Capitaine Toutain sighs. "Tactical,get my weapons prepped again." The frigate's main gun rotates to point at the Velucian ship. The missiles are again given targeting solutions.

The crewmen on deck ready their rifles. The crewmen on the autocannon step forward again and man the weapon. The frigate sails on, unfazed by the warning shots."

The Capitaine thinks out loud. "We have made our intentions clear. The ball is in their court now."