Narrator: Aboard the UNS Carrier Dublin a meeting is in progress.
Deputy Elephant: Hello, gentlemen. I'm ready for your report.
Xinchub: We're behind optimal schedule, but within operational parameters, sir.
Deputy Elephant: Bah! No doublespeak! Give me real information! I'm the Deputy Elephant of the United Nations of Sol!
Xinchub: And you want to retain plausible deniability, right? I mean, it's not as if you can go before the council of chimps in the Ministry of Justice and claim you forgot.
Deputy Elephant: Ah. An elephant joke. That's a new one on me, general.
Xinchub: Fine, here are the details. Captain Megiddo is confident that they will secure Objective Epsilon within a week. He is prepared to then neutralize all non-secure parties at Target Echo, including General Aanders, if need be.
Xinchub: This coalition will surely collapse, and Admiral Breya will prove to be a fine lightning rod when it does. We should be able to pull out with at least fifty percent of our assets intact.
Xinchub: Granted, this coordinated fleet movement shows a level of sophistication we did not expect from her, but it will only forestall the inevitable.
Deputy Elephant: Fifty percent?! That's political suicide!
Xinchub: That's what Admiral Breya is for, sir.
Xinchub: It isn't political suicide when you kill someone else. It's political murder.
Deputy Elephant: I was never aboard. I did not hear any of this.
Xinchub: What, with those ears?
Narrator: And how do you hide the fact that you brought an elephant aboard?