Sunday August 17, 2003
Narrator:It's time for the Serial Peacemaker to find another star system in which to hide. . .
Ennesby:Uh-oh. Captain, we're being hailed.
Tagon:Hailed? By who?
Ennesby:A targeting drone from the U.N.S. Battleplate Tunguska.
Narrator:Past time, You might say.
Ennesby:Do we run or do we talk, sir?
Tagon:Is running an option?
Ennesby:The Tunguska hasn't 'ported in yet. I could toast the drone, random-walk for a bit, and then teraport out of here faster than you could say "General Xinchub sucks eggs."
Tagon:Fine. Let's talk, but be ready go with operation egg-suck at the first sign of trouble.
Narrator:Moments later. . .
Tagon:Hello, General. What's on your mind?
Xinchub:More than you can imagine, Captain Tagon. I need to speak to your commander, where's Colonel Ceeta?
Tagon:She was relieved of command, based on the fact that the individual who appointed her tried to kill us.
Xinchub:Now, now. . . Let's not argue about who tried to kill who.
Tagon:Who's arguing? You tried to kill us, and obviously we can't trust you. . . Regardless of how much money you offer.
Xinchub:Triple-pay, fully retroactive, effective immediately.
Tagon:Commander Ceeta! General Xinchub wants to talk to you!
Ennesby:Actually, sir, this sounds like a perfect time for operation egg-suck.