Thursday January 10, 2008
Book 9: The Body Politic — Part V: Collecting


Ennesby: Captain, you're alive!
Captain Tagon: Barely.
Captain Tagon: I was in the lift when the conning tower was ripped free. I got towed along with the rest of the debris.
Ennesby: That doesn't sound so bad.
Captain Tagon: Then a massive plume of I-Don't-Know-What punched out of the back of the ship, through the drydock, and out into space. Missed me by maybe fifty meters.
Pibald: Did you see that hole I made? We've got 'em on the run, now!