*Oberon ponders and then nods.*
"I didn't hear them...but I did find something in the printer in the sonar room, and this boats sonarman is in the brig..."
*He strokes his chin, now getting bristled with stubble.*
"Raptor...I think that a meeting in the bar room might be an idea, so that we can all talk about the current situation and any thing we might have heard, such as those propellors, or found, such as this printout."
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