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</div><br/>There were times when Var'meh_ Bla-ha- regretted her choices in life. This, however, was not one of them. Sitting in the captain's chair on the bridge of a tangle ship, her mind wandered to places she'd been, sights she'd seen, that she would not have if she'd stayed home, where she grew up in the adopted oceans of the Mrinka home world, or had stayed on the Bruth^ie home world when she moved there after her spawning. Okay so maybe getting kicked out of the Imperial Military Academy on Mars had not really been her best move ever, but Mars was such a horribly<i>dry </i>place.<br/><br/>She was naked as per her own preferred attire. No-one seemed to mind too much, and anyway right now she was alone on the bridge. She was just a little bit bored. They said that life in the military was 90% boredom and ten percent terror? Well life as a pirate was pretty much the same, except the terror was what they dished out. No way the armed merchant tramp could go toe-to-toe with a real warship. For one thing the ship had three launchers with fifty missiles each - well, forty nine in one of them after that test fire yesterday to make sure the new batch of missiles were compatible with the ship's targeting software. But an imp Corvette had six tubes with a hundred birds for each tube. Fortune forbid they should come up against a frigate or destroyer....<br/><br/>No, the last thing Var'meh_ wanted was the thrilling terror of actual combat. Being able to sit in the Captain's chair and do absolutely fuck all for hours was good enough. She picked up the cup of HuuFruit juice that her navigator had brought for her earlier in the watch and sipped, one of her tentacles reaching out for the spray mist bottle that contained salt water. She was just about to squirt some liquid onto her breasts where she was feeling a slight itch, when there was a soft ding.<br/><br/>The Bruth^ie glanced down at the holographic display projected by the command chair and sat up, setting the cup of juice aside. She did take a moment to squirt herself, because itching would distract her in the event they needed to tangle out. She tapped the shipwide intercom. "Captain to the bridge, Captain to the bridge. Gravitation anomaly detected, probable tangle exit. Watch officer to scan tech, report to the bridge please, to verify contact."<br/><br/>There was a definite gravitation shift, detected by passive grav sensors, about three light minutes away, almost directly "above" them. Var'meh_ slid out of the seat and used a small cloth she kept nearby to wipe it down so the captain would not be sitting in Bruth^ie slime - an unfortunate side effect of being a salt water dwelling mollusc. Her leg skin hardened and she stood to one side as the Captain and scan tech came onto the bridge, followed by any of the rest of the crew who weren't busy doing other things. After nine hours of sitting dead in space, with the ship on strict emission control, waiting, any sort of announcement would generate interest, and a possible target contact was well worth getting out of bed for.