"Quantity, Limited. Enough for two, maybe three vessels. As for administration, Marbo will go. Too dangerous. Someone else could get it wrong. Marbo will bring one other volunteer, to help cut and install devices. As for plan. Boarding parties should use non-lethal means of pacification. Capture more beneficial than execution." Marbo chimes in, still fidgeting with his datapad, assigning tasks to the various doctors in his medbay laboratory.
"Also, these." Marbo places an autoinjector of the stimulant used to counteract the gas on the table. he then looks up from his datapad to the table, making slow eye contact with every one there.
"Marbo must be the one to install the units. It is imperative. Must man the regulators. Too much gas could kill people, Not enough will lead to failure."
He pauses and thinks for a moment, his upper arms tracing equations in the air while he looks off into space.
The Antarctica can be seen from the window, and Marbo seems visibly uncomfortable at the sight of the Massive guns mounted upon it.
"Marbo just wishes for no more death."
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