"For the insurgency, only ideas. I doubt two generations of Liberty Navy washout on the southern fringes will cause too many problem for us." -Dixon closed the cigarbox's lid, and put it away. He finally opened the black porcelain bottle, and poured some into their glasses, and dropped some ice into it, too. "For the xenos, I have." - winked - "And if we play our cards right, it will turn all potential recruits towards us, and the navy's reflectors towards them. By the way, recruits. We should give our new guys proper training, and stop that archaic hell week concept going on. It's more like the trials of the hundreth idiot anyway. Are you familiar with that?"