<P>But that had been until twenty minutes ago. Since then, they'd been given a target.
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<P>PriCor didn't want massive carnage this time; the head honcho who was calling the shots back down on Earth had called for a precision strike. Their agent onboard was in a little trouble and needed some extra firepower. It had taken some time, but the Demaratus was now sitting with a straight line towards its target.
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<P>"We're in position Ms. Bardsmith."
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<P>"Good." The crackly, but severe, voice seemed pleased over the communicator. "Jerrod's nearby, so don't miss."
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<P>"I never do ma'am."
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<P>"Then fire away."
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<P>Captain Tannhauser turned to the pilot controlling the ship's weapons and propulsion systems. "Target Deck Three, section forty-four. One blast, all forward weapons. After you've taken out the sub-deck, move us a few clicks away from the station. Get ready for possible debris collision."