Sarah, back on the bridge of the newly refited Alexander, looked over the decoded pirate starcharts with some relish.  While it had taken a combination of the brightest minds in their new fleet, they know knew where the pirate base had been as of two months back.  And it was unlikely to have moved far.  She took a look down at her bridge crew.  Their new enthusiasm was infectious, and even Servitor Murphe seemed more alive.<em>good programing</em>she suspected.<br/><br/>She admired the faint reflected image of herself in the bridge's main viewscreen.  She was dressed, (if that was the right word) in an exact copy of the skintight 'shipsuit' the makers of 'Baromir, Pirate Killer' had decided would be their sexpot's perfect costume.  It was only missing the easy to rip panels the actress had worn.<br/><br/>When viewing the film weeks before, Sarah had sat, stunned, though her double's first minutes of bad dialogue.  Then laughed through every further occurrence.  Since then, she had taken to wearing the outfits, and using the accent of the actress at all times, though no one had asked her 'why' yet.<br/><br/>"Alexander ready to warp, Commodore!" She reported over the fleet Vox in the delicate high bred tones the actress had used.