WHO: Prince Gorak
WHERE: Cockpit, The PezDispenser

Gorak: (To Xara) “Good tea this. It has a very good fennili aftertaste. Your recipe?”

Xara: “Why, yes. How nice of you to notice.”

Gorak was just stalling for a little time to plan. He was also trying to hide his excitement at the news Xandor reported. Could it possibly be? He needed to know…

Gorak: “Mr Xandor, if you may. What is the shreg ID that flagship is broadcasting?”

Xandor: (checks the tactical scanner) “Ah, NCCX-170011.”

By the Gods, it WAS admiral Greystar’s ship! Its amazing that idiot survived the last encounter. Gorak has obviously underestimated him. But no matter, the war gods have seen fit to give him another chance to take out the lucky Federation admiral.

Gorak was also amused at the fact that if Greystar only knew that his hated adversary was so close and so vulnerable there would no doubt be armed fed guards transporting onto the PezDespenser to take Gorak into custody.

However Greystar didn’t know, and as usual a buffoon’s ignorance will be his downfall. Yes, this situation had potential. The potential for revenge. The potential to take out a vaunted Federation flaship. But he had to move quickly. His window of opportunity was shrinking.