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<P><B><JC>Gelo R. Fleisher</JC>
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<P>Captain Joachim Tannhauser stood in front of the Demaratus's viewscreen. The Demaratus, like all mercenary gunships, was a compact vessel with barely enough space on its bridge to fit the four-man crew. 
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<P>Tannhauser didn't mind the claustrophobic conditions; he'd been working with his current crew for three years, and they worked together like the pieces of a well-oiled machine. While claustrophobia wasn't a worry, boredom was. And up until twenty minutes ago, this mission had been boring.
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<P>Tannhauser and the rest of the Demaratus crew had been hired by PriCor to babysit Omega, using whatever force necessary to ensure that nothing got off the station. So far, the only action they'd seen had been shooting down the few escape pods that PriCor hadn't successfully ejected earlier in the week. Tannhauser and his crew had had no difficulty shooting down the slow-moving and unarmed pods, and each successful kill meant an added bonus on his crew's paychecks, but this sort of work didn't exactly fill him with a sense of pride and accomplishment. Just a little guilt and a lot of boredom.