They had worked, and were still bringing the old cruiser back to its full potential. Gavik sat silent in the command chair. He raised his hand, staring at the metal. It would take time to get accustomed to. "I will use this to rip your heart out." He mumbled softly, swearing his vengeance. He sat up straighter. "Engage cloak." He called out to his bridge crew. "Adjust heading for the Low down. Maintain communications silence. Scan for commercial traffic on that heading." "Weapons, Captain?" A bushy headed officer questioned from the back of the deck. "Passive." Gavik grinned. "We slip in beneath their contact signature. We remain cloaked and silent. We wait and watch for our primary target. He frequents the Low Down more than any other depot. We stand as the patient predator."