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“How robust are your communications?” the General asked.
“To date, no outside power has managed to jam any OMEGA, nor have they been able to break our jamming. My...” Willow paused for a moment, “ah, former Communications Officer was rather fond of using late twentieth century hard rock music on the jamming frequencies. I heard that the Klingons always liked teaming up with us because of that. He claimed they would send him requests during combat, got to where he could predict their actions by what they asked for.
Willow began to chuckle. “If a Klingon Captain asks for any Twisted Sister, clear the area.”
George cocked an eyebrow at her and the chuckle turned to an open laugh.
“When a Klingon is not going to take it anymore, then things are about to get really ugly.”
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