“Here you are, free of charge.”“What are you?” the witch asks, squinting at him as if trying to decipher what exactly he is supposed to be. �...Are you a frog?”“Never been asked that one before,” he says. “No, I’m just your typical...”“Never mind,” she quickly says, not really interested in what he has to say. “Unless you’re here to offer me some help, I’m not interested.”“Well, that’s what I’m here for.”Of course it is.“You called me silly, why?”“Well, because it seems downright silly you talking. " Hmmm??" She looks up from a board game and jumps in shock "I guess you've decided then??" That took courage to do, I'm not sure whether to be proud or sad for you kid." Do I really have another choice...?" she sighs softly "It's time I grew up... quit living behind my crown... Maybe a few millennia away from my home will help..." Oh my baby girl.." her mother says, standing up from the table to come hug Anne."I guess I should take my own shower now and give the two of you time to prepare." . She had on leather boots that extended to the knee and folded over. Her full breasts threatened to spill out of the deep, square cut bodice of the dress. There was a delicate silver necklace that dangled a single thin silver strip down between those beautiful breasts.Her face though was breath-taking. Her blue eyes sizzled with electricity. Her high cheekbones were touched with red but nothing like the shade of red that blazed over her lips. Her shoulder length blonde hair had contrasting. ”“Isn’t there the same problem with rail guns?”asked Colleen of Maureen’s Clan.“For the rail guns, the projectile is larger. Besides packing it with explosives, it has a timed self-destruct mechanism and a friend or foe detector. We looked at doing something similar for the Gatling gun, but we haven’t found a solution yet as we don’t have a lot of space.”Chester said, “Let’s rethink what our goals are. We now have four classes of ships. We started this project to beef up the cruiser fire power.