The End of Book 10. Yes, this is the final installment in Schlock Mercenary: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse. Thank you for coming along for the ride. But don't get out of the buggy yet, and keep your head and arms inside the vehicle. Tomorrow we begin Book 11, (currently untitled) with a quick peek in on everybody's favorite megalomanic superintelligence.
Narrator:Epilogue: It has been two weeks, and the Touch-And-Go is ready for departure. Barely.
Narrator:Lota was elected King yesterday. The U.N.S. voiced strong protests, but got drowned out by 83% of the now-well-fed Credomaran voters.
Narrator:Corporal Jeffy "Brad" Bradley's body was shipped home and laid to rest in a private service on his homeworld.
Para Ventura:TAG is still offline, Thurl. Tell Tagon to let Ennesby fly us out of here.
Thurl:Tell him yourself, Kiddo. He'll be shuttling up in a few minutes. . . Just as soon as he's done saying goodbye.
Narrator:There was a public service in Credomar this morning in newly-ranamed Mercy Park where Brad's tank's annie-plant landed. The plant isinert, but intact.
Narrator:It would have been a fitting memorial, but it needed more than just a plaque.
Lota:King Lota thinks it is a little too big.
Schlock:Brad's best friend thinks it's almost big enough.
