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?
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