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[[Back on the bridge of the HMS Bounty, the battle does not appear to be going well.]]
Grey Drone: We have lost another Grey ship and two Physaric ships from Section Twelve!
Grand Protuberance: [Frowning] Regrettable. The Physarics did not cover our ship's flank as ordered.

Plato: Our ships performed the maneuver as planned. The Grey ship is the one that slipped out of formation.
Protuberance: Inaccurate, but irrelevant. Move Section Eighteen into position.

Plato: Eighteen is guarding Twenty-Four so they can perform their feint. Send in Thirty-Six instead.
Protuberance: [Scowling] Thirty-Six is engaging in Section Forty-Two. They cannot guard anyone!

Nick: [Clearly frustrated, putting his hand on his forehead as if nursing a headache] This is ridiculous! We need both sides to coordinate! We can't do that with you two bickering!
[[An unidentified voice interjects from off-panel.]]
Off-panel Voice: I may have a solution for that...