Cirr simply nodded gravely, understanding the possible implications of bringing an Alliance warship on what might just be a bad blue milk run.

"No sjigns of hostjile forrces, no messages otherr than a coded djistrress. Ejitherr way, jI have to beljieve Sanjis would have the sense to gjive us morre, jif he could."

He leaned forward, looking at the readout on the main viewer.

"Ejitherr way, no need to go jin guns blazjing. We need a grround's eye vjiew of the sjituatjion. Shorre parrty, then?"