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They're rare these days, but a star trader knows the stories. Still ... this is a little much even for Aprahanti. Their Hegemony has been on the wane for several centuries." He rattled something at the ship, and the windows were filled with views of nearby berths in the repair harbor. There was more Rider rattling,mbt chapa sale,Fire 30 ClassStretch 10 Class, this time between Greenstalk and Blueshell. "Those other ships are a uniform type, you know. A High Beyond design like ours, but more, um, ... militant." Greenstalk moved close to a window. "There are twenty of them. Why would so many need drive repairs all at once?" Militant? Pham looked at the ships with a critical eye. He knew the major features of Beyonder vessels by now. These appeared to have rather large cargo capacity. Elaborate sensoria too. Hm. "Okay, so the Butterflies are hard types. How scared is Saint Rihndell and company?" The Skroderiders were silent for a long moment. Pham couldn't tell if his question was being given serious consideration or if they had simultaneously lost track of the conversation. He looked at Ravna. "How about the local net? I'd like to get some background." She was already running comm routines. "They weren't accessible earlier. We couldn't even get the News." That was something Pham could understand, even if it was damned irritating. The "local net" was a RIP-wide ultrawave computer and communication network, perhaps a billion times more complex than anything Pham had known -- but conceptually similar to organizations in the Slow Zone. And Pham Nuwen had seen what vandals could do to such structures; Qeng Ho had dealt with at least one obnoxious civilization by perverting its computer net. Not surprisingly, Saint Rihndell hadn't provided them with links to the RIP net. And as long as they were in harbor, the OOB's antenna swarm was necessarily down, so they were also cut off from the Known Net and the newsgroups. A grin lit Ravna's face. "Hei! Now we've got read access, maybe more. Greenstalk. Blueshell. Wake up!" Rattle. "I wasn't asleep," claimed Blueshell, "just thinking on Sir Pham's question. Saint Rihndell is obviously afraid." As usual,mens mbt, Greenstalk didn't make excuses. She rolled around her mate to get a better look at Ravna's newly opened comm window. There was an iterated-triangle design with Trisk annotations. It meant nothing to Pham. "That's interesting,Mbt ema sandals," said Greenstalk. "I am chuckling," said Blueshell. "It is more than interesting. Saint Rihndell is a hard-trading type. But look, he is making no charge for this service,Dre Beats Studio (Black) High Definition Powered I, not even a percentage of barter. He is afraid, but he still wants to deal with us." Hmm, so something from their High Beyond samples was enough to make him risk Aprahanti violence. Just hope it's not something we really need too. "Okay. Rav, see if --" "Just a second," the woman replied. "I want to check the News." She started a search program. Her eyes flickered quickly across her console window ... and after a second she choked, and her face paled. "By the Powers, no!" "What is it?" But Ravna didn't reply,05 Legs & Back, or put the news to a main window. Pham grabbed the rail in front of her console and pulled himself around so he could see what she was reading: Crypto: 0 As received by: Harmonious Repose Communication Synod Language path: Baeloresk->Triskweline, SjK units From: Alliance for the Defense [Claimed cooperative of five polyspecific empires in the Beyond below Straumli Realm. No record of existence before the Fall of the Realm.] Subject: Bold victory over the Perversion Distribution:Threat of the Blight, War Trackers Interest Group,