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Wes Roberts

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About Wes Roberts

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    Life is pain. Anyone who says differently is selling something

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    Formerly, The Pirate Ship Revenge
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    Piracy, Smuggling, Fencing, Mayhem, Chaos, The Princess Buttercup.

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  1. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 12 December 2014 8 January 2388 - Stardate 2388.008 TBS was 10 minutes. The time is 1810 (6 pm) local, on Friday, 8 January, 2388. Mr. Roberts is in command of Sky Harbor Aegis. During a banquet for the crew, he announced that his strategy will be more pro-active approach to threats.
  2. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 10 October 2014 7 January 2388 - Stardate 2388.007 TBS was 3 hours. The time is 1200 local, on Thursday, 7 January, 2388. Pakleds have docked at the shipyard in a ship that was probably new when the NASA Space Shuttle Enterprise was rolled out. Scott has drawn the short straw and is going over to the shipyards to handle their inspection before they’re allowed to trade with the station. Captain T’Mir of the Caledonian Defense Force is still patrolling, and reinforcements should be due in any day.
  3. 23 November 2387, 0630 Aegis Relative Time Roberts Quarters Maighdin rolled over, and ran her hand along the bed where her husband should have been. She cracked open her eyes, and saw that he was already out of bed...especially with the noises coming from the kitchen. Throwing on her robe, she sleepily headed into the kitchen and into chaos. Frying pan on the stove full of sausage meat browning; a pot of stuffing warming, Tarja and Tajra peeling potatoes and turnips, a pan of jumbo Romulan mollusks seasoned and ready to go into the oven, and the bird- a gorgeous 30 lbs bird waiting to be stuffed sat waiting to be stuffed, its guts already in a pot simmering for the gravy. And coffee warming in the coffeemaker. “Morning,” Wes called from the sink, up to his elbows in soapy water. Mai walked over to her husband and kissed him on the cheek, before pouring herself a cup of joe. “Good morning, beloved. I see you're busy.” “Well, Will and family will be over around noon, so I might as well have everything ready early. Especially since its been the first family holiday dinner we've had since we both joined Starfleet.” Mai smiled. “First holiday in what, 25-30 years? I fully understand.” She sipped her coffee, and watched her husband acting domestic. “Elle and L'illa?” “Still in their room, asleep.” “I do wish the papers would go through. It tugs at the heartstrings every time.” “I know, bessig. How do you think it feels to her?” Wes rinsed off the pan that he had been scrubbing and put it in the dish drainer. “I'll talk to Mimi after the weekend. Once the bird's in the oven, I'll get breakfast going, and we'll see if we can the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade over subspace.” * * * “Commander, Ranko, Xian Pu,” Wes said, as he opened the door to his quarters for Will and family. “Mr. Roberts, thank you for the invitation,” Will replied, as he and his family entered. When the door slid shut, Will wrapped his older brother in a bear hug. “Its damn good to see you, Chris.” Wes ruffled his younger half-brother's hair, after getting out of the bear hug. “Its good to see you too, Will. Socially that is. I don't think you ever met my wife, Maighdin, or my daughter Eilistraee. And our soon to be adopted daughter, L'illa.” Mai and Elle smiled and waved, while L'illa was a bit more circumspect. Wes hugged Ranko and then Xian Pu. “Its good to see you two as well. I'm surprised you've managed to stay with the family problem child.” The sisters-in-law chuckled. “Quit standing around my office, and come in. Elle, why don't you L'illa take your cousins to your room.” Will looked around, whistling. “Being a pirate has certainly had its perks, Chris. And is the deck hardwood?” Wes nodded. “Its teak, from the southern continent of Hibernia. That tapestry came from the captain's cabin of a Black Kris dreadnought, the Steinway that's pushed up against the bulkhead in the living room came from a Cunard starliner, who's passengers and crew