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second group is on the Kara .  There was no problem securing the ship, even less so than the station.  There was no resistance and George Miller was easily able to get to the bridge and assume control.  He isn’t happy with the control stations, apparently the fixes that the locals did to get the ship up and running were slipshod at best, worse than before we fixed her up back a few months ago.  The small prize crew we have aboard seems to have things well in hand and my security teams have locked the crew in one of the cargo bays.  The bays have been retrofitted into living quarters and we made sure that there were no active consoles, weapons or anything else that they would be able to make mischief.  I also made sure to have my team inform the crew that if they misbehave, I’ll have the atmo pumped down out of the room until they pass out.  Whether we turn the air back on depends on your mood.
                  Vincent found himself chuckling at that.  He’d given Saiphirelle orders to pacify the ship and the station, but he didn’t want a bloodbath.  There’d been far too much killing already and with Samair and her ships duking it out with the battlecruiser, there was certainly going to be even more today.  Turan and his people were over on the station, assisting with all of the casualties, which included the station’s chief of security, and Saiphirelle’s sister, Corajen Nymeria, who had been critically wounded in the fighting.  A few were being stabilized and transferred back to the Grania Estelle ’s sickbay.  The medical contingent aboard the station was good sized, but they simply couldn’t handle the load.  Those who were too injured to move too far, like Chief Corajen, were brought to the station sickbay to be treated.  Turan himself had taken over the surgery for Chief Nymeria himself.  He trusted no one else to handle it.  She was in good hands, Vincent knew.
                  Which left the problem of the Kara.   Tamara had probably done the right thing in seizing the ship, citing grounds that the Kara had lugged the mercenaries over from the planet and dropped them off at the station.  Hell, now that the Kara was in his hands, they could reconfigure it again but this time to carry cargo.  A ship that size, with about a third of the cargo capacity of the Grania Estelle would be invaluable in increasing trade in the nearby region.
                  The problem was the ship itself.  The government was scream bloody murder that FP had seized possession of Seylonique property.  Most likely the word “unprovoked” would be thrown around, and FP would be crucified in the local press.  Grania Estelle had sensor recordings, undoubtedly Cavalier had some too.  Vincent would have to check with the Kutok mining station to see about their records, but he had little doubt they’d have some record of armed boarding parties coming aboard the station from the Kara .  But Vincent doubted anyone outside of the company would care about the facts, or even evidence.  All they would see, and the government would see to that, was that an evil corporation run by outsiders had stolen government property, killed Seylonique citizens and then shot up the Leytonstone .  Hopefully that last would show Tamara and her fellows victorious over the battlecruiser, but either way, it would look bad for FP.  He probably would have to give the ship back, but he would make sure that he got his say in the media and that he was magnanimously returning it to the government, despite how much damaged they had cost him and his company.
                  “Stella?” he called out to the empty room. 
                  The holo projector over the table lit up and the image of a teenage girl, wearing a shipsuit with dark hair pulled back appeared, as though she was standing on the table.  She had purple stripes on her cheeks and a trio of red streaks in her hair, which