they say: you want a war? you got a war

[There comes a time in the affairs of man, when he simply has to stand up and take matters into his own hands. Or in this case, stand up and do what the next best thing is when you're aware of what your limits are, which is to delegate. Which is precisely what Lyle intends to do. He grins at the sphere, looking mock-thoughtful from his position leaning against a corridor wall.]

Hey, Tieria, you know about stars and things like that, right? Which one do you think looks like a good bet for trying to hit first? [smirks slightly] And if he's not forthcoming with any information, I'm more than happy to take suggestions from anyone else.

On an entirely different note, if it's possible for anyone to point me in the direction of something that resembles a rifle, I'd be eternally grateful. [not that he's entirely optimistic about the likelihood of any sort of firearm being available on a luxury cruise ship, but you never rule anything out, especially in this place.]

[filtered to Neil;]
Hey, Neil. If something does turn up and I don't have to go all the way back to square one with this crazy idea, do you fancy trying to hit this thing together? Just think, we could be civilised and take turns.