became 'colonists'. The Persian rugs came from rich toff from one of the Core worlds. He thought himself a slaver. I despise slavers, so he had a long walk out of a short airlock.” Wes pointed out the knicknacks and tchotchkes of a second career of piracy and privateering. On the viewscreen was the Federation Grifball1 League of the Federation's annual Thanksgiving Detroit Lions game- this year it was the Lions versus the Centaurus City Paso Leati. The dinner was a magnificent feast, of turkey, duck (courtesy of Xian Pu), side dishes, all washed down with a well aged brivari, all served on service that once belonged to the Grand Nagus. Conversation was light, pleasant, and avoided all the usual conflict subjects that tend to turn holidays into family brawls. With the table cleared and torn down, the kids back in Elle and L'illa's room, cordials poured, and the dishwasher chugging away. Wes set his port glass on end table. “Will, I'm your brother and all, but for all intents and purposes, 'Christopher Marx' is 'Missing, Presumed Dead.' And I'd like to leave it at that. Dad would probably understand.” Will nodded. “I was kind of wondering why Maighdin didn't call you by your birth name the entire night.” Wes nodded, ignoring Will Junior and L'illa were tearing up and down the corridor, with Elle and the other girls chasing after him with foam dart guns. “I've been either 'Wesley' or the 'Dread Pirate Roberts' ever since I left Arcadia. And, yes I know SOCOM taught us to treat cover identities as disposable props. And it just feels—I don't know—easier, maybe, to not be a Marx?” “True. Instead of just a Romulan death mark, you've got Ferengi, Orion, Dominion, Cardassian, and probably Breen and Tholian on your head. I've seen your rap sheet, and it isn't pretty.” Wes chuckled. “No, I'm pretty sure it isn't. Hell, at one point, the Federation had a bounty out on me.” “No, they had a bounty out on you twice,” Will countered, as foam darts flew around the two brothers. “So what's with L'illa? I'd have never expected you to adopt a Romulan. Especially not after what they did to you.” “We had an...issue a while back on the old station, wherein slavers adopted a whole slew of orphans. It seemed...right to adopt her, given that Imperial sources have been unable to locate her parents since the destruction of Romulus last year.” Will nodded as a foam dart bounced of his brother's head. He stood. “I don't know who in the Shop Owners' Guild got it in their head, but the Commerce Level is opening up for Black Friday at midnight. I've got my staff on a double shifts starting in a few hours.” “Funny, I don't recall seeing that come across the station schedule.” Wes shrugged, as he stood. “Well, try not to shoot anyone tomorrow. It would look bad for the Security, the Station and you.” Will chuckled. “Thanks. And don't worry about me slipping up and calling you by your former name.” 1- Youtube "RvB Grifball PSA"
  4. Aboard the CDS Gan Ning, DD-41 Four hours out of Sky Harbor Aegis In the privacy of her ready room, T'Mir pulled the sealed orders out of her safe. Breaking the sealing wax wafer, she withdrew the envelope and read over her task group's orders. “Proceed to following star systems—Valaria, Mariah, Gemulon, Barham—with your task group, and investigate for possible Tjurakh pirate or Orion Cartel activity and report. Do not attempt to engage ships from either Threat Force, unless engaged. If no activity is noted in any of the assigned star systems, return to Aegis Station for resupply, refueling and reassignment. If activity is detected, observe and report. Setting the report down, she stood and retrieved a large flimsy chart of the region. With a set of dividers, she plotted out a rough course, before hitting the com stud on her desk. “Mr Castle, to my ready room.” As her rugged looking executive officer walked in, she handed him the secret orders. He looked them over, before looking at the chart on her desk, and the pencil marks on it. “Four months, Captain?” “Four months. Or longer, should we discover an area of interest,” the Vulcan scrubbed her fingers through her auburn hair. Unlike Spock, she never had to prove anything to either herself or her people, that she was fully Vulcan. But well over 6 score years in continual service with more emotional races may have rubbed off on her. Her therapist on Hibernia, however, believed her emotions became