Saturday 5 February 2005

Kevyn: Ennesby, take the tanks and the VDA and give us a few light-minutes of perimeter.

Kevyn: Elf, Legs, and Shep, you're with me. Der Trihs, spread the rest of the company out by squads.

Kevyn: See, Gav, this time I'm bringing my bodyguards along. I'm not going to be held hostage by some dangerous military faction.

Gavclones: Um, yeah. I think right now you guys are the only dangerous military faction on the station.

Kevyn: It's almost relaxing.

Gavclones: Is that what you call this pit in my stomach?