Narrator: As the strike team regroups before their final assault on echo central, there is a blast, of sorts...
Narrator: Anyone who has survived a close engagement between capital ships knows the sensation - gravy guns are being fired nearby.
Narrator: The referential shear implicit in the conflicting gravity gradients is quite unmistakable. If you've lived through it, it means the enemy missed, or the dampers on your own gravy guns have just passed their 'sell-by' date. Conflicting forces threaten to tear you asunder, while telling your inner ear that now would be a good time to have a sit-down. The sensation is a little like falling between a dancing pair of F3 tornadoes, only without quite so many cows...
Andy: Bhyuuick
Narrator: If your last meal was standard shipboard pap, you'll soon see exactly why they call these 'Gravy guns.'
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