her coping mechanism for seven years of captivity by the Dominion. “I take it our first visit will be to Valaria?” T'Mir nodded, answering her XO's question. “I'll have communications signal the Maddox and Stryker. Speed, Captain?” “Warp 5 should be sufficient. And make sure all communications officers keep an ear out for any distress calls. We're in neutral space, and we may have the biggest guns around for several parsecs.” “Which protocols will we be following, Captain, in the event of a distress call?” A smile quirked up the corner of T'Mir's lips. “Mr. Roberts has been legitimate for the past year, Mr Castle, and we are a legitimate...territorial component of the Starfleet. Repairs if possible, rescue if not. We'll contact either Outpost Gamma 7 or Starbase 621 for assistance with any survivors.” Castle nodded. “I'll issue the orders to Helm and Communications.” “Thank you, Mr Castle.” As her executive officer left, she stood before the forward viewport, her broadcloth jacket, with its bullion epaulets hanging on the back of her desk chair. ___________________________ 1The Caledonian Defense Force follows US Navy World War II pennant classifications, with some post-war and Royal Navy adoptions- BB- Battleship (None in the CDF) BCG- Battle Cruiser, Guided Missile CC- Battle Cruiser (Lexington and Saratoga's pre-Washington Treaty classification) CB- Cruiser, Large (Equivalent to Alaska-class cruisers) CA- Cruiser, Heavy (Des Moines, Oregon City class cruisers) CL- Cruiser, Light (USS Brooklyn) DD- Destroyer PT- Patrol, Torpedo CVF- Aircraft Carrier, Fleet (RN Designation (QE2-class) CVA- Aircraft Carrier, Attack CVL- Aircraft Carrier, Light FS- Corvette ATF- Fleet Tug
  5. Deployments A Wes Roberts Production™ Rosyth Space Station In geostationary orbit over Caledonia 1800 hours local, 0700 hours Aegis In a briefing room aboard the primary command and control and repair station of the Caledonian Defense Force, nine captains, executive officers and Commander, Aerospace Groups entered. Broadcloth, gold lace and epaulets, and cocked hats were the required uniform for those in attendance; even for the CAGs, who grumbled about not being in their more comfortable flightsuits. A flag lieutenant entered. “Ladies and gentlemen, the Commander in Chief,” he called. The assembled officers stood as Admiral of the Fleet James Dent walked in. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming. There has been a situation at Sky Harbor Aegis, wherein communication with the station was lost for 48 hours. By not sending their own task force in to contact the station, it seems Starfleet has abrogated its position as defender of the station. Task Group 1.1, while on a long range deployment exercise, rendezvoused with the station, made contact with Chancellor Roberts, and is now on shoreleave at the station while providing additional forces on scene. “Your mission is bolster the task force currently at Aegis. Admiral Nynaeve will be your overall commander, and she will be taking her orders from Captain Chirakis, the station commander...” “Excuse me, Admiral,” Captain Kasse, of the Ark Royal, spoke up. “Sir, this is all well and good, but how are we supposed supply fuel, replicator media, and other consumables? We're only supposed to be a small sector defense fleet, not a major portion of the Starfleet. Even if Starfleet has abrogated their responsibilities to the station, we're 6 to 8 weeks away from our supply and maintenance point.” “A valid concern, Captain Kasse. We're budgeting in support requirements into this battlegroup's mission budget. You'll be able to draw on Aegis for supplies and repairs. Any expenses incurred will be billed to Starfleet Headquarters. Admiral Nynaeve will be apprised of the budgetary situation as well. In fact, our first bill to Starfleet will be going out two days after you depart, to offset our providing full fuel and supplies. We can justify Task Group 1.1's expense as it was a training exercise. Now that this is a full on support mission, Captain, Starfleet will need to get its financial house in order for us. “Your order packets will already be aboard your vessels. Once you've finished fueling and taking on supplies, the battlegroup will depart. Ladies and gentlemen, I wish you good luck in this endeavour, and good hunting.” Dent turned on his heel, and walked out of the briefing room, signaling the end of the brief.
