Sunday February 22, 2009
Narrator:Aboard the mercenary warship Touch-And-Go. . .
Captain Tagon:Commodore! Captain Tagon of the Touch-And-Go here. I think it's time for you to pay us.
UNS Commodore:Pay you? Captain Tagon, do you watch the news?
Captain Tagon:Sometimes. Are you talking about the new leadership here in Credomar?
UNS Commodore:New leadership? New leadership? Captain, you installed a tyrannical robot-regime, and nearly destroyed the station in the process!
Captain Tagon:Actually, per the terms of our contract, we "delivered and ensured the equitable distribution of UNS-supplied emergency provisions."
UNS Commodore:You were supposed to do that through one of the existing authorities, preferably by shoring up support for a pro-UNS-annexation faction.
It doesn't say anything like that in the contract.
UNS Commodore:Because it shouldn't have to. That should have been the easy, obvious way to do it.
Captain Tagon:Commodore, if you wanted us to prop up the faction of your choice you should have put that in the contract.
UNS Commodore:You might have found our choice. . . objectionable.
Captain Tagon:Then we would have asked for more money.
UNS Commodore:Mercenaries. . .
Captain Tagon:You get what you pay for.