Sunday May 4, 2008

Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse
Part I: Wet Feet


Narrator:Bay II, drydock aboard the U.N.S. Battleplate Morokweng.
Captain Tagon:Copy that, Traffic Control. Do we need a lane assignment? We're looking forward to seeing the sights during our grand exit.
Captain Tagon:Ejec. . .


Captain Tagon:I guess this way we can't let the door hit us on our way out.