<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Thraxius harumphed, feigning indifference.  "Fancy seeing you down in this neck of the ship, most esteemed Void Mistress.  It's always pleasant to be reminded of the fact that one hasn't been utterly forgotten."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Sarah smiles at his tone, but nods contritely.  "My apologies, oh honored Explorator, for neglecting you.  Though..." She looks appraisingly about the med center.  "If this is the result of neglect, it may be hard not to ignore you more often!"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">When he came back into view all seven eyes were scrutinizing Sarah's face.  "A Dreadclaw is a blighted nightmare trapped in a metal hide, lost from the divine guidance of the Omnissiah and driven mad by the darkness caging it.  Normally I would suggest jettisoning it into the nearest star in a Rite of Repentance, but I must admit that my own curiosity would not permit me to be so hasty in this delicate matter.  If you will allow me, I will strip the foul venom from this abomination's fangs and grind it into obedience beneath my heel."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Sarah nods in approval.  "By all means, let us tame the beast."  She looks over to the navigator.  "What do you think, Delila?"