Milenya suppressed a little sigh. The captain was being optimistic; she had a feeling that they weren't done with this yet.<br/><br/>She gave Kala and Taseer a sideways glance, her train of thought switching to a new track as she murmured,<span style="color: #6495ED">"The tech lab has manufacturing schematics for some of the trickier pieces of tech. I don't know if you had the time to explore all the data there. If you need anything..."</span><br/><br/>Every warship had at least one machine shop. This one had two, apparently. One for the easy to find, common parts and one, more secured, for the proprietary electronics. Not all of them, certainly, but from her brief perusal of the list, she'd seen names of manufacturers from all across Council space, most of them in the microcircuitry field.<br/>Some of them might need military credentials to access, but now she knew who to go to.<br/><br/>As the meeting broke up, she pushed off the wall and headed toward Cantenelli.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Captain, may I have a moment?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>