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"Tch." Stefan decided that he needed to figure out some way to increase the rate of fire on these things. Nevertheless, he heard his Captain's commands to make ready for departure, and that meant that he was needed up at the wheel.

To his surprise, Scarlet was doing that herself at present, and so he resumed his navigator's post beside her as the crew scurried about to engage the sails and get them out. A smokescreen fell over them, but Stefan knew which direction they were going in without having to actually see it, and so it would prove no problem.

Scant minutes later, they were out and away, headed back towards Axandra, presumably, to plan the next course of action. Certainly, damaging a shipyard was tactically significant, but it was nowhere near the scale they would need to do real, crippling damage. Frankly, as much as he liked to rely on his rational mind, he was beginning to wonder if they weren't going to need to seek some supernatural help to get it done. There was no mistaking that Nexus had some, after all. They needed to learn that kind of thing, too, if at all possible. Number would never be on their side, so they were going to need to be far superior somewhere else, preferably skill and strategy. He hated luck.