admiral.
Haban II:I also hear that your crew right now is simply a hold full of frozen terrorists.
Breya:Are you making a point, or rubbing something in?
Haban II:Did I mention that I'm currently unemployed?
Breya:The pay won't be good until I find something in this mess I can sell.
Haban II:Permission to come aboard, admiral?