*rubbing beard, looking quite stern*
Yes well....
...reports reports, ah, yes! reports!
I'd forgotten why I came in here! Sorry, so much time - so little on my mind.
*halts, smirks lightly and turns to the camera*
Strike that, reverse it. *smacks gloved hands together*
So, I was in Tau-23 today, looking for more of these carvers of Universal flesh, these putrid lesions living like asymbiotic parasites, these 'miners' when I came upon the captain of an Interspace vessel, the MoneyMaker.
We had along discussion about the merits of Super Alloys and other recycled materials, while I tried vainly to get the poor fool to drop his cargo full of Niobium Ore and vaporize it, thereby returning it to the Great Mother.
*raises eyebrow*
Well, of course the short-sighted captain bolted - right into a KNF patrol wing. *rubs hands together worryingly*
Yeah, um, that didn't turn out well.
It is surely a fine thing that there is no shortage of recycled material on our bases, my Claymore is going to need another metric ton of it in patchups!
*is about to switch off the commset, but holds his hand over the switch*
Still, if this is what it takes to slow or stop the cancerous mining of our own Goddess Mother's skin, so be it.
