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[[As Victor Brown continues to hold Nick in a headlock, Colonel Lionel Barker addresses the stunned bridge.]]
Lionel: I highly recommend that no one move or take any provocative action. Otherwise, I'm afraid I cannot guarantee Mister Wellington's well being.

[[Still doubled-over in the floor, clutching his stomach in pain, Justin turns toward Esther Matusevitch.]]
Justin: [Weakly] Matuse...vitch...
Lionel: [Smirking] It's of no use, son. Aside from the occasional well-deserved open-handed slap, I'm afraid Esther is not one for fisticuffs.
[[Esther glares at the Colonel with her hands on her hips.]]

Nick: What are you playing at, Colonel? If this is a coup, I don't think the Greys and Physarics are going to listen to you.
Lionel: Quite to the contrary. I fear my plan is nothing so elaborate.

Lionel: As much as I would relish commanding the greatest fleet this galaxy has ever seen, my needs are far more basic. I want a single ship, and the infinite freedom it affords.