Commander Remo had had better days.

The Durmstrang was lazily revolving above Pegasus. Well, as lazily as something as large as an Alliance cruiser can. Commander Remo had already sent two ensigns to the brig for summary punishment, 3 lashes each. Both were late for their shifts. Actually, one wasn't late at all, but the appearance of impropriety had no place aboard his ship.

And now this. What looked like a small fleet of rag tag vessels were heading straight for Pegasus. Remo called both Chief Dobson and Lt. Kelly to him.

"Report!"

"Well, sir" Chief began "it's my conclusion that all of those ships are smugglers. There are at least eight Bronson's and five Fireflys. All are common smuggler's ships because of their nooks and crannies. There's even a Death's Head out there, and that's sure to be a bounty hunter. A pretty well funded one, too, by the look of his armaments."

Chief Dobson was boiling inside. He was so close to taking Remo out, and now, there was the appearance of these Fireflys. Probably wasn't the one he was looking for, but he had to take his chances what with 40,000 Fireflys still roaming about. Most were decrepit tour busses and stock transfer vessels. But, smugglers loved them because you could hide anything aboard one. Dobson was pretty sure he knew a few places to hide things aboard one that most of the owners of these five did not. He had raided enough of them over the years.

"Sir, shall we scramble to intercept. I know that we need to keep reconaissace on Red Veil, but this could prove problematic."

"Is that what you know, Lieutenant?" Remo said, cooly.

Lt. Kelly bowed her head and backed away a step. Remo both approved and disapproved of this. When she was him frown slightly, she took the step she had given back.

"No, don't send anyone after them. In fact, we may need to back off for a little while and regroup. I think we may even need to get some assistance. We are, for lack of a better term, near the very a