  6. Consultations A Wes Roberts Production™ Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Wes cracked an eye open, trying to figure out what that damned noise was. Looking around the bedroom, he noted it was sometime in the vicinity of Zero Dark Thirty, Mai had her leg sticking out from under the covers. As the beeping continued, realization slowly crept into the Executive Officer's sleep-addled mind. “What?” “Mr. Roberts, sorry to disturb you, but incoming transmission from Caledonian Ministry of Defense.” “Give me a couple of minutes, Betty, then transfer it to my desk.” “Yes sir.” Wes was already sliding out of bed, pulling on a pair of short and t-shirt before staggering out into the hall. With a stumble, a loud curse, and a stubbed toe, he'd kicked one of his daughter's toys down the hall. Tajra stuck her head out of the room she shared with her twin sister, heard that Wes was up, and stealthily made her way to the kitchen, to begin brewing coffee. Sitting down, Wes activated the screen. “Minister Trupple, what do I have the honor?” “Chancellor. Sorry to disturb you; it seems the time difference was forgotten about.” “Spare me the pleasantries, Minister, the duty day starts in 5 hours.” Tajra, staying out of view of the screen, placed a steaming cup of coffee on the desk, before retreating back to the kitchen to finish brewing the rest of the pot. “Of course, sir. We've read Admiral Nynaeve's report on the strange occurrences going on in Aegis space. Prime Minister Eberstark has, in your absence, authorized the deployment of the Ark Royal's battlegroup to assist in securing Aegis. There will, of course be some realignment of the task force currently under Admiral Nynaeve, and a reduction in cruisers present, but four Malaccas will be more than sufficient.” “Let me see what's coming in.” “Of course, Chancellor.” A second window popped open, showing the order of battle incoming. Wes just shook his head, after taking a sip. “Minister, I don't need 7 carriers and four cruisers on top of what's here right now. Send 1 class of each carrier, a pair of Malaccas, and pair of additional Jaegers. I don't need as many larger cruisers, so the Bias Bay and Lux can go home.” “Of course, Chancellor. We'll amend the deployment order. Admiral Nynaeve will remain on-scene commander of the battlegroup. Once the ships are provisioned, they will proceed by the fastest route to Aegis.” “Understood, Minister. I'll advise Captain Chirakis to expect more guests in the coming weeks. And you've sent Admiral Nynaeve's new orders?” Truppel nodded. “She'll be receiving them today.” “Is there anything else, Minister?” “No Chancellor. I'll let you get back to sleep. Defense Ministry out.” The screen flashed with the Caledonian roundel, and faded to black. Wes stood from his desk, and walked into the kitchen. “Tajra, why don't you go back to bed. I'll take care of the coffee, and my mug.” Green eyes flashed, as the blonde Baradi Aelfin nodded, before heading down the corridor. Walking towards the picture window that dominated the living room, Wes literally stared out into space, his mind aglow with whirling transient nodes of thought.
  7. Figures Audraya would know that, sheesh.
  8. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 11 July 2014 7 November 2387 - Stardate 2387.313 TBS was 1 hour. More noise from the broadcasts. Operations and Engineering are continuing to search for where and how these broadcasts are getting into the station, while the new Chief of Security signed out a lab in the Industrial sector.
  9. Holiday planning A Joint log between Wes Roberts and Will Marx Wes stretched and stood, before heading aft from his workstation in Command and Control. Ignoring, as best as possible, the off-station broadcasts, Wes headed for the lift and the arboretum. Mai and Eile were there with L'illia. Getting off the lift, he spied several families enjoying a pleasant Saturday morning; nodding to several staffers, he made his way over to the grove where his wife and daughter were. “You got them up and out early,” he said, settling on to the blanket spread out over the grass. “I know. Eile wants to spend as much time with her future sister. I think its a good idea, even if I did have to sign L'illia out of morning classes.” Mai poured her husband a cup of coffee from the thermos as she spoke. “That's good. A day skipped isn't going to be detrimental. And Eile's definitely taken a shining to her.” Wes