Friday February 2, 2007
Book 8: The Sharp End of the Stick — Part V: Dropping The Other Shoe
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Elf: Are you okay?
Kevyn: I'm fine, but I'm wishing I'd dressed for the occasion.
Ennesby: Commander, we've got a squadron of heavy armor up here on F-deck. How'd they get behind us?
Elf: They've got teraport cages. Get to your tank, and cover our retreat.
Ennesby: My tank. . . Yeah, they slagged that on their way past. I've relayed your order to Tchukk and 'Chelle.
Elf: So I guess you're not the only one running around naked.
Kevyn: Yeah, but I'm made of meat, and he can fly.