'Enjoy yourself Rob', asked Miss Meeuwissen, smiling in the most annoying mocking manner, 'The old man is waiting for you'
'Quite', 'Indeed', fcuking cow Rob thought, she damn well knows I've been submerged in cigar shaped vessel underneath some long forgotten sea, in some long forgotten system for the past couple of months. Hiding away until our secrets have been revealed.
The conversation was drawing to a close ,'......and thanks to you Rob, the operation has been a success, these twerps at FACTS and all those little puny factions seem to have disappeared without trace, nanotechnology seems to have blunted their enthusiasm for now at least, they seem quite content to leave their ships docked at whatever location have beleive they are safe in.'
Rob laughed, the feeling of elation coursed through him, the ole man was right all along, patience is a virtue and youth is given over to over- zealousness and the need to get things done now, but now usually means getting bored and boredom breeds complacency; and complacency means you die quicker.
Besides there was a new development which seemed interesting, using mining ships as attackers. Rob snorted his pleasure, surely not, even the Feds can't be that stupid, 'Oh, yes they can', Rob recalled the ole man saying. 'Declare yourself as a peaceful mining vessel, and blast em to submission once within firing range. You'll be quite surprised at the punch they pack'.
The Threat for now has been quashed, all these young whippersnappers thinking they can rule the universe.
The Threat wasn't the Khaak, it never was, it was them.
