For a moment, it looked like Chitnarit may have put her expansive mouth totally around Vreta’s head when he turned away. But she contented herself with loudly gnashing her fangs while he was speaking instead. She then chimed in immediately after he’d finished, talking over several scientists who studied the holo closely and had questions.

“Perhaps we should scan the [b]filthy[/b] space casino these ones have towed into orbit. Everyone knows it is a front for some scanning equipment of their own. Maybe a command centre?” She pointed a crudely formed hand at Gazes, who violently ejected Freyr’s reconstructed coffee mug out of its mobility suit. It flew fast towards Chitnarit, through Vreta.

“What about the Tindrel slave mills hidden among the asteroid belt? They have already found something, hidden away, haven’t you?” Gazes Fondly sloshed about in its swivel chair like a bucket of chum.