"I'll handle this, Comms." Pat said, walking over and pulling on the comm unit. The traffic control officer saw Pat in her commscreen; a youngish looking man with curly brown hair and very long nose.<strong>"This is Captain Patrick Clifton, of the United Earth Directorate Battlecruiser <em>Churchill</em>, to New Saint Angels spaceport. Our intentions are to locate stranded UED personnel who were left behind in this sector when Admiral DuGalle's Expedition was driven off by the Zerg, and to observe the Terran Dominion and see if they have bellicose intentions towards the Homeworld. We have no quarrel with the Kel-Morian Combine, but be advised, we are prepared to vigourously defend ourselves if you show any hostile intent towards us."</strong><br/><br/><em>Let's see how they take that then,</em>he thought. The iron gauntlet hidden within a velvet glove, one of Admiral Gerard DuGalle's favoured tactics, and one Patrick had adopted from his old mentor.