Monday August 23, 2004
Book 5: The Scrapyard of Insufferable Arrogance
Part IV: Hand it Over


Narrator:This is the Penetrator-class ship "Predictably Damaged."
Fastball Two:Mitt, this is Fastball Two. Never mind the catch.
Mitt:That bad, eh?
Fastball Two:Annie feeds tore loose on the grab. I've got fires on board, no drive, and I'm moving at .92 cee. I figure I've got another 23 seconds.
Fastball Two:I'm dumping PD-gestalt-2192 to you now.
Mitt:Received. Last words?
Fastball Two:Make sure you don't scrimp on extinguisher foam when you build Predictably Damaged VI. Oh, and ---
Narrator:Humans would pick a new name after five losses. The rogue appreciates humorous irony too much for that.