Friday February 2, 2007
Elf:Are you okay?
Kevyn:I'm fine, but I'm wishing I'd dressed for the occasion.
Ennesby:Commander, we've got a squadron of heavy armor up here on F-deck. How'd they get behind us?
Elf:They've got teraport cages. Get to your tank, and cover our retreat.
Ennesby:My tank. . . Yeah, they slagged that on their way past. I've relayed your order to Tchukk and 'Chelle.
Elf:So I guess you're not the only one running around naked.
Kevyn:Yeah, but I'm made of meat, and he can fly.