"So, what does this mean for me?"-Golden
*the door closes before either of them can answer Golden. Silver looks back to Reaper
"Those coordinates...they sound unusually familiar."-Silver
*upon reaching the fighter, Quickblast walks over to the two
"What did he say?"-Quickblast
"Coordinates for some planet. I'm heading there now."-Silver
"Are you sure it isn't a trap?"-Quickblast
"No, but when do we ever truly know?"-Silver
*Quickblast turns to Reaper
"I'm guessing you didn't kill him back there."-Quickblast
"Okay then. Your funeral."-Quickblast
*Silver gets into the cockpit of his fighter and plugs in the coordinates into the nav computer. He motions for Reaper to get into the co pilot seat
*as the cockpit starts to deal, he yells to Quickblast
"Stay here. I'll need you to give Golden to the Alliance when they come."-Silver
"Alright."-Quickblast
*Silver seals up the cockpit and flies his fighter out of the hanger. He activates its FTL drive and heads towards the coordinates
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