asked Snout sarcastically. “All of its bloody deep,” he then +added with a schnerrrk. Some of the crew standing and working nearby the Admiral heard him but Snout’s words only sank in with a few of them. A couple of them snickered with acknowledgment. They’d been on patrol now for several days, looking for an unsuspecting freighter, and the boredom had made a lot of them on the Captain’s deck just a bit punchy…. Snout was standing on the bridge of the Naustie flagship looking at a massive video screen display spread across an entire wall of the command deck of the Anarchy. It showed seven views of space surrounding the craft, with one large image in the center and four smaller views that showed Starboard and Portside views as well as the rearward view from the craft; as well as below it. He’d been staring at the screens for hours (not that it did any good really) just like he’d already been doing for days on end. Of course, ship’s computers did all the actual work of detecting approaching craft, or obstacles to the flight path of the Anarchy, but it gave a ship’s captain much comfort in knowing he could “see”
