Narrator:The fleetmind is busy. The fabbers cease production of terapedoes, and begin work on other things.One project in particular interests us: Weighing in at over 20,000 kilos, it has more bells and whistles than a kindergarten orchestra.
Narrator:Communications gear, teraport gear, widgets for cutting, whatsits for welding, massive amounts of surplus power, and yes, a weapon or two...
Narrator:There's no time to make it pretty. Our hypothetical kindergarten orchestra would flee in terror after one look. Their parents would not be amused.
