The captain of the cannibalised Corvette smiled as the sails carried it  onwards.  Her ears strained for the possible advent of any proximity alarm indicating that her ruse had been foiled and her vessel had been targeted.  But none came.<br/><br/>Where any eye turned to them in that moment.  They were probably still trying to fathom out what exactly they were, but loathe to fire on a ship they regarded as one of their own<br/><br/><em>“Adjust course three degrees.  Bring us about Larrisa and past Neptune.” </em><br/><br/>There was an accommodating creak of metal from the rigging as the ship caught the solar winds and pushed on towards the heart of Sol territory.<br/><br/>Quillien turned away from the view screen and started a way back across the bridge.<br/><br/><em>”Keep scanning.  Their defences won’t be so easily passed the deeper we get.  Inform me of anything, no matter how slight”</em>