took a sip of coffee, letting the spiciness of the herbs Mai brewed with it clear his thoughts...and sinuses. “Did you know Will's onboard?” “I thought the name of the new Security Chief was familiar,” she replied vaguely. “Have you seen him?” “Of course. I had to inprocess him. As far as I know, he hasn't mentioned our history to anyone. Other than the routine 'Yes, I hunted down and captured the Dread Pirate Roberts. Who promptly escaped from Federation custody on Rhydin, with my SOCOM light freighter, the Wild Stallion.' Sooner or later, I'm going to have to at least let Chirakis know that he's my brother. Personally, though, I prefer to let 'LCDR Christopher Marx, Jr.' remain 'Missing, Presumed Lost'.” Mai chuckled. “You're having entirely too much fun as Wes Roberts. But I can see the logic in that, it'd bring up far too many questions.” She sipped her own cup of coffee, watching Eile and L'illia play. “You know, your tradition of Thanksgiving is coming up...three weeks from this past Thursday. I know Eile and L'illia would probably like to finally meet their cousins, and I know I'd like to meet my sisters-in-law.” “Well, I think I can get a turkey here, fast enough. At least the old station had a plethora of purveyors of fine goods, food, and spirits. I can always send the Revenge haring off on a wild turkey hunt. I'll send out an informally formal invite to Will today.” Wes stood, and brushed his pants off. “I better get back to C&C. This unknown news broadcast that's pumping into the station comms has everyone scratching their heads.” Will was in his office, filling out the HAZDEC (Hazardous Declaration) for SubCommander Jorahl, ignoring the intermittent communications blasts. “Let's see...Aviation Gasoline, 145 octane, replicated in 1 208l (55gal US) barrel, as required. SAE 60 weight oil, 1 208l barrel, as required.” A chime on his terminal interrupted him. “Station mail...from the XO. 'The Roberts family cordially invites the Marx family to share in the Roberts tradition of the Thanksgiving dinner, 26 November at 1330 hours. RSVP, Wesley Roberts, Station XO.' Huh. Nice to see my brother hasn't forgotten all our traditions that Dad instilled in us.” He hit the comm to his residence. “Nihao, Marx family quarters,” Xian Pu's bubbly, lavender-tressed image answered. Marx slipped easily into Joketsuzuko Mandarin. “The XO has invited us to Thanksgiving dinner at his quarters. I think the kids would like to finally meet their cousin and aunt” “Its a good idea,” Xian replied. “Did the invitation say potluck or not?” “No, but it might be a good idea to bring something. Is Ranko there?” “No, she's out shopping, and figuring out where the nearest clinic is. I'll ask her when she gets back in. But I think it's a too too good idea. I'll let you know when she gets back. See you after your shift, Airen.”
  10. At Sea Cabin Starship Revenge, currently docked at the Aegis Shipyard Mai sat at the kitchen table, filling out the forms necessary to adopt one of the orphans. She chuckled, wondering what those who screamed about keeping the Romulan bloodlines pure would have to say about an Orion and her Human husband adopting a Romulan orphan. Although Mai seriously doubted that Mimi would give much, if any thought to it. "Hm...'Parents Professions'. Well," Mai mused aloud, a smile in her voice, "I doubt 'Pirate' and 'Former Slave' would work. I guess "Station Executive Officer" and "homemaker" will have to suffice." As she continued to fill out the form, she thought about the children who Wes shepherded to the Shipyard aboard the Revenge. Part of her wanted to adopt all of the orphans, but it wouldn’t be feasible. Of course, she could always have her husband put a bug in the Prime Minister Trupel to find parents looking to adopt. Considering a portion of the original crew who put down roots on Caledonia had been orphans, bastard children, or former freed slaves, it would make sense Although Mai did have a feeling that SubCommander tr’Jeth would probably urge to squash it, being a stickler for “Romulan Purity,” it seemed. Even if he *was* married to Mimi. But there was one young girl amongst the orphans who tore at Mai’s heartstrings. L’illia, whose azure eyes held such pain and loneliness for one so young. As she put the name down on the form, Mai hoped simply that being brought into the Roberts family would would help soothe the pain L’illia had for those she had lost when Romulus burned.
