“It will be a hell of a thorn in their side,” Spectre said. “We can build fleets right here, fill them with personnel gated in from Earth and Adar. Even if the Dreen come through, we’ll be hitting their supply lines the whole time. And they won’t be able to hit ours. And if the Hexosehr can crack some of this technology, well…”
“I see you’ve given this some thought, Admiral,” Bill said, grinning. “Last two: Are the Hexosehr planning on repairing the Blade? Again?”
“Yes,” the admiral said. “We’ve got the better part of a factory ship onboard the Thermopylae. They’ll be starting as soon as they get their fabbers and bots set up.”
“Then I would suggest they do so in space rather than in the Tree, sir,” Bill said. “Really seriously suggest.”
“Noted,” Spectre said, frowning quizzically but not asking for clarification. “Last item, Captain?”
“No J-pop.”