Thursday February 12, 2015
Book 15: Delegates and Delegation — Part III: Conflagration


NARRATOR: In a world of nigh instantaneous communications, a moment of clarity can be a bit like rolling a snowball downhill...

ENNESBY: I think Mako's right.  Comms and cameras are dead along the path to the garrison.

BALA-AMIN: Chesapeake! Brief Admiral Chu! His assets are closest!

CHU: The garrison?  Oh... son of an egg-scrambling...

Chica, take us down.

battleplate: *printed* CHICXULUB

NARRATOR: In a world in peril, however, there's no time for snowballs.

CHICA: Admiral Chu, Chicxulub can breach the city's shields, and deliver payloads, but we will be destroyed.

CHU: Thirty-two thousand weighed against four billion?  I'll make that trade.

NARRATOR: Shell the mountainside, and bring all the snow down at once.

CHICA: Collateral damage will be extensive.  I will be careful, but hundreds of thousands in the city will die.

CHU: The scales still tip correctly.  Make sure the frigate captains know their targets, and have clear, clean runs.

CHU: My name is going to become a curse word far more potent than "scrambled eggs."

CHICA: It's a great thing you're doing.  One-syllable curses are very efficient.