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.