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<span class="mu-r">“If she can’t be the Voyager, why don’t we let her go with ‘Enterprise’.”</span>
Flint and Van were giving you confused looks, but you managed to get a snort out of Reed.
<span class="mu-r">“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. But in all seriousness, I’d like to meet with this mercenary company before we make any hasty decisions.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“Yes. I would like to meet them as well.”</span>
Van added.
<span class="mu-g">“Me three.”</span>
Flint chimed in.
Reed nodded and shoved his hands into the pockets of his lab coat.
<span class="mu-b">“In that case, I should be able to get them down here sometime within the next two or three days. I’m sure they’d love to have someone on their crew with Va Nee’s ‘talents’.”</span>
Oh, yeah. Having someone who can teleport cargo back and forth would probably be a huge help for any shipping company.
<span class="mu-r">“One more thing. I don’t suppose you have any other contacts in space that could help us? Maybe a potential list of recruits for this cause.”</span>
You suggested. Reed replied by punching another command into the table’s console. The view of the solar system suddenly expanded, zooming out so that it portrayed your galaxy as a swirling spiral of star-stuff. Another group of icons popped up, depicting the various individuals and organizations that you’d come to associate with power and authority up there in the stars. The Nova Corps, the Guardians of the Galaxy(of course), and a group called the Starjammers that you vaguely recall hearing about from somewhere. But the rest were mostly unknown to you.
<span class="mu-b">“We’ve got good relations with The Guardians and the Nova Corps, but having them help us would be counter-productive. They attract too much attention. I have, however, managed to compile a list of potential recruits.”</span>
As he said that, new icons began popping up. One was of a giant fuzzy, anthropomorphic feline alien with an unnaturally adorable face. Another was of a pale, smiling man with unnaturally smooth facial features and long tendrils on either side of his head. Neither looked very threatening, but Reed seemed to think otherwise, because both their threat ratings were considerably higher than you expected.
According to these readings, this "Gorr" guy must be pretty strong.
Reed opened his mouth to continue speaking, but a persistent pinging sound cut him off before he could get started again.
<span class="mu-b">“Ah! We’re in luck. That must be the captain now.”</span>
Reed stretched his arm back over towards the console and input a command to answer the call. A second later, the display of the galaxy was replaced by a wide, rectangular screen that portrayed the captain of the Black Bunny Brigade. Or…that’s what was supposed to be on the screen, but all you saw was a shiny red lens peering into the camera.
<span class="mu-b">“Hello? This thing on?”</span>
(Cont.)
