"Ye know sir, in mah experience it's a bad idea to be offerin' credits such as that," Allan Hereford gruffs as he walks up to the bar, "'though you'll have te pardon me fer sayin' so. What's all this o'er here goin' on anyhow, supposin' it's not classified or some such, Rick looks like he's seen a Reaver battleship." Tom Mallard walks in and sits down beside Allan. "You gents wouldn't believe the ruckus outside; all this new activity has gotten some folks riled up. Anyhow, what's going on in here? Anyone care to clue me in? Oh and we're going to need some new dacites...I think the reavers have burned through 3 of mine so far..."