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			The Red Queen paused and looked to the rest of her ladies, "So real space navigation, tangle operators, and weapons are busy so would any of you like to try your hand at a polite, but firm, request that our new friends over in Solar Queen or shall I present my own special blend of over the top theatrics?"
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</blockquote>In the n-space pilot's chair, Rahks'ha took a few seconds to consider what might be said and how it might be said.  Threatening the crew of the prize freighter had the appeal of playing with one's still breathing food.  It made her smile and show teeth.<br/><br/>Rahks'ha turned her head to address their Captain, "Red Queen," for Annika had been an Admiral and not a mere Captain, "I could 'politely' explain to them, perhaps with a more pronounced Mrinka accent, that we are the stronger, that they will not out-fly me, and that they can either surrender to our 'taxation' or we will sift through the debris of their shattered ship for salvageable cargo."<br/><br/>The Mrinka pilot then turned her head back to her instruments.  Maybe another crewmember might come up with a more persuasive 'polite request', or maybe not.  Then she looked back over her shoulder and said, "If they recognize<i>Hnahag</i>and<i>Gjzahahra</i>, then they will know that I am sincere."<br/><br/>In her mind, Rhaks'ha felt herself begin to get excited in anticipation.  Hunting and chasing wasn't sex but it was the excitement that was available to her.