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Rex stood in the command room, on the slightly raised platform that overlooked the room, though it was only two feet off the base level of the room. The main attraction to the room was the large glass screen with also worked as a HUD and on the center of the platform was a holographic display of the ship's surroundings. Along the walls were computers and people checking what they told, battle information on radar scans, weapon progress, etc. Marcus was in the more submerged and frontal area of the room, which had a chair and was surrounded by glass, a second seat beside him but no-one there. He tapped a few things and climbed out of the laid-back chair and walking towards the middle platform of the room. He gave a shove and flew to where Rex was standing, looking at what he was. The holographic display showed the slow decent of the enemy ship, in flames and soon to crash, an occasional escape pod firing out and his fighters coming towards the ship, seeming slow in their pace as the launch ship was the center of the display. "How long until we're packed up?" he asked, referring to getting all fighters and 'mechs into their bays so they could go at cruising speed. "Fifteen minutes max, sir. Ten at the most." one of the officers stated. "That battle was depressing, I didn't even get to use those capital-class torpedoes this time. We've had them for months..." Marcus said, a little depressed. "Maybe not meeting something big enough to use those on is best, aye?" Rex replied, his eyes still watching the fighters come into the ship. "Aye... I doubt the CO's are gonna let us just set one off... I wanna see how powerful they are." he said, clearly stating his wants. Rex thought a moment of stating their effective kill range and damage radius, but withheld himself as he would only sound cold. "Tell ya what, we'll hit the next ship we see with one, regardless. Unless it's a gunship, that'd be too small..." he told Mark. A glimmer of hope came to Marcus and his heart raised, oh-so eager to go hunting again. "Deal! And yeah, nothing that would dodge it... a light assault ship would even be pushing that limit... How long until we're packed now?" Marcus asked the officer who had told Rex the ETA last time, eager for them to get on the move. "Err... seven minutes?" he said, a little unsure.
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