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[[Another Physaric slithers into the room.]]
Physaric: Master, forgive the intrusion, but our long-range scouts have detected an approaching fleet of ships.
Nega-Nick: Oh, really? (Cough) Details, Scooter.

Scooter: Judging from the hyperspace signatures, it appears to be a large number of Grey ships. There are also "fold" signatures for our own ships. They are moving in unison.

Nega-Nick: So... (cough) ol' mellow-me rubbed a few brain cells together and got them to play nice. Right on schedule. I gotta (cough) had it to him. He's quite the negotiator.

Nega-Nick: (Cough) Scooter, have the fleet break orbit. Hide our ships in this solar system's asteroid belt 'til I give the signal. Sparky, you go too. I need a few minutes alone.