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</div>Stepping onto the Bridge Annika, The Red Queen, was the mistress of all she surveyed. Each station was given a quick glance from her enhanced optics. While such a glance could only be somewhat cursory it would still give her enough information that she'd know to ask the person for a full report as necessary. What she saw made her feel that things were under control by these people.<br/><br/>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."<br/><br/>She glanced to Rahks'ha and smiled, "That's where you come in pilot. Either you'll be full burn straight in with V", she'd shortened  V/laire/e's name a long time ago because she wanted to be able to call it quick if she needed a shot to be fired. "Who will fire a warning shot or you'll be burning full speed out of system and V will be firing everything we have as a defensive screen. Let's hope for the first shall we?"<br/><br/>She expected everyone agreed with her sentiment and sat back in her chair as the tension in the room increased. Each moment closer and closer to the score or to possible oblivion. Those were the stakes as a Pirate, either they would get the freighter and the cargo or they'd get an Imperial warship that had a high chance of turning them into floating debris. So, while she waited she went through all of her planning and preparation. First on station hacking into some of the wealthiest corporations planned routes along with some spy craft, e.g. bribes to certain Imperial officers to get fleet operations. They might get lucky and have two quarries like this before routes were changed and the Imperial Navy escorted ships or she might have screwed everything up.