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			She sat elegantly in her seat and told her scan tech, "Looks like our target is exiting the tangle. You don't need me to say this , but get the specs as soon as you can. She ought to be an Armiger class Freighter not more than 1mil kilos. If she's a lot less mass then she's the wrong ship. Then again, same mass can be a Destroyer class warship. So, even with the right tonnage we'll still need to keep an eye out before we light up and burn in at full speed."
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</div><br/>Mulika didn't take her eyes off her scopes while the captain spoke.<br/><br/>"Aye aye, Captain," she quietly replied.<br/><br/>She adjusted the gain on her neutrino sensors, tightened the algorithm filtering out cosmic radiation, and created a composite overlay across the electromagnetic spectrum.  She grinned and transmitted the analysis to Helm, Navigation, and Weapons.<br/><br/>"Captain.  Armiger-class freighter, eight hundred thousand kilos.  Looks like a long-range frontier model."<br/><br/>She touched a control on one of her displays.  She peered at the analysis imagery.<br/><br/>"She's burning dirty.  Her drives need maintenance, but it's solid constant exhaust plume."<br/><br/>She turned to look up at the Captain, a predatory grin on her scarred face.<br/><br/>"Her transponder indicates she's the Solar Queen, registered in the Newhon system and operating under the Imperial flag.  Not quite fat, but prit-ty sleek."