Half a squadron of Tausennigan-style tanks descend on downtown Tycho. . .
Air-traffic control is not amused.
Attention! Your flight plan is not authorized! Change heading to Two-Six-Niner immediately!
I'm sorry. That course will not take us to where we want to go.
I have a full squadron scrambling to splash you in eight different directions, unless you change course immediately.
What's it going to be? Heading Two-Six-Niner, or a scattered, ballistic tumble?
Where do you want to go today?
That slogan will always be creepy.