Wednesday September 17, 2003
Book 4: The Blackness Between — Part I: Needle in a Haystack


Der Trihs: I'm five-by-five on the terapedo acquisition net. No hostiles, no targets, negative threat, sir.
Tagon: Confirmed, Lieutenant commander.
Der Trihs: That insertion had a whole lot of music for all the dancing we're doing. It's dead out here.
Tagon: If I didn't know better, I'd think I just heard a tank officer complain about being bored.
Der Trihs: Hey, that insertion was fun! Let's do it again, only this time with even less shooting! And then we can all take naps!
Tagon: Much better, Der Trihs. We'll keep your head out of the jar for at least a little longer, I think.
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