Saturday August 7, 2004
Book 5: The Scrapyard of Insufferable Arrogance
Part IV: Hand it Over


Kevyn:We're on our own, Sis. You, me, and a short Company of UNS Marines against two of the most fearsome warships in the galaxy.
Breya:Don't write Haban out of this fight yet, Kevyn. He's half A.I. you know. He can work miracles with that tank squadron.
Kevyn:If he's half the A.I. I think he is, your husband already pulsed an order to the tanks, and they're scattering in nine different directions.
Breya:Our love is deeper than that. We'd die for each other.
Kevyn:Sure. But how about dying for nothing?
Breya:You have no romance at all. That's why you're not married yet.
Kevyn:Did you hear that? It sounded like denial.