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    33 (With apologies to RDM for borrowing the title) 2387.216 “Reset the clock. Set Condition 2 through out the station,” Wes said, scrubbing his face with his hands. “All personnel, Condition 2. The clock is running,” Betty called over the intercom, as the big digital countdown clock reset and began counting down from 33 minutes. “Mr. Roberts, its your 20 minutes.” “Thank you, Betty.” He shuffled into his office and closed the door. The 65th consecutive attack, and the station held. Barely. Engineering was reporting multiple shield emitters overloaded and burned out in Pylon B, along with hull damage in the cargo areas. The former Diplomatic wing was, as yet, untouched. Other attacks by the KraH'kHn had knocked back the defense grid, the fighters, and a raid in the shipyard. The station was missing 5 fighters and three pilots; Revenge had lost two of her Wraiths. The Protector had its sensor dome blasted away, and the Anicetus lost her port nacelle and portside controller pod. The Revenge had taken damage during one of the attacks, her weapons pod out of the fight with a damaged autoload system. Unbuckling and removing his holster, he threw his pistol on his desk, next to the bowl of food Tarja had brought from Mai. He needed to go down to the Midway, and reassure the civilians, but there wasn't any time. Glancing at the clock, he'd already wasted 5 of his precious 20 minutes in retrospective thought. He settled down on the couch, pulled the old wool blanket up over him, and closed his eyes. “ACTION STATIONS, ACTION STATIONS. SET CONDITION ONE THROUGHOUT THE STATION. THIS IS NOT A DRILL!” The electronic bonging of the klaxon pulled Wes out of his 20 minute nap. At least someone on the Operations desk had replaced the air raid siren for something a little less jarring. Tossing the blanket aside, he grabbed his holster, stormed out his office. “Report!”
  12. Sky Harbor Aegis will be an unofficial sim due to the potential of holiday travel disruption.
  13. Astronomers studying a newborn star have caught a detailed glimpse of planets forming around it, revealing a never-before seen stage of planetary evolution. Large gas giant planets appear to be clearing a gap in the disk of material surrounding the star, and using gravity to channel material across the gap to the interior, helping the star to grow. Theoretical simulations have predicted such bridges between outer and inner portions of disks surrounding stars, but none have been directly observed until now. An international team of astronomers have used the partially completed Atacama Large Millimeter/submillimeter Array (ALMA) to study a young star about 450 light-years from Earth. They identified two thin filaments of gas streaming from the outer disk to the inner, across a broad gap cut by young planets. "Currently, the only mechanism known to produce such gap-crossing dense molecular flows, with residual carbon monoxide gasmore diffusely spread out inside the gap, is planetary formation," lead scientist Simon Casassus of the University of Chile told SPACE.com in an email. Bridging the gap Far from Earth, the fledgling star HD 142527 is nearing the end of its formation process. Around 2 million years old, the young star is about twice as massive as the sun, though it is still slowly growing. A disk of spinning dust and gas left over from its formation surrounds the star, and from this material, planets are being created. As baby planets, or planetesimals, travel through the disk, they absorb the material around them, creating gaps. Such paths have been seen in a number of newborn systems. HD 142527 boasts a gap that starts at a point equivalent to Saturn's position in the solar system and extends outward 14 times as far. The gap, which scientists had previously measured, is so large that several planets would be required to clear it of debris. Using ALMA to observe the system, Casassus and his team have found that the gap is not completely empty. Two filaments reach from the outer disk to the inner, indicating that at least two young planets exist within the space. The gravity of the planets draws material from the outer ring inward. But while some of the gas and dust falls into orbit around the young gas giants, a fraction of it overshoots the planetesimals, traveling instead to the inner disk. Eventually, the star absorbs the material. These bridges are important to the continued growth of the system's young sun. The inner disk around the star is too small to sustain its growth; Casassus and his team concluded that the disk around HD 142527 would be depleted within a year without a bridge. Planets funneling material from the outer disk to the inner would help nourish their star. The process won't continue forever, however. "Eventually, the proto-gaseous giants will exhaust the material within their radius of influence," Casassus said. "How much material will have infallen, in what timescales, and how this impacts the planet location and eventual migration are all open questions in the field of planet formation. Our observations are a step forward." Mind the gap In addition to revealing the bridges between the two disks, ALMA's detailed measurements showed that the gaps weren't completely empty. Instead, they contain traces of carbon monoxide gas. "This residual gas was predicted by all dynamical calculations, but previous detections were not as clear-cut and direct as the ALMA result," Casassus said. The data was taken by ALMA during its first year of observation. The array of 66 telescopes, set up in Chile, is still under construction but should be completed this year, at which point Casassus plans to observe the system in greater detail. Although the dense gas of the filaments would obstruct a direct view of the young planets, studying the system at the higher resolution of the completed ALMA could reveal knots along the filaments that could signify their location. At the same time, a more precise examination of the leftover gas in the gaps could help astronomers to narrow down the mass of the developing planets.
  14. Redneck Olympic tryouts.